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focusing his mind on his routine, on his job. The music started and he pushed open the
curtains, hitting the stage with a practiced smile on his face. Out of habit, he scanned
the audience. It was Monday night, at least half the tables were empty and Riley was
beginning to think it was going to be a bad night. But then his eyes unexpectedly found
Trace at the back of the club and his smile widened and heated. Riley winked at Trace
as he started to dance, inordinately pleased that he was there.
Trace slid off the barstool and moved to a table, off to one side and set a little way
back from where Riley moved over the stage. One piece of his costume after another hit
the floor, and Riley never looked away from Trace s eyes. It was more than a little
weird, to dance and have the man he was& dating, involved with? Riley shied away
from the term dating. They d technically only had one date, not counting the first day
when Trace had shown up at Jenna s house. Whatever the term was, it was odd to know
that Trace was watching, even though Riley had missed him. Riley moved away from
the front of the stage, waving a playful finger at an overly zealous guy who tried
reaching for him. Freaking drunk.
The irritation didn t last long though, it couldn t when he had Trace s eyes on him,
watching him and heating. Now Riley could look at him and know just what his lips
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tasted like, know that kisses from those lips had the power to make him weak in the
knees.
The desire in Trace s eyes was more than enough to shake Riley s focus, and though
he kept to his routine, their gazes stayed locked and he felt as if he were dancing just for
Trace, as if there were no one there but them. Riley was disconcerted to realize that
behind the desire, there was the same sense of purpose he d come to expect from Trace.
Clearly, the man wasn t going to take no for an answer. Even more unsettling was the
knowledge that between Trace s charm and the chemistry between them, Riley didn t
have a prayer of putting up any kind of resistance.
Riley s breath was coming fast now, and not because of the exertion of the dance.
Knowing Trace s eyes were on him was incredibly arousing and he was nearly
completely hard. Riley just knew Ronnie was going to give him hell when he got
backstage. He wasn t playing to the audience nearly as much as he should have been
but he couldn t find it in him to care.
Riley blew out a breath when the music ended, gathered up his tips and his
costume, met Trace s eyes and mouthed, Five minutes. He d let Ronnie bitch him out,
then go back to the dressing room and throw his clothes on and come back out to the
bar. Maybe slip outside for his break and take Trace with him so they could have a few
minutes alone together.
Riley would like to just sit with Trace, have a drink or two, but he couldn t, not with
paying customers wanting his time. His tips would plummet for the night if he ignored
them in favor of Trace. Not to mention, it d piss Ronnie off even more.
Riley slipped backstage and sure enough, Ronnie caught him not ten feet from the
curtains, ranting and cursing. Riley bit his tongue through the tirade, taking off at the
first opportunity to dress and put away his tips and costume. Once he had, he slipped
back out into the club, crossing the room to Trace. Come on. I ve got a bit of a break.
I ve been here for a few hours already.
Trace followed him out the side door of the club and Riley let out a long sigh, not
resisting for a second when Trace pulled him close, both hands skimming down his
back to rest at his waist, just above his jeans. Riley slid his arms around Trace s neck.
I m glad you re here. Really glad. He eased back from the embrace just enough to
be able to meet Trace s eyes. I guess I didn t realize how much it d affect me to have
you watching me now.
Trace gave Riley a considering look. Good or bad? Riley rolled his eyes in answer
and Trace grinned and slid his hands down to Riley s ass. Then I m glad it wasn t just
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