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Her eyes immediately found us and she didn’t look shocked, she looked hungry. Kai didn’t stop fucking me. If anything, he started thrusting harder, like he wanted to show her exactly how well he was ruining me. Jade tilted her head, watching my face twist in pleasure as she dropped her gym bag. “Started the party without me again?” Her voice was sweet, but there was a wicked edge to it. “That’s not very nice.”

She gasped—soft, swallowed by the music—but both of them heard it. Jace leaned in then, voice quieter than Kai’s but heavier, like gravel dragged over silk. “You want to keep dancing here…” His fingers drifted inward, brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “…or you want to find out what happens when we stop pretending?” Maya’s pulse slammed in her throat. Her nipples were tight against the thin fabric of her dress. She was soaked—had been since she first caught them watching her. She turned her head so her lips nearly brushed Kai’s jaw.

*I see you let her live* Kojiro grinned at her *you shouldn't have said that* Keyla got up, grabbed Kojiro and pulled him with her, that's what he got from it, he would have preferred to have kept his mouth shut. He's been to clubs before, but he's never had to dance as often as he does today. The girls also gave her dirty looks. But Keyla passed it and threw scathing looks back. *are you glaring at me so seductively right now? * Kojiro grinned, because even he had caught the look.

Theo asks excitedly. “Watch closely,” I nod towards the screen with a playful smirk, and they all lean in with anticipation. “Whoa, Babe, that's you!” Theo bursts out, and a surge of pride wells up inside me as I step into the spotlight on screen. The music transitions seamlessly from Daddy Yankee’s high-energy ‘Gasolina’ to a smooth, sensual vibe as my dance partner, Conor, steps in to support my upper body, tilting me back while I roll my hips to the rhythm. A move I'd come up with myself.

“I like them, but I want to try something different.” “Tequila, obviously. I’m going to tell Jack.” Leiah wobbled off her seat. Tequila sounded awesome. Just like music playing. The game ended a while ago and a couple people had left. I felt light, like a feather and the slow sensual music was beckoning my body to the dance floor. “Dance with me Kade!” I tugged his arm. “No, babe,” he smirked, watching me with his sexy eyes. “Why not? Don’t you want to touch me?” I whispered in his ears.

I throw my arms around his neck and pull myself into him because his body is so warm and hard and feels so good against mine. "I said, what the fuck is going on here?" Kai asks again, not moving. "We're dancing Kai! Come dance with us!" Says Lindy who is now standing on her bed doing the grinding move she showed me. I giggle again. Funny Lindy. "Lindy showed me how to dance for you." I whisper loudly in his ear. Kai's eyes flash with something. But I'm not sure what that something is right now. "What the fuck is that?" Kai points to the floor and I follow his gaze to where he is looking at the floor.

I realize I'm hungrier than I thought as I finish the entire plate of food Kai made for me. Kai and I are watching the dancers when our friends join us. The girls insist that I join them on the dance floor. We start bouncing up and down to one of our favorite 90s songs, "Cruel to Be Kind" by Letters to Cleo. It's one of those songs that just makes you want to jump around. As we give it our all, I glance up and see our guys watching us with big, mischievous grins on their faces. When Kai notices that he has my attention, he confidently struts over to me on the dance floor. Once he has me in his arms, it feels like it's just the two of us on that dance floor. "You look absolutely beautiful out

“I swear, Kai...” “Relax. You’re not shaving your eyebrows or anything.” He bit back a grin. “You’re going to dance.” I blinked. “Dance?” “Yep. Right here. To whatever song I pick.” He grabbed the speaker and scrolled through his playlist. My heart dropped when I heard the opening notes of Beyoncé’s Single Ladies. "That's worse than shaving my eyebrows. Kai no.” “Kai, YES.” I tried to run. He caught me. And the next thing I knew, I was standing in the middle of his living room, barefoot in an almost-see-through sweater, recreating Beyoncé’s choreography while he clapped and laughed so hard he nearly cried.

I take a seat on the other side of Jordan. “Thanks,” Jordan says, downing her first shot and quickly pouring another. Caleb gets up, turning on my stereo and doing a kind of wiggle dance. Jade sways back and forth on the corner of the couch next to me with her golden brown legs crossed just out of my tongue's reach. She still doesn't smile. The dancing move just seems like a natural reaction from her, reminiscent of times past.

He was sure in the dim light she couldn’t see him from such a distance and yet he felt her eyes burning him. Her voice carried through a mic, “DJ Sabah, give me a beat.” On cue, a remix of Janet Jackson’s Nasty began playing and Rin watched with laser focus as she snapped the whip over the heads of the cheering crowd before doing a no-handed cartwheel to land near the front of the stage. In seconds two women spun down from the ceiling in silk scarves so fast his heart lurched in his throat as he wondered if they were going to plunge to their death but they landed with ease on their high heeled shoes to join her.