Page 53 of Billionaire Unexplained: Kaleb

“I think I’ll switch to coffee after this one,” she said with a frown. “I’m not tasting it, but I think I’m feeling it.”

Oh, I was sure she was feeling it. Even though I was drinking a beer on tap, I’d had many of those sluggers over the years.

“Are you going to ask me to dance?” she asked with a flirtatious smile I’d never seen before. “The band is really good.”

Shit! She was already tipsy. Dancing was probably a good idea right now. She didn’t need to down the rest of that second slugger right now.

I wasn’t much of a dancer. I didn’t get drunk enough to cut loose on the dance floor and dance like nobody was watching anymore.

In this town, everyone was watching, and I was always aware of that.

I stood.

It was a slow song.

I could handle that.

I leaned down close to her ear. “Let’s dance.”

She batted her eyelashes at me flirtatiously. “With you? I’d love to, handsome.”

Okay, she was definitely tipsy. Anna had never been this flirty. Not with me, anyway.

She rose from her chair, and it hit me for about the millionth time tonight just how stunning she looked in her navy and white dress and heeled sandals.

Her look was casual. The Mug And Jug wasn’t the place for formal clothing, but she looked casually elegant with her long, dangly, silver earrings and matching stacked bracelets.

When I’d seen her come downstairs in a dress, I’d been glad that I hadn’t put on jeans, which was my usual town attire. Instead, I’d opted for casual pants with a button-down, green shirt.

“Whoa,” she said as she gripped her chair. “I’m a little dizzy.”

“Do you want to sit back down?” I asked, concerned.

She beamed at me. “No. I want to dance with the handsomest man in the room.”

Okay, well, in that case… “Hang onto me,” I said as I wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her onto the dance floor.

People could think whatever the hell they wanted.

I wasn’t about to let her go.

She wasn’t shy about plastering her sultry body against mine as she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck.

I tightened my grip around her waist, making it clear to every man in the room that she wasn’t open to any other dance invitations.

“This is nice,” she said with a happy sigh as she put her head on my shoulder when I started to lead her slowly around the dance floor.

Nice?

It was more like heaven and hell combined for me.

I loved being this close to her, and inhaling her sweet, familiar scent. But my dick was so damn hard it was almost painful.

The way I wanted to claim her like a damn caveman was unprecedented for me, and holding her in my arms was a temptation that made my gut twist.

Maybe I was a damn masochist, but being this close to her was also something I wanted, painful or not.

“The only thing that would make this better is if both of us were naked and alone right now,” she said in a husky, lust laden tone.

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