Free Beautiful Music by Paige Bennett Page A

inspired within her. Her heart hammered in her chest, and her breath caught in her throat.
    She ran her hands over her hips, smoothing down the fabric of her form-fitting red satin gown and drawing his eye to her lush curves. She had a sharp vision of running her finger over his trim moustache and tracing his full kissable lips. She licked her own lips and wondered what it would feel like to press them to his. From far away, she heard the band start the intro to her first number. Throwing the handsome stranger a promising smile, she sidled close to the mike, cupped it lovingly with both hands and began to sing.
    Nyree always lost herself in her music, but tonight the slow, sexy blues songs of her repertoire seemed particularly seductive. She closed her eyes and conjured vivid images of herself and the man locked in passionate embraces, tearing the clothes off one another and then ravaging each other's bodies with hands, lips, tongues and hot fevered genitalia. Her thoughts fueled her singing that night, and she knew she’d never sounded better. At one point she sneaked a glance at him and was sure she detected a substantial and growing bulge in his lap. By the time her set was over, Nyree was more than hot and bothered, and she knew what she would do.
    Amid the cheers and enthusiastic applause, Nyree made her way off the stage and toward the stranger’s table. But when she arrived there, he wasn’t in his seat. Frantic, she looked over to the bar, thinking perhaps he’d gone to get another drink. No sign. She scanned the room. Similarly, no sign of him. Disappointment filled her along with a strong sense of sexual frustration. She grabbed the passing waitress.
    “Cindy, do you remember the guy that was sitting at this table? Tall? Distinguished? Moustache?”
    The girl nodded. “Yeah, sure. Good tipper.”
    “Did you see where he went?”
    Cindy shook her head. “Nah. It’s been crazy busy tonight.” She started to walk away, then paused and turned back. “Oh, but I did see him on his cell a little while ago. Maybe he got called away.”
    Nyree nodded and thanked the girl. One more fruitless scan of the room, and she trudged off to her dressing room. It appeared that her fantasies would have to remain just that for tonight.
     
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    Jack had worked his ass off to finish up his last project and free up some time to go see Nyree. Something about her raspy contralto seemed to have a direct effect on his dick. And in person she was even more exotically beautiful than she appeared in any of the pictures he’d seen. She was the definition of sexy: lush full curves, mahogany skin with its satin sheen, exotic almond shaped green eyes, that waterfall of thick wavy black hair and long, long legs he dreamed of having wrapped around his waist.
    Reality more than lived up to fantasy. As he watched her climb to the stage and sashay up to the mike, he found himself getting the hardest erection of his life. Of one thing he was certain: before the night was over, he would introduce himself to this goddess.
    He gazed at her, drinking in her beauty. He was thrilled when she looked across the room and caught him watching her. Oh yeah, baby. I have my eyes on you. He gave her a slow sexy smile, letting her know how interested he was — that is, if the tent in his pants hadn’t already conveyed his lust.
    The warmth of her responding smile and the heightened flush in her cheek made it clear that she was equally as moved by him. More than ever, he became determined to meet her.
    The music began and her sultry voice had its usual effect on his libido. He squirmed in his seat, wanting nothing more than her lips wrapped around his pulsing erection. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, and he could almost picture her beneath him in bed, her head thrown back, her eyes closed as he pounded into her pushing her to the brink of orgasm.
    These delicious visions were interrupted by the vibration of his cell phone. He took it from