my backside.
Oh . . . Christian can move, really move. He keeps me close, not letting me
go, but his hands gradually relax on mine, freeing me. My hands creep
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his jacket, up to his shoulders. He presses me against him, and I follow his
moves as he slowly, sensually dances with me in time to the pulsing beat of
the club music.
The moment he grabs my hand and spins me first one way, then the other, I
know he’s back with me. I grin. He grins.
We dance together and it’s liberating—fun. His anger forgotten, or
suppressed, he whirls me around with consummate skill in our small space
on the dance floor, never letting go. He makes me graceful, that’s his skill. He
makes me sexy, because that’s what he is. He makes me feel loved,
because in spite of his fifty shades, he has a wealth of love to give. Watching
him now, enjoying himself . . . one could be forgiven for thinking he doesn’t
ha一ve a care in the world. But I know his love is clouded with issues of
ha一ve a care in the world. But I know his love is clouded with issues of
overprotectiveness and control, but it doesn’t make me love him any less.
I am breathless when the song morphs to another.
“Can we sit?” I gasp.
“Sure.” He leads me off the dance floor.
“You’ve made me rather hot and sweaty,” I whisper as we return to the table.
He pulls me into his arms. “I like you hot and sweaty. Though I prefer to make
you hot and sweaty in private,” he purrs, and a lascivious smile tugs at his
lips.
As I sit, it’s as if the incident on the dance floor never happened. I’m vaguely
surprised we ha一ven’t been thrown out. I glance around the bar. No one is
looking at us, and I can’t see Blond Giant. Maybe he left, or maybe he’s been
thrown out. Kate and Elliot are being indecent on the dance floor, Ethan and
Mia less so. I take another sip of champagne.
“Here.” Christian puts another glass of water before me and regards me
intently. His expressio
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