“Oh.” Stacy didn’t know how to respond. She’d never understood the male/male craze among straight women, but many authors had made it big in the genre.
“Look!” Veronica gestured. “Here come some luscious males now to inspire you, Dolores.”
Stacy turned her head to see Michael Moretti and Dino—did he have a last name?—ambling toward their table.
Dino flipped his black cape, and the silky fabric rippled through the air. “You ladies enjoying the party?”
“Yes, it’s loads of fun,” Veronica said.
“Perhaps I can make it a little more fun for you.” Dino grinned. “Would you care to dance?”
“Thank you. I’d love to.”
As Dino led Veronica to the dance floor, Stacy sat, her body tense. Now what? She felt completely out of place, as though the room would swallow her up at any moment and she’d be invisible. Conversation droned around her and threatened to suck her into a vortex.
Classic introvert feelings. She’d always been bashful, but the divorce from David had worsened her symptoms. Still, she had flirted a little with Michael earlier. Maybe hope existed.
Not right now, though. A red-hot desire to escape this situation coursed through her. Would anyone notice if she got up and walked out? Of course not. She was invisible after all.
She slowly rose from her chair.
“Leaving?”
Michael’s palm warmed her shoulder.
“Yes. I’m…tired. It’s been a long day.”
“Not”—his perfect teeth dazzled above his chiseled jawline—“until you dance with me, Stacy Summers.”
Chapter Two
Michael Moretti didn’t usually bother with married women. Not that he couldn’t seduce them. Quite the contrary. He’d done it more than once, but somehow he always heard his mother’s shrill Catholic voice in his head during the deed. She’s a married woman! You’re no better than your father! Yep, kind of a woody killer. Strange how that Catholic guilt could still get to him when he hadn’t been to mass in twenty years. Every once in a while it occurred to him that he didn’t have any issues with some of the other Catholic no-nos—namely sex outside of marriage and use of birth control. Nope, he only heard Mama’s voice when he was fucking a married woman, probably because his mother had caught his father in bed with the hot married neighbor when Michael was ten. That was the last time he’d seen the low life.
He held out his hand to a beautiful nymph named Stacy Summers. A beautiful married nymph. With cascades of auburn hair and the biggest brownest eyes Michael had ever seen, she was almost worth letting his mother scream in his head as he spent himself inside her lush body. He shook his head to clear it. He had other fish to fry tonight. No time to waste on a woman who couldn’t fulfill his ultimate goal.
A dance, though, he had time for.
Her hand was slick with sweat as she shyly took his. Redness crept into her cheeks, down her chest, and onto the plump tops of her breasts showing through the black fishnet she wore. Damn, the woman looked hot. If only she weren’t married… He’d love to take her up to his room and free the tigress he knew hid inside her bashful exterior. She’d be an animal in bed. Somehow he just knew.
He led her to the dance floor and took her into his arms. Yes, her body was as soft as he’d imagined and curved in all the right places. If only she didn’t have that damned ring on!
Slowly, they swayed to the music. Her body tensed against his. Normally, he didn’t talk while he danced, but maybe a little conversation would relax her.
He leaned in, positioned his lips above her earlobe, and inhaled the sweet scent of strawberry. “Your husband’s a lucky man.”
“Oh.” Her voice cracked, and she cleared her throat. “I’m not married.”
His cock nearly danced a jig inside his jeans. “You’re not? What’s with the ring then?”
“It was my grandmother’s. She left it to me when she died last year.”
He smiled. Did her eyes light up just a little? “You might try wearing it on your other hand, sweetheart.”
The redness in her cheeks deepened. His cock hardened.
“Yeah, I know. But it doesn’t fit, and I haven’t had the time to get it resized yet.”
Michael stepped back a little and took both her small hands into his. “It’s very pretty. And big too.”