The Sextet - Dirty Dancing [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free Page A

her that he was the quintessential Mr. Right. After all, that had been the assignment Alejandro had given them—discover what he and Juliana felt for each other. And Craig had been a student who always did his homework.
    Picking up the small black remote, he fired up the sound system. The place was wired to have music in all the rooms. His theater room was better than some of the studio screening areas. High tech was his domain. He advanced through the CDs he’d loaded earlier, and the velvet voice of Michael Bublé brought a smile to Jules’s beautiful face. “Wanna dance, cherie ?” he asked, scooting back from the table and holding his hand out to her.
    “Dance?” Her blue eyes stared up at him. “Aren’t you sick of dancing today?”
    “Not if I can hold you. We’ll just call this practice for Monday. Didn’t Alejandro tell us to explore what we’ve got going here?”
    “Lust. What he said we had going was lust. ”
    If he had a chance of winning her—truly winning her heart—it was time to start pressing his advantage and hoping for the best. He always sensed a deep well of passion in her, and now he would try to tap those depths. If he didn’t win her heart first, no visions could ever become realities.
    Craig took her hand, pulled her to her feet, and tugged Juliana into his arms. She didn’t resist when he pressed against her and started swaying to the soft music. Not the fancy steps they’d been taught, but more like an embrace to the song, a touching of their bodies that all but mimicked the act he craved. “Alejandro was wrong. What I feel for you is so much more than lust,” he whispered in her ear. She trembled when he brushed a kiss to her earlobe and tugged gently with his teeth.
    Content to hold her like this for a minute, or an hour, or a lifetime, he was afraid to push too hard too quickly. Her hand that had rested against his back began to rub small circles, forcing a smile to his lips. Her words, whispered against his neck, were so soft he almost missed them. “I feel more than lust for you too. So much more…”
    All the invitation he needed. Drawing back, Craig let his mouth capture hers. She tasted so sweet, like wine with a touch of spice. His tongue teased her lips until she parted them to let him sweep inside and kiss her the way he’d fantasized for so very long.
    The kiss was everything he’d hoped for and more. Her fingers tangled through his hair as she moaned deep in her throat. His cock had already been standing at attention—had been since he’d first danced with her back at Alejandro’s studio—but now it hunted her like a compass sought north. How could he let her know he wanted her so desperately he was about to explode without sounding like all he wanted to do was fuck her? He wanted her, but as more than a lover. And not just for tonight.
    If he trusted his gut, Juliana Barrington was “the one.”
    The music changed to a faster tempo as Bublé started belting out Save the Last Dance for Me . Using the moves he’d learned from Alejandro and trying not to let fantasies of threesomes spoil reality, Craig threw himself into the rumba, guiding Jules from the terrace into the great room. Their hips gyrated as her feet followed his in an extended version of what felt like foreplay. He was ready to rumba her all the way into his bedroom when she looked up at him with a salacious smile that close to made his heart stop.
    She wanted him. Maybe as much as he wanted her…

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    Juliana held her breath as she took a leap of faith. Everything in the way Craig was treating her spoke of deep feelings. He obviously was ready to become her lover—his cock was hard, pressing against her lower belly as they danced, making her pussy throb in need. The tender way he treated her gave her hope that she would be something more than another notch on his bedpost. He’d said he felt more for her than lust… But she needed to know for sure. “Wait…”
    He kissed her again,