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As I guide her out onto the dance floor, I can’t help but let a triumphant smirk curve my lips.

It’s time to let the real fun begin.

CHAPTER FOUR

Seraphina

His strong hands find my hips and he pulls my body flush against his.

As we begin to move together, I already know that this mysterious, masculine Abe is going to be trouble...the very best kind.

Finally, I’ve met a real man in this city of fakes and frauds.

I plan on getting to know every inch of him before this night is through.

We sway to the pulsing beat, our bodies perfectly in sync.

Abe’s hands roam over my curves, igniting sparks everywhere he touches.

I loop my arms around his neck, my fingers toying with the short hairs at his nape.

God, it’s been so long since I’ve been this intensely attracted to someone.

Every flex of his hard muscles, every graze of his fingertips, sends heat rushing through my veins.

I can barely think straight, can barely remember to keep dancing and not just jump him right here on the dance floor.

Abe leans in close, his scruffy cheek grazing mine as he murmurs in my ear. “You are so damn sexy, you know that? Been watching you since the moment you walked in that door, wanting nothing more than to get my hands on you.”

I shiver, a thrill running down my spine at his bold words. “Is that so?” I ask coyly, pulling back to look up at him through my lashes. “Well, now that you’ve got your hands on me, what are you gonna do about it?”

He chuckles a deep, wicked sound that has me clenching my thighs together.

His aqua blue eyes darken with unmistakable hunger. “Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea the things I want to do to you. No idea at all.”

I lick my lips, already imagining that sinful mouth all over my body.

I’ve never been one for delayed gratification.

When I see something I want, I go for it.

And I want Abe. Now.

Winding my fingers into his hair, I tug his head down until our lips are almost touching. “I’ve got the VIP booth upstairs,” I breathe against his mouth. “What do you say we take this party somewhere more...private? You can bring your friend too.”

Abe’s big hands flex on my hips, digging into my flesh. “Now that sounds like the best fucking plan I’ve heard all night.” He nips at my bottom lip, making me gasp. “Lead the way, beautiful. I’m all yours.”

Oh yes, he certainly is, I think wickedly as I take his hand and guide him toward the velvet-roped VIP section.

Tonight, Abe is going to be all mine...and I’m going to savor every second of it.

Anticipation hums through my veins as we ascend the stairs to the VIP lounge, my hand firmly clasped in Abe’s.

I can feel the heat of his body, the raw masculine power radiating off him in waves.

It’s intoxicating.

Rita trails behind us, giggling as she tugs his friend along.

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