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against his side.
    She gazed up as they circled side by side, backwards now, and he slid his hand along her arm to take her hand, catching her other as he turned her away from his body and guided her through a series of spins before bringing her back, breathless, against his chest. His smile was pure delight and she curled her hand around the back of his neck to bring her mouth to his as the song ended.
    "You are amazing,” he murmured against her lips.
    And thirsty. And hot. And really regretting her choice not to wear a bra because dancing caused a lot more jiggling than she expected.
    "Let's cool off for a minute,” she murmured, backing away.
    "Not yet."
    He pulled her back against his chest, smoothing his hand down the length of her back and kissing her, his mouth slanted across hers, tongue stroking, leaving no doubt in her mind about his intent. He slipped his hand under her hair and she pulled away.
    "I'm sweaty,” she protested.
    "So am I."
    He kissed her again as other dancers moved around them and soon they were also moving to the music, her arms looped over his shoulders, his hands on her hips holding her against his growing arousal, his mouth hovering over hers. They were so close, they could have been the only people in the room; them, and the pulsing beat of the music.
    The song ended and another began, then another, and Vicente held her close. Veronica forgot about her chocolate martini as she drowned in Vicente's chocolate eyes. Her breasts rubbed against his chest until her nipples ached for his mouth, and his hardening cock stroked her mons through the jersey fabric of her dress.
    Oh, yeah, he knew just what he was doing. She could see it in his crooked smile.
    "Here?” she asked weakly.
    He brushed his lips over the shell of her ear. “Have you ever come on the dance floor?"
    She swallowed, curling her hands in the fabric of his shirt. “Have you?"
    "I'm going to make you come."
    She glanced around at the crowd. He couldn't have chosen a busier club. “Too many people."
    "None of them paying attention to us. Can you come like this, rubbing against me?"
    "I don't—"
    But she didn't get the sentence out before he pivoted her on her heels, brought her back against his body and slid both hands over her breasts, down her stomach, his right hand not stopping until his long middle finger rested right over her mons, teasing her clit with its proximity. She concentrated on not arching her hips into his touch as he chuckled against her skin.
    "You like this way, then?"
    "Vicente, you can't—"
    He pulled her tight against him with his left hand at her waist, so her ass rode the hard ridge of his cock, which, knowing him, he'd whip out and plunge inside her while she was mindless with the orgasm he seemed intent on giving her.
    Right now.
    She squeezed her thighs together, which only aroused her further, and he skimmed his hand up over her breast and back to her waist, circling his hips and pushing her swollen clit against his finger. She caught her breath and reached behind him to curve her hand around the back of his neck. He brushed his lips against the side of her neck and she closed her eyes, letting her hips slide forward into his touch. The shock of pleasure weakened her knees, but he held her up, held her against him, his erection nestled in the cleft of her ass, rubbing along the line of her thong. All it would take was a flip of her skirt and he would be fucking her and she would fly apart in front of all these nice people.
    "That woman over there,” he said against her ear. “She knows what we're doing. I think she is jealous."
    Veronica opened her eyes and immediately met the gaze of a woman near the tables. Knowing they were being watched amped up Veronica's pleasure. Then Vicente bumped her hips into his hand and the orgasm that swept through her was slow and languid, weakening her muscles so her head lolled back against his shoulder, her eyes drifting shut as pleasure pulsed through her with