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“What’s this?”
“I thought you would be more comfortable if we changed the room up to something softer. Something more…you.”
Normally, she would protest his judgment that she was soft. But he was right; the look of the room did reflect her more. She wondered how much of her he already saw.
Against her better judgment, she was touched. “Thank you.”
“You are very welcome. Come with me.” Alejandro tugged her to the edge of the stage. Deep in gray shadows, she saw a lone, imposing figure.
“Hi, Shanna.”
“Del?”
“Yes. We’re ready to go. How are you doing?”
She resisted the urge to press a hand against her fluttering belly. It would reveal too much, make her look vulnerable. She already felt too much that way for comfort. “Fine.”
“Good. The security cameras have been positioned to watch the audience, specifically the corner in which we think the last video was made. The lighting in the audience is a bit brighter, so the cameras can capture whatever is going on. None of the cameras will be pointed at the stage, and Alejandro will take care of you if something unexpected happens. Security is through that door.” He pointed to the door without a handle. “Just knock, and they’ll let you in immediately.”
Wow, they’d thought of everything. “Thank you.”
“We will start slow,” Alejandro assured her. “Right now, just you and me. Del will watch. As you get comfortable, he’ll open the door. Hopefully, your blackmailer will be waiting to get in.”
Del watching them. Other strangers staring. Now came the hard part. And the arousing part. She wished the thought of Alejandro touching her didn’t turn her on…almost as much as she wished the thought of a crowd seeing their every move didn’t make her blood race.
But it all did. Unbearably. And Ali knew it.
Shanna bit her lip. “O-okay.”
“Good.” Alejandro smiled, something that both set her at ease and made her heart trip. In one look, he managed to both calm her fears and rouse her body.
Shanna couldn’t shake the feeling this night would be unlike anything she could possibly have imagined.
She glanced at Del. He was a big shape sitting in the dark corner, his head cocked, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Focus on me, querida,” Alejandro murmured. “Only me.”
She gave him a shaky nod, and he tugged on the hand he was holding, pulling her body into his.
“Dance with me.”
“D-dance?”
He nodded. “Just dance.”
After a quick snap of his fingers, music filtered through the room, a soft but spicy Latin tune, perfect for a rumba. In fact, it was the music they had danced to just a few nights before.
As Alejandro led her into a basic, her body brushing his with every step, her feet moved automatically to the beat. His unbuttoned shirt fluttered as he moved, offering tantalizing glimpses of hard pectorals, flat, brown nipples, hints of dark hair. Her mind whirled with possibilities.
“You recall the exact music we danced to the other night?”
“I never forget a thing about you.”
She melted—on the spot. No man had ever taken such an interest in just her, been so keenly attentive.
Shanna relaxed against him and drifted into the dance. He sensed it and spiced up their steps. After a sharp turn in his arms, her nearly bare back rested against his half-covered chest, his hot breath on her neck, her hips gyrating against his erection. His palm flattened against her naked belly, which flared hot with arousal at his hot touch.
She turned her head, glancing over her shoulder at him. His fiery gaze was full of challenge as he slowly caressed her until both of his hands came rested on her hips. Then he guided them in a movement that was pure, raw sex.
“Del is watching us. Watching you. Getting hard for you,” he whispered.
“No,” she protested automatically.
But her blood flashed hot at the thought.
Alejandro turned her out in a sharp spin and brought her crashing into his body again, then into a deep dip.
Her gaze snapped up to his. His face loomed dominant, masterful. “Yes.”
Her nipples went hard.
As he brought her up slowly, he curled one hand around her nape. The other he flattened between her breasts…before slowly shifting to press over one soft mound. He teased her nipple with a soft touch.
Shanna sucked in a breath. Desire dropped like a bomb into the pit of her stomach. That strong face of his—all hint of teasing, of reassuring, of politeness—gone. In his place stood a man who meant to have her.
While he fitted his hips against hers and rocked, his lips collided with hers. A brush, a slide, a taste. Shanna followed his lead, shocked at the way her heart accelerated like a race car’s, zooming to hyper-speed in seconds until it pounded in her ears. He tasted of coffee and man and aggression. She opened to him, aching for him to sink deeper.
