Free Dancing Together by Wendi Zwaduk Page A

degree—he didn’t
have to answer to anyone and could do things at his own pace. He didn’t have to
worry about letting someone down. Sometimes, though, he wanted to share his
life with someone.
    His thoughts traveled to Allyson again. He sat on the bed
and stared at her picture on his watch. He liked her and liked the way she fit
in his arms. He dreamed about her kiss. Her laugh always brought him out of a
bad mood. She’d been the one to suggest the trip and even gave him space. She
was good for him and smart to boot.
    So why wasn’t he with her in her room? Or in adjacent rooms?
Because she’d claimed she didn’t want to intrude on his life if he decided to
hook up with someone else for the holidays.
    What if Allyson was the hottie he wanted to snuggle up with
for Christmas? She could be the woman who played with his Yule log. He snorted.
What a bad joke. He wasn’t huge, but he made do with what the good Lord had
given him. Allyson seemed to like his dick. He smoothed his hand over the growing
bulge in his pants. He wanted to find Allyson, bring her to his room and
decorate her in whipped cream for the holidays. She liked to use toys in the
bedroom. Maybe they could find a twenty-four-hour sex shop and buy a little
more Christmas cheer.
    His phone beeped, bringing him out of his mini-fantasy. He
sighed. He needed to head upstairs to the party, but he couldn’t get her out of
his brain. What if she wasn’t there? What if Allyson paired off with someone
else? He wasn’t sure he wanted to see her with another man. He’d kept things
casual with her, so he only had himself to blame if she did decide to dump him
for good.
    He’d worry about her later. She might not be there, but
there was a chance she’d come to Vegas and wanted to heat up the holidays with
him.
    Jordy stood and removed the Santa hat long enough to don the
mask. Wearing a masquerade mask for the duration of the party seemed a little
much, but whatever. He unzipped and loosened his belt. He needed to tuck his
keycard into the little pocket inside his dress pants. Jordy locked his keys
and wallet in the room safe, then strolled out of the room in the direction of
the elevator. He pressed the button and while he waited for the car, he noted
the eight doors in the hallway leading to various rooms. Getting a suite proved
to be smart because they were secluded. He had more room and fewer people to
deal with in the elevator. Would he run into Allyson? He hoped so.
    The car stopped and the doors opened. He stepped into the
elevator and pressed the button for the club level. According to the e-invite,
the men were to wear suits or tuxes, a mask and a Santa hat. He checked his
look in the reflective panels on the walls of the car. Check, check and check.
The wording in the invitation stated the women were expected to wear masks and
the Santa hat. Otherwise, they could wear whatever they wanted. He wondered how
the females would interpret the rules.
    If Allyson showed up, how would she dress? At the school,
she was every bit the buttoned-up matronly-looking teacher with her high
collars and dowdy khaki pants. She kept her dark blonde hair captured in clips
and wound up in buns rather than allowing her hair to brush her shoulders. He
understood her plan—keep control in the classroom and focus on learning. But
the moment he laid eyes on her, he wanted to do so much more than learn.
    When he spent time alone with her, he got to know the real
woman she kept hidden away. In the bedroom she seemed to embrace her curves and
her sensuality. He wanted to indulge in every one of her naughty fantasies.
They’d only fucked four times, but each encounter had been seared into his
brain. Her hazel eyes shimmered with passion as they made love. He loved the
way her ample breasts bounced when she rode him and how she gripped him tight
in her pussy. He wanted to pull her hair as she cried out for more and to tweak
the little ring in her right nipple.
    Sweet Jesus, he needed