He didn’t simply walk, he plowed through. His shirt stretched tight across his well-defined chest, displaying his peaked nipples. The man was a delicious dish and if the looks he received as he reached the table were an indication, she wasn’t the only one who thought so. Her lips still tingled from brushing against his. A fluttery feeling filled her belly as she reflected on the dance, and his reaction to her dominance. She might not know much about having alternative relationships, but she knew how to bring a man to his knees with a blend of pain and pleasure. And Marcus was receptive to her brand of play. Looked like they were a match in that area as well. She couldn’t wait to get him in her pool house. The man had felt so damn good in her hands and against her chest, the tips of her nipples still tingled. He was strong, solid, and he had heart. Poor thing, he really couldn’t dance. Despite his lack of ability and his personal discomfort, he had come to her. It wasn’t her way to demand something like dancing in public.
