When I pulled her close, she went as stiff as a board in my arms. “Dancing typically requires coordination,” I drawled. “Are you capable of that?” She blinked at me blandly and rolled her shoulders back as she adjusted her hands on my shoulders. “I was concerned about you. It can’t be easy to move all that weight around.” I tipped my head back to laugh at the ceiling as I hauled her even closer, flush against my chest. Through the thin silk of her dress and the crisp linen of my shirt, I imagined I could feel the hard points of her nipples. “What are you doing?” she demanded, struggling
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