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a.m., most of the town was still in bed.
    Three weeks of salsa lessons made his trek across the scarred oak flooring a silent journey. Angela had told him many times over he was her best student, and Jesse was beginning to believe her. It helped to have Angela for a teacher. No matter what dance they did, she was grace itself. She was born to dance.
    He stopped in the doorway to the smaller dance studio he and Angela used three times a week. The curtains were closed tight as always, and the twinkle lights hidden around the room behind the crown molding glistened off the ceiling and the wall-sized mirror.
    Jesse’s eyes settled on the brass pole in the center of the room. His jaw dropped when he realized other than a pair of stilettos Angela was nude. Her body wrapped around the pole limber as a snake. Her Ebook piracy is stealing. It is a federal offense.
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    golden-creamy skin shimmered. She must have been working out for quite some time while waiting for him to arrive.
    “Hi, Jesse…how’s tricks?”
    God, her sexy, husky voice turned him into a lust driven beast. It wasn’t a new sensation. It had been happening to him constantly for the past three weeks, and every morning when he walked in and saw her, her sweet beauty knocked him on his ass.
    “Great,” he answered, opening the buttons on his shirt. “What about you, darlin’?”
    Angela grinned and opened her legs to show the glistening lips of her sex. “Mmmm, I’m fine. Wanting you, waiting for you. You're late this morning. I figured you'd had enough and wouldn't be coming any more. No pun intended.”
    His shirt fluttered to the floor. “Honey, I wouldn’t miss these lessons for the world.”
    “Sorry, Jess. No time for a lesson this morning.”
    “What!”
    Angela chuckled. “Don’t worry, we have time for that .”
    Jesse hopped on one foot, working at removing a boot. “Thank God. I’ve got a hard-on big enough to choke a horse.”
    Angela rubbed her mound against the brass pole. Her actions made Jesse's hard-on even harder.
    Jesse jumped around struggled to get his second boot off, so it took him a while to realize Angela didn’t look too happy. Her pretty pink lips pouted. Her velvet-black eyes shimmered. Oh hell. He hated it when a woman cried. Had he said or done something wrong?
    Before Jesse could question her, Angela smiled, and the worry flew out his brain. His penis was now in charge of his body. The faster testosterone flowed through his veins, the harder Jesse found it to concentrate.

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    Angela giggled as her sweat-slicked hands slipped on the brass pole. Only four foot from a massive wall-to-wall mirror, the pole stood boldly making Angela the main feature of the room.
    Angela swore she'd only sleep with Jesse once. One time should have been enough, but Jesse proved to be too sexy, and she couldn't seem to call off the affair.
    The more she had of him, the more she wanted. Now after dancing day after day in his arms, no other man but Jesse could light the flames of her desire. No other man would be able to fulfill her fantasies.
    A broad, work-roughed hand clasped her hands and tightened her grip on the pole. “Hold on, darlin’. You’re slidin’ too low. Stand up straight and tall.”
    “Mmm, I am,” Angela muttered. "I can't help it if I'm so short."
    Even with stilettos on, she was barely over five foot tall, making her a whole lot shorter than Jesse.
    Angela’s breasts ached to be touched. Her nipples screamed to be licked. Moisture trickled from her vagina and ran down the inside of her thigh. The slick fluid did nothing to cool down her hot body. She wanted him now.
    Another broad hand roamed down Angela’s bare back and cupped her bottom before smoothing her hip and then wrapping around her rib cage