All rights reserved. Editor: Em Petrova Cover Artist: Sexybookcovers.com I glared at Rock as we passed close by each other on the dance floor. Nadia Nargent's lip curled in a smile while she swayed in my fiancé’s arms. “I think I'm about done,” I said. When will this song ever be over? I wanted to escape. “I thought we might have another dance when this one's over.” He bit his lip, staring into my eyes. “Maybe. I need some air first.” A jolt went through me all of a sudden, setting my clit abuzz. It lasted for a full ten, maddening seconds. I sucked in a sharp breath, grabbing John's shoulders tightly. “Whoa. You okay?” He held me steady, and we stopped swaying for a moment. I could only nod, my knees weak. Damn Rock and his remote control.
