“No!” I flush and realize my cheeks are flaming now; I must be bright red. He’s smirking at me as he moves me around in time to the music and pulls me against his chest so we’re resting cheek easily to cheek, giving me a break from the interrogation. Instead, I’m enveloped by his warmth against my face. He moves my body against his expertly, slowly swaying us.

“I just need a little break from demanding, stroppy women; even casual sex can be a hassle,” he shrugs ...