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Gabriel hadn't originally planned on coming back. It was smarter to just let the experience they shared the night before be a one night thing. So why was he here? Even he wasn't sure, but he felt the need to see her, the way he hadn't needed to see anyone in a long, long time.

As soon as he finished the last watch for the day he had closed up the shop and headed up to the apartment above it. He had changed out of his glasses and sweater vests into one of the outfits he wore off the job. Black slacks, a white shirt, and the same leather jacket he had worn the night before. Nothing special. It was never anything that could make him stick out.

After that he had headed out and before he knew it he was here, at the strip club where Elle worked once more. He made his way inside, sitting a little closer to the stage than he normally did. He tried to tell himself himself he wasn't making sure she would notice him, but that was a lie.

He leaned back and ordered a scotch (his usual), dark eyes scanning the area for her as a familiar song began to play for the next dance.

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Dark, glassy eyes took in her performance, watching as she squeezed her breasts and moved in closer to him now. She was so fascinating to watch, no wonder she was so popular. He couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed that her dance lacked the intensity of the one the night before, but what could be done about that?

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She knew she needed to keep her distance for no other reason than the strange ache in her stomach as his eyes consumed her every move. But she wanted him to lose it again; she wanted to make him lose it and keep herself together this time, too. She was a professional, and she did it all the time. He was a guy like every other guy. Rude and horny.

She ran her hands through her long, silky hair and slid off of him, swaying her hips around to the slow beat. She lowered herself back onto him, holding onto his thighs as she rubbed up and down his chest, rested her head on his shoulder and turned her cheek to face him, to watch his expression carefully.

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His body tensed a little as she began to rub up against him. He was determined not to loose it again. It had been embarrassing to allow it to happen the first time. He was supposed to have better control than that.

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She felt him tense and smiled, relaxing further against him with a soft, purposeful moan. There was nothing but the constant tantric beat of the music, the mirror of her body and hips pressing into his firm, warm chest, into his groin.

She tried not to think about how he felt, how his scent invaded her senses when she was so close. Tried not to admire the shape of his lips and the darkness of his eyes while she watched for little, telling cues of pleasure.

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A shiver ran down his spine at her moan, even though he knew it was fake, something she used to entice men. It was working though, as she pressed against his hardening member.

He tried now to pay attention to the smaller details like how nice her hair smelt or the way her eyes twinkled with mischief in the dark.

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She writhed into the firming outline of his erection, her back arcing with another little whimper and a knowing smirk. And despite her denial, he felt good--all of him. She shifted again, to face him, and hooked her arms around his neck for balance, her eyes half closed and watching him, always watching. She rubbed into him lightly, teasingly, dragging her breasts against him and making sure he got a view.

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He gasped softly in spite of himself as she dragged her bare breasts against his skin. He could feel the peaks of her nipples beneath the thin material of his shirt. His dark eyes remained fixated on her, like there was nothing there but him and her. It was pretty much that way anyways.

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Her breath was going a little uneven at his focused attention, from the reactive little shivers from the soft, warm friction against her breasts. She felt it, that tight little coil inside of her loosening as each press against him felt too good, too little and too much.

She came in closer, too close to his parted panting lips, his breath flushing against her already heated cheeks.

It was hard to stay professional when she wanted him.

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His breath hitched as she leaned in too close now, closer than she was supposed to be, he was sure. There was barely a gap between them now and he knew all he would have to do is shift his head and they would be kissing. He didn't do it though, as much as he wanted to. It was a surefire way to get himself thrown out.

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She wanted to lean in too--kiss him, cross that line and stop with the careful act. Nothing usually got in the way of what Elle wanted, even if it was wrong. Especially if it was wrong.

But he didn't pull away--he didn't do anything but stay painfully still, his breath stopping. She didn't expect him to pull away, and the fact that he didn't just take the bait like a lot of men would have made her want it more.

She pulled back, barely, just enough to guide his legs together and straddle him, her movements graceful but lacking any art--just single-minded determination as she pressed against him, rocking against his erection with purpose now. Her fingers threaded through his hair, and tugged so she could press her forehead to his, let her lips nearly brush his.

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His body tensed more as she pushed his legs together and straddled him, just like she had the night before. She was pressing against him, rocking against his arousal just like she did the night before.

