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her panties just thinking about him. His full attention was now focused
on the woman, stroking her with his eyes, capturing her close to his body,
rubbing against her.
    Helen gulped down the remainder of her wine, unable to look
away, and she noted a number of people had the same problem as they watched the
tableau at the center of the dance floor.
    He turned the woman and pressed her back close to his chest.
Even from here, Helen could see the clear outline of the woman’s taut nipples
through the thin, sexy dress as she arched back and curled her arms around the
neck of her partner.
    The dress clung to her like a second skin. As Helen watched,
the man slid his hands down over her slender hips to anchor there, pulling her
closer.
    Their bodies circled and rotated on the dance floor like
some primitive mating ritual of long ago. The woman’s head was turned to the
side, submissive to the man, beckoning him with her seductive body.
    Her knees bent as they lowered toward the floor, her dress
dropping between her thighs, completely outlining her shadowed, intimate
center.
    Helen waited, breath caught in her chest as the man’s hands
inched upward, dragging the dress up along her thighs. Helen’s pussy convulsed
at the scene playing out before her, pressing her own thighs together in an
attempt to quench the hunger that watching them instilled inside her.
    But it was a tease, only that, as they again lifted upward
and the dress dropped back into glimmering silken folds around her body. Again,
the woman turned to the man, cupping his face, drawing him down to her, lips
touching and teasing, feathering across his firm jaw, down the column of his
neck.
    The music ground to a halt and Helen blinked as though
waking from a trance. Embarrassed, she turned back to the bar and asked for
another glass of wine. Her cheeks felt hot and flushed, her body needy in ways
she’d never imagined it could be. It had been a long time since she had felt
this horny. A really long time. Maybe never.
    What she wouldn’t give to be a braver, more daring woman.
But wasn’t that why she had come here? To break out of her mold? Could she do
it?
    Someone approached the bar and stood next to her. Helen was
afraid to glance at the person, afraid they’d see what was in her eyes, the
need that bore down on her.
    “Jim, can I get a couple of glasses of ice cold water?”
    She slid just a quick glance in the direction of the deep,
sexy voice and almost fell off the barstool. It couldn’t be.
    “Sure thing, Fallon. Hot little number you’ve got with you
tonight,” the bartender said as he placed a couple of tall glasses on the bar.
    “She likes dancing,” was Fallon’s simple response.
    His dark hand passed along a couple of nice bills to the
bartender. Jim palmed it, smiled, and turned away to tend to another customer.
    Fallon pinned his dark gaze on her before picking up the glasses
and he paused. His gaze passed over her and she saw appreciation in the look.
And maybe recognition.
    “Here on business?” he asked in a deep, smooth voice.
    She sipped at her wine before answering, needing something
to wet her dry throat. Her gaze slid back to his.
    “No, not this time.”
    His lips curved upward. “Alone or with someone?”
    “Ummm, I’m here on my own. Needed to get away for a bit.”
    He studied Helen for long moments, then slipped a hand into
his shirt pocket and pulled out a card.
    His lips formed a sensual smile as his gaze again tangled
with hers. “For pleasure, Vegas has a lot to offer.” He nodded as though
understanding. “Here. I hate to see a lovely lady all alone in Las Vegas. Maybe
you could use an escort while you’re here. I’d love to have a chance to show
you around. I’m quite…experienced.”
    He didn’t place the card on the bar, nor in her hand. He had
the audacity to slip it into the opening at the front of her dress, until it
was tucked neatly into the side of her bra, lying securely against her naked
breast.