29FeliciaDaniel licks his lips, which tremble like a nervous child’s. “I can’t . . .” He sucks in a deep breath and I can tell he’s trying to steel himself up to push me away. But this is a man—a boy, really—who has never had a woman throw herself at him before. I can see it in the way his eyes flit to his feet, to my face, to his feet again. “Are you serious?” he breathes.
“Look,” I say.
I step back from the slit and he leans forward, peering into the cell. Feeling sick, but knowing that I have to do what is necessary, I begin to dance. I dance like I did on the yacht when giving Lance a lap dance. I move my hips and spin around, shaking my ass at him.
“Oh my God,” he mutters, his voice one of disbelief. “You’re so . . .”
“Don’t you want it?” I moan. “Don’t you want it, Daniel?”
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