“Llew! Glad you could make it.” His grin lit up that corner of the room, and oh yeah, I was toast.
“Hey, Marc.” I greeted the others and ordered a beer.
“On me,” Marc cut in, and I thanked him.
When I got the bottle, I leaned against the bar, sipping the brew while I watched everyone’s antics. Yeah, some folks couldn’t dance, but they had fun trying. Marc took turns with each staff member, and the way his hips moved got me hard, despite my intentions to the contrary. I drank more beer.
“Your turn,” Marc said in my ear sometime later, and I barely repressed a shiver.
He took me by the hand and led me to the dance floor, which wasn’t as packed as last Friday, but still plenty full. All my inhibitions left as the music flowed through me, like always, and I saw Marc’s eyes widen a bit bef
