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ody felt suspended in his strong hand, held as if in a swing.<br />
“No one can see what I’m doing,” he whispered. “Everyone thinks I’m talking to you<br />
about how much I love the band. Can you feel that?”<br />
“Yes, oh God, yes.”<br />
He pressed himself into my back again. I leaned into this deliciousness, my right hand<br />
reaching up and cupping his working shoulder, my left arm holding the jacket steady. I<br />
felt his taut arm muscles as his thumb worked those magic circles, his deft ngers gliding<br />
in and out of me. He was playing me like an instrument. I lost myself in the darkness of<br />
the room, the beat of the music, the waves of pleasure. I wanted more of him inside me,<br />
not just ngers. Him. All of him. I edged my right thigh out and he read his cue to let his<br />
ngers explore deeper. I bent my head forward. I tried to look like I was totally lost in<br />
the music, but I was reeling with the swells this man was creating in my body, over and<br />
over, now building to a heavenly climax.<br />
“Cassie, I can feel it. You’re going to come in my hand, aren’t you, girl?” he<br />
whispered.<br />
I grabbed the bar with my right hand, feeling in a trance, and the room went black,<br />
the music mingling with a low moan (mine?) that had me bucking backwards. He was<br />
like a wall containing me as wave after wave ooded me. Oh sweet Jesus, I couldn’t<br />
believe he could do this to me, right there. I couldn’t believe I had just come in a loud,<br />
dark room full of strangers, some of them less than two feet away from me. He slowed<br />
his thumb as the waves in my body subsided; the room came into focus again. He stood<br />
still, holding me for a moment. When I shifted slightly, he pulled his ngers away<br />
gently, tracing them across my exposed thigh.<br />
He slid my champagne glass in front of me. “You’re fearless, Cassie.”<br />
I took the glass in my unsteady hand and gulped it down, then set the empty ute a<br />
little too loudly on the bar. I grinned and so did he. He was looking at me as if for the<br />
first time.<br />
“You’re gorgeous, you know that?” he said.<br />
And instead of saying something self-deprecating, for once I believed it. “Thank you.”<br />
“Thank you,” he said, signaling the bartender for the bill. He pulled o the two<br />
twenties again.<br />
“Keep the change,” he said to the bartender. Then he shed something out of his<br />
pocket. “And this is for you,” he said, icking what looked like a coin in the air and<br />
slapping it down on the bar.<br />
When he lifted his palm, I saw my Step Two charm glowing under the bar lights, the<br />
word Courage engraved in script.<br />
“It’s been charming,” he said, kissing my hair. Then he plucked his jacket o my lap<br />
and disappeared into the crowd.<br />
After securing my charm and admiring it and its partner on my bracelet, I slid o the<br />
stool, my legs so rubbery beneath me I almost collapsed on the oor next to my<br />
abandoned thong. As I moved through the dark crowd, my breathing was still staggered,<br />
my sight blurry. I smacked right into a tiny girl in high platforms, nearly knocking her<br />
over. At rst I didn’t recognize Tracina, because she was all dolled up, her curly hair a