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turned to the mic, like he was making a toast.
    “Well, folks, are you having a good time?”
    The room stomped and howled in response, Rob and I included. Our eyes met and we both grinned.
    “More!” Rob’s voice surprised me and I jumped at the sound. He was flushed, eyes bright as he squeezed my leg—my thigh this time. I felt his calluses through my fishnet stockings, a sensation that made my hips rock toward him, an involuntary response.
    “ I got a song or two left in me tonight, I think.” Jimmy set the empty glass behind him on the stool. “Anything you want to hear, pretty lady?”
    Rob ’s hand on my thigh was distracting and it took me a moment to realize Voss was looking at us. I glanced up, surprised. He couldn’t mean me? But Jimmy looked right at me and winked. I put my hands to my cheeks, feeling them burn.
    “ Lost In You?” I called out so everyone could hear, even though I was sitting only six feet from him.
    “ You gotta give a pretty lady what she wants.” Voss smiled and turned to cue the band.
    The room agreed in unison, whooping and jeering.
    Rob slipped his arm over my shoulder, pulling my chair closer to his.
    “ You seem to have a way with musicians,” he murmured against my ear.
    “ Do I?” I shivered as his breath moved the hair on the back of my neck.
    His gaze fell to my mouth again and I knew he was going to kiss me. His lips met mine just as Voss began making his guitar sing—a long, slow wail. I slid my arm over Rob’s shoulder and across the back of his t-shirt, kneading the muscles there with my fingers. His tongue found mine and I moaned. Voss’ voice was like liquid smoke and between the music and Rob’s mouth on mine, I was completely carried away.
    When I broke the kiss, Rob ’s eyes met mine in the dimness.
    “ Dance with me?”
    “ Now?” He looked around in surprise. There were a few people dancing alone or with a partner, but not many. There was no real dance floor.
    I nodded, standing and starting to dance by myself, glowing in the heat of Voss ’ guitar. I stretched my hand out to Rob, enticing him. He watched me, his gaze roaming over my body as I undulated in response to the pulse of the music, before he stood and pulled me to him. I felt his denim-clad thigh between mine as we swayed, his hand against the small of my back, pressing me hard against his chest.
    The throb and swell of the music moved us against one another, a delicious chafing. Jimmy ’s voice and the slide of his guitar urged me to melt into Rob’s body, the flush between us turning to fire. Under the pressure of his hands, the surge and ripple of him, the room disappeared. Our bodies clung together, the sweltering flow of the music all around us.
    Rob pulled me close, his mouth against my ear as he sang the words, “Need you more every day, hooked on you, don’t want nobody else…”
    The realization hit me—I was dancing ten feet from Jimmy Voss while Rob Burns held me and sang the same song into my ear. The motion felt natural, easy, but the thought made my knees weak. I clutched him and he moved to kiss me again as we danced, his tongue playing over mine, his mouth sweet, dark, velvet heat.
    When the song ended, I didn ’t want to let him go. I kept my arms around him, cheek against his chest, eyes closed, breathing in his scent.
    “ Well, folks, I’ve been up here going on two hours now. I think it’s time to give Uncle Joey his stage back, whaddya say?”
    Clever , I thought, looking at Voss. There were no arguments from the crowd with that segue. Everyone cheered and stomped for Uncle Joey as he stood, slightly hunched, and lifted one hand in acknowledgment to the crowd. He made his way onto the stage as Voss made his way off.
    Rob squeezed me hard, kissing my forehead, a chaste thing compared to the past few moments. “This is so awesome. Thank you, Sabrina.”
    I pressed my hip against him as I turned, pulling out my chair. “My pleasure.”
    Uncle Joey sat at the