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He made it sound simple, but I couldn’t shake the nauseating flashbacks to the other “meeting” I’d had, the one where the same terms were outlined but there was far more to the offer.

“And why would you do this?”

“Like I said, I believe in you.”

It sounded too good to be true. And not that I thought Sean was about to drop a bombshell like James had, but the idea of such a thing made me nervous by association.

“Thanks. But…No. I want to do this on my own. But I appreciate it, I really do.”

He nodded slowly, as if expecting it. “If that’s your answer, then I respect it. But that doesn’t mean I’m withdrawing my offer. If you change your mind tomorrow, after the wedding, three months from now, I want to know. All I ask is a handshake. And maybe a free massage on opening day.”

Another smile, this one making me want to melt where I sat.

“Right now, that’s my answer. This is my dream, and I want to do it all myself.”

One more nod from him suggested that the conversation was all going exactly how he’d expected it to. “Sure.”

Then he took a sip of his drink and got out of his seat before extending his hand to me. “Now, you look like a woman who’s in the mood for something to take her mind off things.”

“Oh yeah? And what might that be?”

“Easy,” he said with a smile. “A dance. Come on.”

This was an offering I was in the mood for. I took his hand, savoring the touch of his skin on mine, and then we were off.

Chapter Twenty-One

SHANIA

I had to admit it—the man could move.

Of course he could. A rock star. A DJ. But still, far and away, not a question in my mind, Sean was the best dancer I’d ever shared a floor with. Then again, it wasn’t like he had much competition in that particular arena. I wasn’t the most coordinated girl in the world, and dancing had never really been my thing. I still had nightmares about the time at senior prom over a decade ago when I managed to pull off a totally insane set of moves that involved me tripping over the back my dress and face-planting on the ground set to the tune of the DJ playing a remix of Duncan Sheik’s “Barely Breathing.”

One fond high school memory among many, of course.

But Sean was something else. He was such a good dancer, in fact, that his skill more than made up for my lack of it. He held me close as we danced, close enough that I could smell his skin, feel the heat of his body, get lost in those gorgeous eyes. And as we danced, his hands stayed on my hips, moving slowly along my curves.

My attention was on him, but out of the corner of my eye I could see the people watching, as if they knew something special was happening, something hot, something that made me feel like I was under a spell. Not to mention that in a club like this, most of the people there almost certainly recognized the famous DJ Mad-Ox.

I lost myself dancing with him in a way that I never had been able to before, like that nagging, always-talking part of my brain that never seemed to shut up had finally gone silent, letting me enjoy being there with him.

What the hell was happening? How the hell had I been on this planet for thirty-three years and managed to never feel this way about someone before?

Well, of course, I had. Same person though, just a different time.

His hands still on my hips, Sean turned me around to the beat of the music and pressed his cock against my ass, and a shiver of total delight ran through me as I felt his solid cock underneath his designer jeans.

The dancing grew closer and closer, my body flush with his, my head between the crook of his neck and his jaw, one of his hands on my hip and the other on my belly, moving up, up, up, right to the border of “inappropriate for public.” I could feel his breath on my skin, the heat of his body, his cock against my ass.

And then, right at the peak of my intoxication, he leaned in and kissed me.

I nearly melted into a puddle right there. His lips grazed mine at first, teasing me, toying with me. I was caught up right along with it. I didn’t care—not a part of me wanted to resist. The kiss soon grew deeper, more passionate, more intense, more everything. I felt wrapped up in Sean in the best way imaginable.

“Feel like getting off the dance floor?” The low purr of his voice still managed to carry through the music and noise.

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