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on her feet not stepping on his she said,
"Thanks, but it's all you. You make it easy, since you are
leading."
    "No. It's you." Suddenly he pushed away a
step and lifted one arm over her head, twirling her in a circle. As
she turned to face him, he caught her in his arms. One arm fit
possessively around her waist, and his other hand clasped her hand.
Sherry wrapped her arm around his neck over the lean hard muscles
of his shoulders. Her other hand held onto his waist at first for
balance and then she gentled her touch. He was hard in all the
right places. His hip ground up against hers and she felt like
pressing back. It felt so intimate and yet, it felt nice.
    She grinned up at him and he answered with
his own sexy grin suggesting he knew what she was thinking.
    Oh that wasn't his hip was it? She wasn't
the only one enjoying herself. The breath caught in her throat as
she felt a familiar hardness ride up against her thigh. Her dress
was riding high on her thigh and felt like such a thin material. If
she was younger she may have encouraged him more, but he had to be
twenty years younger than her. That had to be the alcohol that had
him aroused. It couldn't possibly be her. Could it?
    And yet, Sherry wasn't sure it would feel
right to start something with Sean's friend right next to him. It
wasn't like Sean had anything going on with her, but she didn't
want to do anything to jeopardize their friendship either.
    All too soon the dance ended and sherry
found herself being led back to the group of men who were all
smiling and drinking, sharing stories from the past. No one seemed
to be paying Alan and Sherry any attention as they made their way
back to the group.
    Except Sean who watched them moodily over
the rim of his beer.
    "See? She is none the worse for wear." Alan
teased as he presented Sherry in front of him.
    Sherry punched Alan lightly on the arm. "Oh
stop it."
    "Are you sure? I think you may have ruined
her for life. You probably stepped all over her feet and now she
won't be able to dance for the rest of the night."
    "Sean. I can dance perfectly fine."
    "I'll be the judge of that." Sean stood up
from his seat, putting his beer down on the table as he rose and he
offered her his arm in a gentleman like fashion. "Care to dance
with me darling?"
    Darling?
    A nervous thrill swept over her body. Sean
had never called her that before. Was he acting jealous? Did he
like her that way? She had never thought of him like that. He was
so much younger than she was.
    Sean took her in his arms and the heat of
his body infused hers. Or was that the wine? God it was hot in
here.
    Out here.
    Oh whatever, her mind was so distracted with
his sculptured body against hers. He was rock hard, and muscular.
That wasn't the only thing that was
    rock hard. Sean liked the way she felt
against him just as much. Her breasts pushed up against his chest
and she encouraged him by pressing her pelvis back against him.
Grinding against him, she pushed her body into his. He positioned
his thigh between her legs and she rubbed against it wildly. She
hoped he didn't feel how wet she had already become, but she
suspected he did. His arms were the only thing keeping her upright
as she felt her knees go weak. He had them wrapped around her waist
with a restrained sense of power that thrilled her.
    Sean's voice was raspy, showing her he was
as affected as she was, "I had to get at least one dance with the
birthday girl."
    He was close enough to kiss her. Inches away
from her lips, and God she wanted him to kiss her. The breath
caught in her chest and she felt a pressure wrap around her chest
as she waited for him to meet her lips, before she couldn't resist
him any longer.
    She wrapped both her arms around his neck
and she tipped her head to the side, brushing her lips against his.
Immediately he responded, the kiss grew hot and needy. A snake of
fire wrapped itself around her belly and she felt the fire drift
lower.
    In the haze of her mind she heard