Page 21 of Watch Me

“Hi, Shanna.”

“Del?”

“Yes. We’re ready to go. How are you?”

I resist the urge to press a hand against my fluttering belly. It would reveal too much, make me look vulnerable. I’m already feeling too stripped to my soul for comfort. “Fine.”

He nods. "The security cameras have been positioned to watch the audience, specifically the corner in which we think the last video was shot. The lighting in the audience is a bit brighter, so the cameras can capture whatever’s going on. None of the cameras will be pointed at the stage, and Alejandro will take care of you if something unexpected happens. Security is through that door." He points to the door without a handle. “Just knock. They’ll let you in immediately.”

They’ve thought of everything. “Thank you.”

“We’ll start slow,” Alejandro assures me. “Right now, it’s just you and me. Del will watch. As you get comfortable, he’ll open the door. Hopefully, your blackmailer will be waiting.”

Del watching us. Other strangers staring. Now comes the hard—and arousing— part. I wish the thought of Alejandro touching me didn’t turn me on so much…almost as much as I wish the thought of a crowd seeing our every move didn’t make my blood race.

But it all does. Unbearably. And Alejandro knows it.

I bite my lip. “O-okay.”

Alejandro smiles, something that both sets me at ease and makes my heart trip. In one look, he manages to both calm my fears and rouse my desire.

I can’t shake the feeling this night will be unlike anything I ever imagined.

Del is a big shadow sitting in the dark corner, head cocked and arms crossed over his wide chest.

“Focus on me,querida,” Alejandro murmurs. “Only me.”

I give him a shaky nod, and he tugs on the hand he's holding, pulling my body into his.

“Dance with me.”

Did I hear him right? “D-dance?”

He nods. “Just dance.”

After a quick snap of his fingers, music begins to filter through the room, a soft but spicy Latin tune, perfect for a rumba. In fact, I recognize the tune.

Alejandro leads me into a basic, my body brushing his with every step, as my feet move automatically to the beat. His unbuttoned shirt flutters as he moves, offering tantalizing glimpses of hard pectorals, flat, brown nipples, hints of dark hair. My mind whirls with possibilities.

“You recall the exact music we danced to at the charity gala?”

“I've never forgotten a single thing about you.”

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Imelt—on the spot. No man has ever taken such an interest in just me or been so keenly attentive.

I relax against him and drift into the dance. He spices up our steps. After a sharp turn in his arms, my nearly bare back rests against his half-covered chest, his hot breath on my neck, my hips gyrating back against his erection. His palm flattens against my naked belly, which flares with arousal at his touch.

I turn my head, glancing over my shoulder at him. His fiery gaze is full of challenge as he slowly caresses me until both of his hands rest on my hips. Then he guides them in a movement that’s pure, raw sex.

“Del is watching us. Watching you. Getting hard for you,” he whispers.

“No,” I protest automatically.

But my blood flashes hot.

Alejandro turns me out in a tight spin, then tugs. I crash into his body again, followed by a deep dip. My gaze snaps up to his.

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