But the difference now was that her hands were clinging to his hair and she was so close it was painful, and not nearly close enough. He tried to keep his composure, he did, but after a few moments of her sweet breath mingling with his, he could no longer resist. Despite the voice in the back of his head screaming that this was a bad idea he closed the gap, pressing his lips against hers.

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She felt his kiss all over, her lips parted on a soft, real whimper, a rush of relief and desire making everything seem warm and too sensitive, too real. She hadn't kissed anyone in a long time. Hadn't wanted anyone like this in a long time. Hadn't been pressed to someone like this because she wanted to be, because every inch of her was humming for it.

Her tongue pressed between his lips eagerly, surely, her hands releasing his soft, thick hair to run down his neck, his chest.

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He knew this was wrong, that if he got caught he might get thrown out and banned from coming back or seeing her again, but he couldn't stop himself. He didn't want to stop himself, for once he just wanted to give into his impulses.

His mouth parted and his tongue met hers as his hands moved from his sides to her hips, fingers sprawling over her soft, creamy skin.

So much for the no touching rule.

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Elle was past caring about the rules, or if they were being followed, because she only followed them when they were convenient for her anyway. They were alone, as alone as she was sure they would ever be. So she was going to take what she wanted because she hadn't had it in too long. And he was perfectly able to give it as she rocked against him, shuddered against his careful hands and wanted them all over her. Wanted so badly to be touched and kissed and fucked. Her fingers dropped down to start unbuttoning his shirt, one by one, and she rubbed her tongue against his, slowing her firm, urging movements to tease him, to make him want it more.

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Gabriel was past caring about the rules as well, which was saying something because he usually tried to live his life by a careful set of rules and codes of conduct. But all of that went out the window as she rocked against him, causing him to groan out against her lips. His hands traveled up her body before carefully cupping her breasts. He couldn't remember the last time he had just let himself go like this.

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She moaned softly against his mouth, her back arcing and pressing into his slow, deliberate touch, into his palms that brushed and teased the peaks of her breasts. Gently, she started to tug his shirt from beneath his belt, to work on unbuckling the leather strap.

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His tongue battled with hers as his hands began to massage her breasts, his actions becoming more confident as they continued. It was like riding a bike, even though it had been a while, he still knew how everything worked.

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He was better when his hands were sure, but it wasn't enough, the simple caress. She drew back from his invading tongue, licked his lips softly and unzipped his slacks slowly deftly. "More," she murmured, felt him, hard and thick beneath the cotton of his underwear, and traced the length with her fingertips with a small whimper.

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He gasped softly as her fingers traced over his erection. It had been such a long time since someone other than himself had touched him there, it felt like torture. He nodded at her command and his hands grabbed her harder now, pinching her nipples between his fingers.

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An appreciate little whimper fell from her quirking lips from his obedience, the shock of pleasure that rushed between her legs. She moved her palms up his bare chest, trapped his erection between her legs and circled her hips on him.

"Better," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with challenge, dark and playful all at once. "Now make me really want it."

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"Yes," he whispered softly as he bucked his hips, grinding his erection up at her dampening panties. His hands slid down from her breasts, exploring over her body before resting at her panties. He hesitated for a moment before slipping a hand into her undergarments, his fingers brushing against her wetness.

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She rubbed down on him right back, her breath shallow and heavy as he left trails of tingling, warm skin in his wake. His touch was light and eager and she liked it, liked how careful he was, how he hesitated before reaching past her lacy underwear, over the bare, smooth, wet skin. The moment his fingers slid past her throbbing clit she closed her eyes and moaned. "Yes," she whispered, and started to ride his touch for more, her fingers reaching to pinch and rub and tease her breasts.

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He dug his fingers inside of her, hooking them as his thumb brushed against her swollen clit. It was comforting to know that she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her, if not more. He was aware things could still take a turn for the worse, but for now he was just enjoying himself.

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She sucked in a breath, held it as he pushed his touch inside of her, and let it out as a trembling, sweet whimper when he found her clit, hooked his fingers almost just right. She smiled, just because he hadn't even needed any direction, and started to rock, her hazy blue eyes fluttering open to seek his.

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He began to move his fingers in and out of her, rubbing his thumb against her clit all the while. His dark eyes remained fixated on her, taking in every little reaction and whimper.