Beth raised an eyebrow as Sean drew close. Close, hell, he put himself right between her legs as if he owned the real estate and she felt herself getting stirred up again. Confidence was sexy. And confidence in a man who actually had a sense of humor doubly so. She had to fight the urge to giggle like a school girl as he set up his shot and took a wild stab at it, not having to look to know it had been shite. Their bodies brushed each others' in interesting ways as his arms to other side of her and her cheek lightly rubbed against his, the scent of his aftershave and her perfume mingling.<br/><br/>"My turn indeed," she murmured and couldn't help turning her head and giving him a kiss. It was quick and playful, ended with a little nip of his lower lip, then she pushed him gently backward so she could slip off the table. She reached out to take his pool cue then indicated he should give her some room. "I want you to watch my technique very closely. I believe you may learn something."<br/><br/>The cue ball was at least half the table length away, maybe a little more, but rather than move to another side of the table, she went up onto the tip of her toes and laid herself over the table, stretching herself all the way out. The wispy little skirt of her dress rode up, showing of all but the very tops of her lean thighs, just almost giving away what kind of panties she was wearing. She glanced over her shoulder.<br/><br/>"Feel free to make any adjustments you may need to have the optimal view," she teased and gave him a devilish little smile before trying to line up the shot<br/>