It wasn't just about what this lady was wearing. It was her. Something to do with the way she moved. Like she was one with the music and with the stage. The music pounded in a hypnotic rhythm that was unashamedly sexual, and she moved and danced in time to the beat, her movements graceful and seductive. So much confidence and balance. Balance that should have been nearly possible with the length of the heel shoes that she was putting on, but she made it look so natural... So easy, like she'd been born with high, slender spikes attached to her feet. 

There was something captivating... Almost hypnotizing about this woman, and Dimitri found him self leaning closer to watch. To take in every sight of this beautiful goddess. 

She was a vision of feminine perfection, every man's fantasy and Dimitri felt sharp claws of lust drag through his loins. On the opposite side, Dimitri saw a man half rise to his feet, a look of naked longing in his eyes. He didn't blame the man. What man wouldn't be captivated by such a beauty?
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Nervous about assuming control of her father's company, Kelly Darcy relocates to San Francisco. In an attempt to do something she loved one more time before her life changed completely, she volunteers to replace a dancer in her friend, Elizabeth's fashion show and ends up in the arms of Dimitri Collins.

It was supposed to be a one night stand. She didn't have to see him again. But Kelly realizes how wrong she was when Dimitri walks into her father's office... 

And now she has to fight to keep her father's company, while figuring out what she truly feels for Dimitri.

MAKE YOU MINE

"You gave me no time" he said. Then laughed when her hands went lower. 


"Hey!" he growled roughly. "You are touching a delicate area there!" 


Katherine withdrew her finger tips, slid them over his steel hard hips. "I like touching you, Jensen. I love it actually" She cupped his lean buttocks. "This is a fascinating part of your anatomy. Looks great on tight jeans. You could pose for a pinup calendar... One of those sexy ones with the bare, hairy chest and just the top button of your jeans undone" 


Jensen's smile matched the come hither smile of the poster models —soft and sexy and all male. Heavy sensuality washed over her as he shifted against her with a new surge of desire. His thigh edged between hers and he entered her. 


Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty Five