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the requests, no matter the wish. How does that sound?”
    Spring leaned forward just a bit and studied his eyes. She dug deep, looking for the telltale signs her father had taught her. She could spot a lie a mile away. But, the more she looked into Bo’s eyes, the softer they became. The sexier his lips quirked. The hornier she became. The wetter her pussy got. Damn! Why not?
    “Okay, Bo, I’ll play. As long as it’s within the comfort zone.”
    “Great. Would you care to dance?” Bo asked as he stood up. There were a few couples on the small dance floor and a dance or two might just calm both of their nerves.
    What the hell was wrong with her? She was at a loss for words. All she could manage was a dumbass grin on her face as she slid down from her chair. Damn! Bo was tall. Everyone was usually taller than her, but he was tall and built like a brick wall. This was a meat and potatoes man all the way. Now that he was standing, his black dress shirt clung to his chest, complementing his muscular physique. The black slacks were an entirely different story. They hung like they were tailor-made for his body, which they probably were. His one thigh was thicker than both of hers put together with room left over. As she openly perused his body, it was impossible to ignore the huge erection in his pants. Had she caused that?
    The clearing of Bo’s throat brought her attention back up to meet his eyes. Busted! The smirk on his lips was obvious. She’d been caught staring at his dick. There was no comeback for that. Spring smiled and felt the burn of her cheeks as she continued to hold the hand that first clenched hers at the bar. Hands held tight, she guided them both to the dance floor.
     

 

     
     

Chapter 3
     
     

    When Spring stood up, Bo thought he would explode in his pants. The silk peach shirt was holy terror on his senses when he took in the total package as she came to her feet. The plunge in the back could not compete with the plunge in the front. What the hell! She did not have on a bra, and her nipples were calling to him like a bee to honey. His lips almost smacked together at the thought.
    Bo’s mind began to wonder. Were her breasts small, just a handful or more? How would her naked breasts feel in his hands when he cupped the underside of them? Were they stiff and perky or did they have just a little softness to them? He wanted to get his hands on them. Sipping on Spring’s nipples seemed like the perfect ending to a wonderful night.
    I’ll be damned! When Bo was finally able to peel his eyes away from her breasts, he realized she wore tight black leather pants and sexy high heels. Spring was a walking wet dream. The pants could have been painted onto her body. He was grateful Spring wasn’t a toothpick. He loved a woman with a little meat on her bones. But those damned leather pants hugged every curve of her hips, thighs, and sweet little ass. If he wanted to get to the special prize that was hidden below, he would have to literally peel the leather pants off of her body. The anticipation and the patience, both killers.
    Instantly, his possessive streak kicked in. Never, never in his life had he felt that way about a woman. The urge to shield her from greedy eyes was killing him. What was it about Spring that made him feel this way? His head jerked up, and his eyes scanned the room, looking for any men who looked as if they would want to approach Spring. That shit wasn’t happening. He gave several would-be admirers the eat-shit stare. Clearly staking his claim on the beautiful woman whether she wanted him to or not. He wasn’t letting her out of his sights. Spring was his. She just didn’t know it yet.
    Bo didn’t give Spring time to acclimate herself with the dance floor. He wanted to feel every inch of her body against his. When he gently pulled her body to his, her lips parted on a soft gasp as she stared up at him. He saw the lust quickly gathering in her eyes. She smelled sweet, like