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Max looked at my face, lowered his gaze to my chest. Her nipples tightened more than ever, her heart began to pound. As if reluctantly, casually, he grabbed my chest, ran a thumb pad along the nipple, and then put his hand on my waist and lightly stroked it.

– Does private dance involve touching? I chuckled as I struggled to contain my feelings from his touch. His pupils dilated slightly, and it became clear to me that he also cared.

He chuckled, removed his hand, and nodded for me to continue. Another burning spot on my skin… In order to put aside embarrassment, a sip of whiskey was negligible. I don’t know what moved me when, before pulling away, I took a glass from him. Looking into his eyes, she took a sip and, clasping his palm, put it back.

– Dance is not about touching, – he reminded her.

– You broke the rules… – I breathed and turned around.

– They don’t exist for me, – I heard from behind, without a hint of a chuckle or a hint of a smile.

There are no rules for him, and I should not forget about it… Looking at the wall, I put my palms on the belt of my trousers and began to write out smooth eights. Fingers on a small button… She unbuttoned, after her zipper, and lowered her trousers from her hips. I felt him looking at me. She quickly turned her face and lowered herself even lower. There was no more interest in his eyes: everything was swallowed up by blackness. Glancing briefly at his crotch, I noticed how tight the jeans were, and this caused me that most incomprehensible, intense excitement. Warmth radiated down her thighs, as if…