56. Chapter 56

Maggie closed her jaw before she started drooling – barely – and couldn’t keep her hands off Alex in the club.

There wasn’t a woman in the place that wasn’t jealous, watching the way Alex moved, the way her halter top exposed the muscles rippling in her back when she put her arms up, the way she dipped so low to the ground in those heels, somehow without ever losing balance, without ever losing rhythm, the way her fingers ran through her hair and the back of her own neck, the way her lips glistened, quirked into a perpetually seductive grin, all for the woman whose eyes never left hers.

Alex never lost her rhythm and Alex never was out of step.

But Alex noticed Maggie’s hands, and Alex noticed the look in her eyes. Alex noticed how hard Maggie fucked her when they got home.

So the next night, she lit candles. The next night she dimmed the lights, and the next night she slipped into a little black dress that she’d borrowed from Lucy.

The next night, she pushed a stunned, slack-jawed Maggie down until she was sitting back on the couch. She turned on a Beyoncé track that she’d never really understood until there was Maggie Sawyer, and she danced for her.

She didn’t touch – didn’t let Maggie touch – at first. Because at first, she wanted Maggie just to watch.

To watch as she ran her fingers up and down her own body, letting her hips sway with the music, turning her head to the side so she could half-see Maggie’s wide-eyed expression as she swayed round so Maggie could watch her ass move, could watch how her short dress shifted with her every movement, could watch as Alex put her body on Maggie’s body, backed up into her, grinded down into her, could watch as Maggie groaned and reached up to brace her hands on Alex’s hips, to slip her hands up Alex’s corded thighs, up her dress, around her body to touch her chest.

Alex let herself chuckle softly as Maggie growled into the back of her neck, and the chuckle became a gasp when Maggie bit down. Alex turned and Alex straddled her and Alex didn’t stop dancing for her, moving for her, even when Maggie finally got them to the bed.