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With a quick drag, myass was pressed to his hips.

Hotdamn.

We hadn’t danced likethis in years. Just as I expected with the way I was pushing myself into him,the dirty heathen camshaft was awakening.

When I arched my backand kissed up and down his neck, Jameson leaned forward, his chest pressingagainst my back.

“You’re playing withfire honey.” I could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest as well as hishot and heavy breath against the shell of my ear.

“Oh, I know.” I turnedin his arms. His hands immediately went to my ass.

“Let’s go up to ourroom for a few minutes.” He suggested hungrily kissing up and down my neck.

Moments later, we wereback in the room and I was testing out my pineapple theory.

Three minutes later...he was a little worked up from the dancefloor and I’mreallygood at micro polishing.

“Better?” Jamesonwarily pulled his shirt back over his head and then fumbled with the hemnervously.

I giggled. “It wasnever bad...I just wanted to testout my pineapple theory.” Another giggle escaped me.

“Does it taste anydifferent?” he whispered buttoning his jeans. I could tell he was a littleembarrassed by this, which had me falling in love with him all over again.

I closed the distancebetween us, wrapping my arms around his waist, my lips traced along hiscollarbone. “I’ve always liked the taste...butyes, it’s sweeter.” I smiled.

He winked. “Let’s gobirthday girl.”

“We’re tied now?”

His hand came up,rubbed down his jaw and then he smirked playfully but he never said anythingjust smirked.

Why do I just feel likehe won this round by that smirk?

“What’s she doing inthere again?” I asked Alley who was again drinking something from the mini barin her purse.

“Well...” Alley laughed. “Charlie convinced herand Aiden to get married. I’m pretty sure his exact words were “Aiden, takethe bull by the horns and marry that girl!” It was entertaining.” Shesmiled searching her bag.

She was drunk becausesober Alley would never let something like this happen. As much as everyoneclaimed Aiden was the planner and incredibly indecisive, Alley was too.

“You didn’t feel theneed to stop either one of them?”

“No...itwas funny.” Her eyeslight up. “Look, Spencer got me a press on tattoo!” she began to take her shirtoff.

“That’s okay Alley.” Myhands quickly stopped her. “No need to show me.”

“Okay, let’s go back tothe bar. I need another one of those delicious lemon things.”

“They’re called lemondrops.” I slung my arm around her, well tried. Alley was like four inchestaller than I was. Walking toward the bar, I voiced my concern. “I wish I coulddrink.”

She laughed. “You willbe soon and then I won’t be able to again.”

“What do you mean areyou guys going to have another one?”

Alley smiled. “Yeah,we’ve talked about trying after the first of the year. Lane will be four inApril; I think it’s time to have another one.”

“That’s great Alley.”

Though I held concernfor Spencer parenting another child, I couldn’t really say that because Imyself was no better.