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damned hard to resist. Especially when her inhibitions were missing in action like this. Who would it really harm if he flirted with her this one time? Maybe he could scare her off and she would realize that trying to tempt him was the romanti c equivalent of baiting a bear.
    It was fairly obvious to him that she was practicing her feminine wiles on him because she thought he was safe. She was wrong. He wasn’t some horny teenage boy intent on feeling her up at the movies. She couldn’t toy with him and walk away, leaving him at the end of the night with a boner and aching balls. He was a man, and he would stay firmly in control. Even if it killed him.
    “You,” he said softly. “Are an adorable drunk.” He squeezed her waist and leaned down, just touching the tip of her upturned nose with his lips. She was almost six feet tall in her heels, but at 6’4 he still had to hunch down a few inches to kiss her. He pulled away and nearly laughed at her befuddled expression. In the 15 years he’d known her, he’d neve r willingly touched her before.
    “Really?” She asked, biting her delectable lower lip and looking up at him doubtfull y thr ough lowered lashes.
    Mark s tared at that lip and thought about biting it himself. He wondered if she would taste as sweet as he’d always imagined. Right then he decided he was going to find out. Shitty behavior or not, he couldn’t leave town without knowin g.
    “Really. Totally adorable.” He removed one hand from her waist and brushed back an errant strand of c orn-silk hair off her forehead.
    “Then dance with me,” she cried, and flung her arms around his neck, nearly choking him in her enthusiasm.
    “Alright. Alright. Just one song.” Mark loosened her hold slightly and placed her hands on his shoulders. He wasn’t much of a dancer, but he began slowly swaying in time to the music with his hands on her shapely hips, holding her at a distance so they looked like an old couple learning the box s tep at a retirement home mixer.
    Serena glared up at him. “Not like that. Like this.” She said, and yanked him gracelessly into her embrace until he was forced to capitulate or wrestle with her, drawing unwanted attention to their dark corner near the bandstand.
    Three things happened all at once. Her high, firm breasts came into contact with his lower chest; the cool fingers of one delicate hand threaded through the hair at the back of his neck, and his cock became instantly and painfully rock hard against her stomach. Within the rented tuxedo pants, his erection felt like it was straining to get at her like an impatient dog on a leash. So much for staying in control.
    “Serena,” he whispered against her temple. “C’mon. Let’s do this properly.” He attempted to put some distance between them so she wouldn’t notice his raging hard-on, but she held on tightly, and nestled her soft stomach against his groin. He nearly groaned as she swiveled her pelvis in time with the music, brushing cruelly against his erection until he was forced to grab her hi ps to keep her still or go mad.
    “Don’t want to do it properly,” she sighed against his shoulder. “I want to do it like this.” Her breath tickled his neck and the image of all the improper things he wanted to do to her flashed through his mind. God, what he would do to spend one night between her creamy thighs. Not even a whole night. Just an hour would be worth almost anything.
But that was his dick talking. He couldn’t have her. Not even once. She deserved so muc h better than someone like him.
    She sighed again, and mumbled. “Oh, Mark. Isn’t this better? I wish we could stay like this forever.”
    Forever? Like this? Could she actually be oblivious to how aroused he was? Apparently she was. The gap in their sexual knowledge seemed to widen to Grand Canyon proportions. He was pretty sure he had never been this innocent. Or at least not for a very long time.
    Unlike Serena, who he suspected was probably