Free Heart of a Stripper by Cyndi Harris

are.” She said pulling him back in, and he kissed her hard.
    She pulled off h is shirt and stared at his chiseled body. Pulling him against her, he felt her body trembling.
    “I can’t do this with you.” He whispered against her mouth , as she ran her hands over his bare, rock hard chest.
    “Please.” She begged kissing him once more.
    He ran his hands up her stomach and cupped her breast before kissing her gently. He could feel her hard nipple through the shirt. A moan escaped her lips as she laid back against the cool mattress. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he ran his hand down to her thighs. He could feel her body grinding against him. Running his hand upward, he stopped as he got to her panties. Looking her in the eyes, he saw pure seduction and gripped her ass. She grabbed his belt buckle and fiddled with it before pulling it open.
    She looked up to him and wondered if they were doing the right thing. A moment later, he stroked a hand across her cheek, before running it through her hair. She pulled him down and kissed him softly, yet passionately.
    There was suddenly a buzz in his pocket, followed by a faint ring tone. Stopping, he looked at her as regret washed over his face.
    “Don’t get it.” She begged pulling on his pants.
    “I have to.” He said, snatching away from her.
    Scrambling up, he fumbled around in his pockets before pulling out his black cell phone. Pressing a button, he immediately put it to his ear.
    “Hello?” he asked, moving to the edge of the bed.
    Nevaeh watched him as he listened for a moment. Looking at the floor beneath him, she could tell this wasn’t going to end well. She covered herself in the silk bed sheets and felt ashamed. Here she was, rolling around in the sack with an older engaged man. It had her thinking, maybe her dad was right. Maybe she would never amount to anything but a whore. She was damn sure few steps away from being a home wrecker, and that title didn’t really sit well with her.
    “I love you too.” He muttered into the phone.
    Nevaeh nibbled her bottom lip as her heart sank. It was like Mitchell had just trampled it. She was stupid to think he would really want a little girl when he had a woman. Watching him hang up, she glared at him as he stood. Running his hand through his hair, she knew he regretted what they had done.
    Again.
    It was his signature move, and a tall tell sign whenever he was over thinking and stressed.
    “Good night.” He simple whispered not looking at her , before bolting from the room.
    Nevaeh fell back, with her head landing on the soft goosed down pillow. Sighing, she stared at the ceiling, feeling like an idiot. He was never going to go for her seriously, and he had no real reason too. She was going to have to try her best to nip this crush in the bud, once and for all.
                                      
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
    Mitchell walked the halls to make sure all the students were in class. Just like always, the halls were empty and the classes were full of students learning. Usually, that would make his day, but not today. All he could think about was what had happened the night before with Nevaeh. He hadn’t meant to leave her high and dry, but there was no other way to go about it. He’d realized how wrong he had been by leading her on. It hadn’t been intentional, but the pull he felt when he was with her was magnetic. It was too overbearing not to touch her.
    So staying away from her was his best bet.
    She had ridden with him to the school early that morning, but the ride was awkward. There was nothing but silence for the whole hour drive. He really didn’t want her to go back to school yet because of the fresh bruises, but she insisted. She had done a fairly good job at covering it. When they had arrived at the school, she went and sat alone as he went to his office. He always got to school early to get a start on the day. Working