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pulsating through
the crowd. Stone pulled her closer to him, their bodies fitting like
interlocking puzzle pieces. An overwhelming feeling of rightness, of perfection
settled over her, and her brain whirled, disconcerted.
    Her second thought was, I’ve been played! Not a dancer,
my ass. A white-hot spear of anger knifed through the admiration and for a
few seconds she was truly annoyed. He’d lied to her. Well, okay, not
necessarily an out-and-out lie, but one of omission. Something was certainly
fishy here.
    Then he executed a clever, yet tricky move and the anger was
supplanted by giddiness mixed with a touch of awe. She never danced with guys
like this. Usually they tried hard, but were slightly self-conscious, awkward
or simply had no rhythm at all and did nothing more than grind their hips
against hers. But dancing with someone who knew what he was doing and was
damned good at it…well, it was an entirely welcome and thrilling experience.
    Insinuating his knee between hers, he looped his arm around
her waist, keeping her close, causing her to nearly sit on his thigh. Julia
groaned as her pussy pressed firmly against his hard, muscular leg, and she
squirmed, rubbing herself against him. She pressed her palms against his chest,
marveling for a moment at the firm muscle beneath his t-shirt. She let her
upper body relax and arched backward, her breasts straining against the
neckline of her dress. Stone’s tongue nestled into her cleavage, licking a path
between her breasts. One of his hands tangled in her hair and he tugged at it
possessively, forcing her back to arch even more.
    The fabric straining around her breasts finally gave way as
one globe slipped free of its constraints. A shock of pleasure made her toes
curl in her platform stilettos.
    But then Stone’s hot, wet mouth clamped down on her aroused
nipple and the world around her shattered. Reaching up, she gripped him by his
hair, holding him in place as she ground her pussy against him. A roar of
approval rose from the crowd, and belatedly Julia realized that they were all
still watching. Some cell phones were even being pointed in her direction and
she found she couldn’t bring herself to care.
    The pressure was mounting and the tingle in her pelvis that
heralded her approaching orgasm slowly built. She was going to come, dammit,
right here on the dance floor, and it was going to feel so good…
    The booming voice of the DJ broke through her lust-filled
haze.
    “Damn, folks, was that the hottest thing you’ve ever seen,
or what?” He wolf-whistled and growled. “But it’s time to announce last call at
the bar, and I’d like to invite Ms. Kitty up here to give us one final
send-off. What do you say?”
    The room reverberated with applause and catcalls.
    Taking deep breaths to steady her racing heart, Julia slowly
pushed Stone away and adjusted her clothing. She flashed him a slightly
unsteady smile. Work. She had to concentrate on work. Not on how much this man
had just thrown her for a loop.
    “Baby, you can dance with me anytime, but now I’ve got to
go. I hope I’ll see you again.”
    Stone’s eyes were intense, his pulse beating rapidly in his
neck, but otherwise he appeared calm and completely in control. “I appreciate
the invitation, and I know I’ll see you very, very soon.”
    Julia turned and made her way to the DJ’s platform, wobbling
only slightly on her heels. She took the time to gather her composure en route,
brushing away Stone’s somewhat odd response. Whatever. Time to bring the house
down.
    She climbed the few steps and accepted a microphone from the
DJ.
    “Hey gang, how’s it going?”
    Screams answered her.
    “Well, you’ve been a kick-ass group, and I know I had so
much fun tonight. So we’re going to send you home with a bang. Make sure you
take it back to your bedrooms!”
    She turned to hand the mic back, and was startled to see
Stone joining her on stage.
    “Stone? What’s going on, honey? I’ve got to do the