"And now to end our weekend I would like to present Karen Walker to lead the spotlight dance." Beverly Leslie's annoying voice played over the speaker system.

"This is us, honey." She said to Will as they both stood from the table and made their way to the dance floor. He took her in his arms and they began to dance. He spun her around and the crowd watched as the couple glided across the dance floor. After a few moments the other people began to dance as well. "Thank you for coming with me, Will. I appreciate it."

"I've had fun. Maybe I should become a socialite. I'd get to wear glitzy dresses and three inch heels." He joked, eliciting a giggle from her. He spun her around, her back pressed up against him and her arms crossed in front of her, accentuating her cleavage even more than it already was. She leaned her head back and rested her cheek against his as they continued to sway to the music.

Will could feel her warmth up against his body and it gave him butterflies in his stomach. Her cheek was soft against his flushed face and he could feel her hips gracefully brushing his pelvis. He looked down at her only to find a generous amount of cleavage meeting his gaze. All of a sudden she stopped moving, her body tensed and her heart pounding in her chest.

"Will," she began, taking a deep breath before allowing herself to continue. "Are you hard?"

"Shh." He shushed her and she gasped.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she chastised. "Think of something gross."

"It doesn't work that way, Karen. Just walk out of the room in front of me." He panicked, completely mortified. She complied and they rushed out of the room, effectively hiding his 'problem.' Everything seemed to go smoothly until they reached a vacant hallway.

"Honey, how could you let that happen?" Karen yelled, pushing him away from her.

"I'm sorry. It's not like I can exactly control it." He fought back.

"You could have tried."

"I'm sorry, okay? Come on, I'm sure you've been in some kind of similar situation." She rolled her eyes, obviously missing any point he was trying to make.

"No, honey, I haven't because I don't have a dick."

"Would you not talk like that?"

"Why, does it make you uncomfortable?" she asked as she got in his face, an attempt to make him feel threatened. "Now that's an experience we've shared. You know, a few minutes ago when your dick was making a guest appearance."

"Shut up, Karen. I mean it." She scoffed and got closer to his face.

"Dick."

"Fuck you."

"You wish."

His lips attacked hers and he pushed her against the wall. She couldn't help but moan into his mouth as his tongue penetrated her lips. He ran his hands over her stomach and pulled her closer by the waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sensually bit his lip as their kiss continued, a riptide of emotion rupturing in her stomach. All of a sudden he pulled away from her, leaving her feeling disheveled and oddly bare.

"I do wish." He whispered before disappearing around the corner, making his way to his room. Karen was left breathing heavily against the wall. Her body was burning for him and she wished that he wouldn't have stopped. But she was also thankful that he did stop. She didn't want to hurt her husband, but she had also never been kissed like that. She needed a release quickly, but decided that she could wait until she returned home, in the comfort of her own bed. After finally calming down her heart rate she went back to her room to change her clothes and finish her packing. Driver would be waiting for them to catch the boat within the next hour and she wanted to be ready.