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Belly dance has been a part of my life for decades, an art form that’s brought me much joy and introduced me to so many fascinating women. That’s also true for Charlie Khoury, heroine of Christmas Rekindled. In this scene, Charlie gives River a private performance. River approves!

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She dropped her puffy coat, revealing the mesmerizing dance costume that gave him a painful erection in front of the whole Bangers crew—not that anyone noticed. Like him, they were all riveted by her performance.

“You ready?” She wiggled her hips, making the beaded fringe on her belt swish.

Grinning, he sank onto the couch.

She tapped her phone, and plaintive flute notes filled the room, accompanied by a drum that pattered like his frantic pulse. She raised her arms and slowly swirled her hips in a lazy figure eight, forward and back, round and round, a hypnotic, sinuous movement that brought his cock to full attention. Her delicate shoulder shimmies jiggled her breasts.

He clutched the couch cushions and hung on for dear life.

Rising onto her toes, she glided toward him, her arms twining overhead like dancing flames.

He gulped the rest of his drink and adjusted the waistband of his boxers. Could a man come just from watching her seductive undulations? He absently stroked himself as she glided closer.

“Ah, ah, ah, don’t you dare start without me.” With a wink, she turned her back, raised one hip high, then dropped it to the beat, thump, thump thump. She raised the other hip—

His control snapped. He flung his arms around her waist and pulled her onto his lap. Her floral-cinnamon scent filled his nostrils as he buried his face in her thick, silky mane.

“River!” She wiggled and squirmed, her sequins scratchy against his bare belly and thighs. “You wanted me to dance for you.” Her giggles belied her irritated tone.

He reached for her breasts, but his fingers tangled in beaded fringe. “How do I get this off you?”

“So impatient.” She lifted her hair. “Hooks at the neck and back.”

The heavy bra dropped to the floor, and he palmed her damp, heaven-soft breasts. She let her head loll back on his shoulder as he rolled and pinched her tight nipples. He rocked his hips against her ass, then yelped.

“Careful. Those rhinestones are scratchy.” She guided his fingers to the hooks at her hip. He stripped off her belt and dropped it beside the bra.

His aching shaft thrust against her softness while his greedy hands kneaded her thighs through the slippery skirt. “You are the most luscious woman who ever breathed.”

“Am I?” She pivoted and straddled him. Her damp heat pressed through his flimsy boxers.

Growling, he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

“Merry Christmas to me,” she murmured, rocking against him. “Take off your jacket. Leave the tie.”

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