oved slowly, circling Marco a

ound set the rhythm, but it was her ow

ed to captivate. She leaned in, letting her hands gently gr

ence in her technique. She was unlike any dancer he ha

ctly what sh

e anticipation build, as her fingers traced along his ches

ombination of smooth, sensual m

as her hands trailed down his arms, then smoo

breath steady, and her movements perfe

n them crackle

every motion, his hands itching to touch her, bu

between them-this was her show,

, her body arching as her hands slid down her

ut her confidence told Marco everythin

oves grew bolder, her body pressing clo

enough to feel the heat between them but never br

she moved, arching her spine as her hands ran throu

mposure, watching as she continued to move

wirl of her hips before standing up, leaving Marco s

a small nod, signaling

leave the room. But just as her fingers brushed the d

ard, pulling her toward him. The force of t

her balance, her eyes narrowing behind the mask as

her-only surprise, mi

ed to touch her wit

ething dangerous, something intrig

ess, his fingers touched the edge of he

keeping her close. He leaned in sligh

remained composed. She had been

nsion between them intensifying. She met his g

id motion, Marco slipped

's identity was exposed. Her face, usu

full lips were framed by a cascade of au

as he took her in, his grip on her

adn't expected the woman behind th

silent, her fac

, but she couldn't deny the ripple of so

. "I don't know who you are," he said softly, his eyes never leav

twitching with a hint of a smile-o

rist free from his hold, steppin

ment. She had made it clear that she

ward the door again, h

e room, the door closing softly behind her. His gaze lingered on the

out, his voice cuttin

y, and Gino stepped inside, his i

rco, waiting fo

Marco's tone was sharp, leaving no room for d

expression unread

ned and exited the room, closi

drifted to his crotch, fingers brushing against the fabric of his pants, where

narrowing with intent. She wasn't just any ordina