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Publié par | Andrews UK |
Date de parution | 24 août 2020 |
Nombre de lectures | 0 |
EAN13 | 9781789824278 |
Langue | English |
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Dance With Me
Nephy Hart
First published in 2020 by
House of Erotica
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
Digital edition converted and distributed by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
Copyright © 2020 Nephy Hart
The right of Nephy Hart to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. Any person who does so may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Dance With Me
The man in black is prowling. He intently watches the dance floor, searching, his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. He is clearly a predator, stalking like a big, black cat, and everyone, seeming to sense it, unconsciously shrinks away. Not that they’re not watching. There are eyes on him wherever he goes, eyes that are hungry and follow him until they can see him no more.
The boy is dancing. His eyes are closed and his arms raised, his slender body undulating to the music. He, too, draws the eyes of everyone around him.
This isn’t the kind of club where people dance only in couples or groups. Sometimes a couple will link up or cling together, usually very closely, usually doing more than dancing. Sometimes the boy spins into someone’s arms but he doesn’t stay there long. He opens his eyes, synchronises his body with theirs for a few minutes, surrenders a kiss and then moves on.
The man in black stops and stares. He’s found him. Although he’d come to the club tonight, specifically to find him, part of him hadn’t believed he ever would. But there’s no mistake. He’s the one.
Excited now, more than he has been for many years, he watches the boy dance, moving around the dance-floor; impervious to the stares, unaware of anyone else but the boy, who seems to be dancing under a spotlight. He’s stunning, even more beautiful than he’d imagined, and Aster has imagined him plenty.
Slipping into the seething mass of bodies on the floor, like a shark sinking into the water of the deep sea, he swims until he finds himself face to face with the object of his obsession. For a moment, he is frozen, unable to breathe, or to act. The boy spins into his arms and Aster’s hands settle on the boy’s slender hips.
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