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“Hard nipples,” he commented. “Such pretty, edible, want-to-suck-them-in-my-mouth buds.”
She opened her mouth to stop him with a hiss, but he kept tantalizing her as he caressed his way south, down her ribs, over her stomach, until his fingers brushed the front of her costume right over her very wet sex. He lingered. Shame and arousal crashed inside her. She closed her eyes.
“You’re always wet when you dance in public…like now, aren’t you?”
At his touch, his words, pleasure spiked, hitting her full force, like a blast from a raging fire. She sucked in a breath. Damn it, why did he have to be right?
If he could read her that well after a few minutes with her, Shanna knew he’d quickly dig deeper into her soul unless she put distance between them now.
“Stop,” she demanded in her best ice-queen voice.
“Answer me, querida.”
“No.”
He danced her to face him again as one song segued into the next, this one a waltz.
“Do not be embarrassed. Your arousal turns me on. It’s one of the reasons I chose not to give up when you rebuffed me at the Bartolino event. I want that arousal,” he whispered in her ear. “I want it in my hands, my mouth, all around my cock when I fuck you. Will you wonder then exactly who is watching us?”
His words hit her like lava, sizzling her skin, charring her resistance and sanity. No one had ever talked to her like that. Between her brothers and the bitchiness she wore like armor, no one had dared.
God, even without uttering a word, Alejandro was stunning. When he murmured that sort of sin, he didn’t just turn her on; he turned her inside out.
He was dangerous. She could see getting lost in such a man and his smoldering promise of spectacular sex—the kind she’d never experienced.
“That’s enough,” she forced herself to say.
“We haven’t started. I think about undressing you under soft lights, your back to my front and letting my hand smooth your dress from your lush curves. I ache to brush my palms over your hard nipples before I roll them between my fingers. I fantasize about feeling my way lower, down to that soft, wet pussy, then grazing your hard clit. And stroking you until you come. I obsess about bending you over and filling you with my cock—all while you suspect the hot stares of strangers rake you. Want you.”
Desire pulsed, flared with every mental image he created. She could see herself naked, flushed, writhing under his hands or as he impaled her. She could feel herself dissolving at the thought of orgasming for him—and a roomful of aroused men.
This was dangerous. Bad. Wrong. No, no, no.
“I said that’s enough!” Her voice shook as hard as the rest of her.
He kept on, as if she’d never uttered a protest. “I am part owner of a club where you could express yourself in any way you like. In every way that gets you off. Sneak Peek was made for women like you.”
Sneak Peek? The club where Kristoff’s video had been filmed in his soon-to-be-infamous threesome? That jolted her.
“I know what goes on there.”
A smiled toyed with those sensual lips of his. “Good. If we weren’t waltzing now, I would reach between those sleek thighs of yours, and I bet I would find out you’re even wetter now than the last time I touched you.”
Shanna wanted to lie, but she didn’t trust him not to waltz her in a corner and test his theory.
“I need to use the ladies’ room.”
He hesitated, then released her. “By all means.”
She turned away, resisting the urge to run to the sanctuary of her dressing room. No, she would walk. Calmly. Breathe in, breathe out.
And screw charity. Yes, Alejandro had paid his money. He’d gotten his dance and his cheap feel, too. He could pat himself on the back, knowing that he’d dug up her naughty secret and rubbed it in her face. She wasn’t coming back. If she ever saw him at one of these charity events again, she’d run in the other direction. Fast.
Before she could take the first step, he grabbed her wrist and whirled her around. Suddenly off balance, she collided against his chest. Her head snapped back…her mouth right under his.
“Come to Sneak Peek. There, I will fulfill your every fantasy.”
Of that, she had no doubt. But no way could she give him that chance.
3
“So I’ve got two choices, both really lousy.” Shanna sighed as she stirred her hot tea at the outdoor café’s wrought iron table the next morning. “Either I stick it out and hope this threat is just a sick joke or I dump Kristoff, try to find yet another new partner, and wait a season or two before we mesh well enough to win anything.”
Jonathan winced. “Don’t you think it’s time you stop dropping partners, love? Your reputation in that area isn’t exactly sparkling.”
