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Alethia almost laughed. Even she knew the steps for that one. "Strauss it is, then."
Stan looked confused. "Who?"
Alethia just shook her head and clicked on the first version she found. She cranked up the volume on the tiny portable speaker as high as it would go, then hit PLAY.
She clambered to her feet, trying to remember where she was supposed to put her hands. Stan didn't help – he just circled his arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet, while his other hand closed around hers. He waited a moment for the introduction to play, before he was off, whirling her around the roof without her feet ever touching it. It was almost like flying. Well, it almost was, given his wings were extended, and it was just her and him, spinning under the stars.
She laughed aloud for the sheer joy of it. They were up so high, there was nothing but stars above in the clear winter sky. And Stan's eyes, glittering in the reflected light from the city below.
"Oh, Stan, this is...this is..." Magical. Wonderful. Perfect. All superlatives that never left her lips because she was too busy wetting them, as Stan's gaze stole her attention from everything else.
She stretched up, pressing her body along his as she looped her arms around his neck. Then she pressed her lips to his.
An instant later, Stan leaned in to return her kiss and the world stood still.
The demon of her desire kissed like he meant to steal her soul through her lips, and she would surrender it willingly if he would only continue to kiss her. Just like that. Oh, yes...
An eternity passed, or perhaps it was only a moment, but she knew they'd shared a hundred kisses, and she'd trade everything she owned for a hundred more. No, for even one more, for he was the devil's own temptation, and she was falling for him so fast nothing could stop her.
The screech of a car alarm far below broke the spell. Alethia blinked her eyes open to find she'd wrapped not only her arms but her legs around Stan, so that the mighty bulge in his pants nestled in the perfect place between her thighs, and instead of holding her around the middle, his hands cupped her arse, as though with one mighty thrust, he meant to tear through his jeans and hers and impale her.
"Yes," she breathed, tightening her hold on him.
His enormous wings flapped, lifting them into the air. "I need to take you to bed," he growled, then dived.
