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Her woefully neglected nipples pebbled against the stiff silk of the corset and she drew back instinctively, hearing Victor’s annoyed rasp in her head.
    “Is that all you ever think about?”
    “Don’t pull away.” The gravelly voice dragged her back to the present. “You feel so good.” Her dance partner loosened his hold, giving her the freedom to back away if she chose. She liked that, and his earnest, sexy encouragement. Instead of backing up, she mustered her courage and pressed even closer.
    They swayed to the groove until the crowd seemed to fall away. She let her eyes drift shut and the nice mellow of the wine take over. When she felt the need to run her hands down his shoulder to trace the hard contours of his chest, she didn’t let the voices in her head stop her. His fingers flexed on her hip and sent a bolt of heat to her belly. He liked it. He liked her. When the urge to stand on tiptoes and line her hips up with his slammed into her like a sumo wrestler, she didn’t think. She just acted, tilting her pelvis into his, nearly groaning out loud at the sweet pressure.
    “Jesus,” he muttered, low and close to her ear. “If you keep that up, we’re going to need a cool down period before I can hobble off the dance floor.”
    Joy bubbled through her like freshly poured fountain soda, and his warning felt more like a dare. She pulsed her hips against his, once…twice, and his growl felt like victory. The heat between her thighs spread, and she became aware of the thickening ridge in his pants, pressing insistently against her pubic bone. Every instinct clawed at her to grind against him, to take what shimmered so close she could almost touch it. She lifted her head and looked around. No one was even looking at them, and with the number of people and the dimness of the lights, even if they were, they wouldn’t see anything. Maybe—
    “And if you do that exact thing right there one more time, we’re looking at a possible cleanup on aisle seven.” The Batman voice was gone. This one was straight Joe Manganiello. All warm, gritty need, and made her feel like the sexiest woman in the world.
    She tilted her head back to meet his panther-gaze and wet her lips, suddenly starved for that firm mouth. “Do you think it would be okay if I kissed you, at least?”
    He nodded and slipped a hand into her hair. “How about I kiss you instead…at least?” He swooped down, and she steeled herself for the onslaught. Victor had always latched on like a sea slug, and her kissing style had naturally morphed into an exercise in defense. Tense up and weather the storm. But when this man’s lips touched her, it was deft and delicious. He flicked the tip of his tongue against the seam of her lips, and she parted them. Heat. So much heat when he slipped inside, touching his tongue to hers. The lips she’d been dying to taste felt like heaven, and she melted against him.
    Dimly, the pulsing beat of a hip hop song penetrated the fog, and she pulled away to find that her hand had traveled south and was firmly gripping his hip, all but pinning him against her. She released him like he was covered in acid and stepped back. Before she could apologize, he was back in close.
    “Don’t run away on me now, Ms. Love.”
    Batman was back, with enough labored breathing to remind her how much she affected him and how much she liked that fact.
    “Want to go find a quiet place where we can make out some more?” He breathed against her ear. The puff of air sent a shiver through her and she bit her lip. “No pressure. You’re driving, and I’m at your mercy.” His tone dropped even lower. “Just don’t go yet.”
    She didn’t know how he’d unlocked the secret place in her with those magic words, but unlock it he did. They could go somewhere, and she could do whatever she wanted to him. With him.
    “Yes,” she croaked, when she could trust herself to speak. Her heart was beating so fast, she wondered that it didn’t simply