Beth

Tate watched me with a sardonic smile, sensing my reluctance. He pulled me into his arms, and I slowly began to move with him. Tate could dance — and wow, he was holding me tightly as I moved my body against him, following his lead. I closed my eyes, my hips and waist moving sensually against him. He was hot. I was hotter. The pounding music carried us into a place of bliss. His warm hands drove me crazy. We stayed on the dance floor for several songs until the world started spinning in ...