"Slow dancing, swaying to the music..."
Neither Amanda Sutton - nor her sisters for that matter - had ever thought they would find themselves slow dancing on a yacht. Oh, they'd been on plenty of yachts, but none the size of the yacht that belonged to Alex Cleland.
He held her in his arms, and she could feel his firm, warm flesh pressing against her back. For his part, he could feel her breasts pressing into his flesh. He held her close and enjoyed the way her back fitted just right in the curves of his arms.
The evening had been a pleasant one - the three sisters and Robert Wade had arrived at his yacht via a small runabout. They had dined together, being served by a chef and two waiters - one to serve the dishes while the other took away the used ones - while a trio of musicians had entertained them.
The yacht had several bedrooms - and the two younger Sutton girls were sharing one room, with Robert Wade the other.
Amanda had remained in the dining room/dancing room, and Cleland had asked her to dance.
There wasn't a lot of room for waltzes or dances of that type...only slow dancing could be done...and they were slow dancing.
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