thought you don’t dance?” “I never said that.” She narrows her eyes at me, and my chest expands just having her gaze on me, my bow tie suddenly suffocating. “You had a fit last time I tried to get you to dance.” “I dance now.” To prove my point and that my lessons with Stella have paid off, I swing Effie out and then reel her back in, wrapping my arms around her and dipping her low. It’s smooth and graceful and just a bit closer to the man she deserves. But as I pull her back up, I give her plump ass a squeeze, and she gasps in a mix of arousal and pain. She tries to cover it by asking a
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