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wrapped her
legs around his hips and he held her there, the hard ridge of his cock where
his leg had been.
    “Please,” she begged, unable to answer.
    He gripped her ass tighter and increased the pressure on her
slit. Anne gave up all pretense of dancing, or even moving to the music, and
allowed him to move her as he would. She tightened her arms around his neck and
buried her face in his shoulder.
    Jolts of desire stole every sensation but that of Chase
thrusting in a mock act of coitus. It was on the tip of her tongue to beg him
to take her home, to strip her bare, but she bit down on her lip and rode the
waves of pleasure he wrought.
    “Chase!” His name was torn from her as the mounting tension
crested, and she shuddered as the orgasm took her, more intense than anything
she’d ever felt with her Bullet or Rabbit.
    He stilled as she stopped writhing, but she could feel his
heart still pounding against his chest and his need evident in the press of his
body against hers. Chase made no move to find his own release, but let go of
her.
    Anne was trapped—she had nowhere to look now but up at him.
She could look or she could run. She wasn’t a coward, so she turned her face up
to his. The music was still thumping, people danced on around them, but the
world had stopped for this moment between them. It hung gravid with
possibility.
    Until the heavy beats stopped and melded into something soft
and slow. She leaned against him as if it were the most natural thing in the
world. His erection was still like steel, but he held her softly. There was no
expectation in his touch.
    Anne didn’t know if she wanted there to be or not. It would
have been easier if he’d demanded his gratification like a god claiming his
due. She could still pretend they were caught up in the moment, but that wasn’t
the case. The moment had passed.
    And then even the soft music stopped. It was over. Time to
pay the piper.
    Chase took it from her, like any other task she didn’t want.
He brushed his lips over the top of her head in a gentle dismissal. “Thanks for
the dance, Annie.”
    She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Was
that all it had been? A dance? When the sun came up in the morning, would he be
able to forget this? Would she?
    Anne nodded. “Yeah, you too. It was fun.”
    Fun? Like the amusement park? Why had she said that?
It had been so much more than that. She knew they’d have to talk about it, but
the window was gone. Seth and Gin were headed their way.
    “Somebody’s going to jail.” Gin grinned.
    “For what?” Seth asked.
    “Alcohol abuse.” She pointed to Chase’s thigh, where Anne
had been riding him like a pony.
    She was mortified to see a damp place down the fly of his
jeans. She’d done that with her need and then her release. Anne blushed so hard
she thought her cheeks were going to burst.
    “Yeah, I’m a klutz. Can’t hold my beer,” Chase admitted
casually. His face was a mask that betrayed nothing.
    Anne wondered if mortification could be a fatal condition.
She almost hoped it was.
    “Let me buy you another beer,” Gin offered. “It’s last
call.”
    “No thanks, I have to drive. Maybe next time?” Chase didn’t
wait for her to answer, but put his hand on Anne’s back to guide her out the
door.
    Shit. Anne had to ride home with him. Hell, she had to live with him. She had to look at his handsome face every day and know that they’d
done this together. When she sat next to him on movie night with his arm around
her, Anne would wonder how to get him to touch her again. Their friendship
would never be the same.
    She’d screwed things up royally. She should have talked to
him about Dreamed Desire—or no, fuck that. She should have stopped looking.
Stopped imagining him touching her, wanting her.
    The night air was by no means cool, but it provided a
welcome relief from the closeness of the interior of The Bottleneck and it felt
good to be out under the stars. She stole a glance at