Peter chuckled a little on the inside.  He had left her speechless AND stumbling, and he was quite pleased with himself.  His hand threatened to slide right off of her silk costume when she slipped, so he tightened his grip on her ass to hold her up, and took her hand more firmly as well.<br/><br/>Once Carly had regained her balance, Peter whispered to her again.  He had her on the ropes, and he intended to enjoy every minute of it.  "You seem to be losing your footing.  Is everything alright?"  He smirked at her.  "I would hate for you to fall; this floor would be a bit unforgiving."