The Sextet Presents… Turn Another Paige [A Toy Story] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF

squeeze.
    So lost in his touch and the beautiful music, Paige barely noticed when someone tapped her shoulder. She reluctantly lifted her head to glance over her shoulder.
    Mike stood there with a grin on his face. “Mind if I cut in?”
    Her fun was over. Mike wanted to dance with the man he loved.
    “Go ahead.” God, she hated the pouty tone of her voice. She stepped to the side, figuring she’d go back to the table and watch them dance, probably swallowing the envy along with another hefty glass of pinot grigio .
    “Where you going?” Mike grabbed her hand, pulling her back before she’d even taken three steps.
    “Back to the table. I thought you wanted to dance with Jude.”
    “No, baby. I don’t. I want to dance with you.”
    Baby? Since when did Mike call her baby?
    Since never . Just like Jude would normally never have said something as decidedly romantic as “you feel great in my arms.”
    Before she could ask, Jude moved away, slapping Mike on the shoulder as his partner tugged her into his arms.
    Her guys were the same height. Her cheek rested on the same spot on Mike it had on Jude—the place where chest and shoulder met.
    Mike didn’t wear cologne, yet he still smelled good. A cross between the fabric softener she’d used on their laundry and clean male. Paige closed her eyes and surrendered, letting her feet follow his and enjoying how his hands caressed her lower back while hers were looped around his neck.
    Whatever had gotten into her guys—whether it was the French cuisine or the white wine—she hoped it would never, never end.
    She wasn’t intoxicated by the alcohol, but she was intoxicated by Jude and Mike. Being held in their arms, feeling as if she truly mattered to them, she made a decision. For tonight, she’d take what she wanted. For tonight, she’d indulge herself in make-believe. For tonight, she would let her fantasies lead her.
    Because tomorrow, she’d have to start planning a new life.
    If she was going to have to leave them behind, she wasn’t going empty-handed. She was going to grasp a fistful of memories that might help keep her warm on the cold nights ahead.
    “Do you guys wanna get out of here?” She stopped dancing and stood on tiptoes to whisper the question in Mike’s ear.
    His brown eyes searched hers. “You want to leave? Why? Don’t you like it here?”
    “Dinner was wonderful. I thought maybe… Do you and Jude want to go to Distraction?”
    “Distraction? You mean the club?”
    “Yeah. Tonight, I want to forget everything. I want to dance and do shots and have a helluva good time with you two.” Drawing on courage she hadn’t known she had, she ran her tongue around the shell of Mike’s ear.
    He shuddered and put his hands on her waist to hold her away from him. “Paige? What the hell?”
    Since his voice was full of curiosity rather than disgust, she took it as a good sign. “I want to go dancing with you two. And not like this. I want to really dance—to get a little crazy. At Distraction we can all dance together. C’mon, Mike. It’ll be fun.”
    He grasped her hand and dragged her back to the table.
    Jude threw them a quizzical stare. “The song’s not over yet. What’s wrong?”
    “Nothing,” she replied. “I just want to go someplace where we can get freaky.”
    “She wants to go to Distraction,” Mike added.
    The men exchanged a look that Paige couldn’t quite read. Hopeful? Curious? Excited?
    She didn’t care. “Let’s go.”

Chapter 5
     
    Distraction wasn’t the type of place where Mike felt comfortable. He was used to the more family-oriented Glad You’re Here. Even the bar in his restaurant was full of guys watching sports or women out for a night with friends—as far away from the crowd of people at Distraction as he’d ever seen.
    The music thrummed through the joint at a near-deafening volume, and the lighting was subdued. The place wasn’t much more than a stage with an enormous dance floor. A bar lined one wall,