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Several long strides later, and his hand was clasped around her ers were laced with hers, and he was leading her to the dance floor, desperate to get her there and aware of the envious gazes at his back

“Hello to you, too” Her laugh was hypnotic Her sious

“Remember me?”

“Nah I dance with strange men all the time” The devilment in her voice made his cock hard “After a while, it’s hard to keep ‘eht”

“I’ over all sorts of sharper lines Reet hies of Mac and Sable grinding out one hot as hell screw He’d waited patiently for them to finish and Mac had taken his sweet time, too

She danced with strange men all the time? Was she serious? If so, did she fuck them, too?

He bit back the need to ask Instead, he pulled her into a gentle sway, letting the uide him so he could lead her

“Where are your friends?” She rested her hands on his shoulders as he brought her closer

They were at the very heart of the dance floor, right below one of the speakers The resonating thump seemed to keep its beat with Nicholas’s runaway pulse He tried to casually move away from all spectators, the men who’d eyed her suspiciously when she’d first entered there “I don’t think you’re too interested in my friends You haven’t looked around for them”

“I assume they’re still here, maybe up in your—our—room?”

“Fishing?” He pressed his palainst her lower back and swept down for a kiss

She turned her head and rested her cheek on his chest

“Ouch”

“You’re always in such a hurry”

“You don’t strike me as a tease”