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“I’m not talking about this with you.” I crack a grin.
“I like her, Axel. She’s not like the others.”
“I know. I like her too.”
Clara smiles wide at the mention of me liking someone. It’s been a long time since I’ve had these feelings for anyone.
“I’m going to jump in the shower before lunch.”
I rush off down the hallway, needing desperately to take care of this raging hard dick before seeing Emma again.
I need to be inside her soon, because I don’t know how many more times I can jerk off to thoughts of her.
12
Emma
“You look flushed. Are you overheated? Maybe you should do your yoga indoors until summer is over,” my mom fires off at me when I walk into the house. She has a large smile on her face, giving it away she knows why my cheeks are red.
“Hush, old lady or I’ll put you in a home.”
She laughs before hugging me giggling like a schoolgirl. “You wouldn’t do that to a poor defenseless old lady.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh. “Mom, you’re anything but defenseless. I’m going to go take a shower before we go to lunch next door. Where’s Felicity?”
“She’s in the kitchen. I told her she could help me make my famous pasta salad.” My stomach growls at the mention of her pasta salad. “Go get ready. I’ve got Fel.”
“Thanks Mom.”
With a kiss on my forehead, she pushes me toward my room. “He’s a good guy, Emma. You deserve to have a good guy in your life.”
“I don’t know, Mom. I like him, but I have Felicity. And I don’t want to be a dancer forever. I want to have my own yoga studio. I just think getting involved with Axel might be a bad move.”
“Honey, love is never a bad move. And he’s different. He understands the world of exotic dancing and the want to get out of it. Give him a chance.”
“I’ll think about it. But I just don’t think I have the time to let anyone in. Maybe when Felicity’s in college, and my business is running smoothly.”
“Your dad would have liked him.”
My chest squeezes with pain. I miss him so much. I wish he was here. “I can’t talk about this right now.” My appetite has disappeared, which shows how upset I really am. The thought of my mom’s pasta salad usually has me drooling with anticipation.
I hear her exhale and without seeing her face, I know she’s frowning. I walk slowly down the hallway, wondering if she’s going to keep trying to convince me, but she doesn’t say anything else. Guilt surges through me as I walk to the shower.
“I’ll be ready in thirty,” I say before running into my room trying to find something to wear that says, ‘I’m trying very hard, but if your fingers decide to do what they did in the kitchen again I wouldn’t be opposed.’
Yeah, I ask a lot from my clothes.
Little red sundress is just the thing.
I shower in record time, and throw my hair into a low ponytail. My mother helps me get Felicity next door as Ben and Damien man the grill.
I introduce everyone to my mother, making sure everyone knows her.
Axel’s hair is wet, and it’s just another added layer of sexiness I know I won’t be able to handle. I don’t know what it is about a full head of dark wet hair that turns me on, but it does. No judging.
A part of me imagines what he may have done in the shower while I was getting ready. I left him with a pretty big hard on from the feel of it against me when he kissed me goodbye.
My eyes meet his, and he smiles. And my face grows even hotter at the thought of him stroking his hardness in the shower.
Was he thinking about me?
I blush, not knowing what to say to him, because there’s too many people around. I can’t very well discuss what we did in his kitchen earlier with an audience.
So, we chatter. We make small talk until the food is ready.
“I set the table with Felicity’s help,” Clara says, smiling as my daughter stands next to her as proud as she can be.
I give her a hug for her efforts and we make our way to the picnic table.
“I want to sit by Clara,” Felicity says, and moves further away from me and onto the other side.
My mother smiles, and sits next to her.
Axel waits for me at the other end of the table, and I sit down next to him.
“I love your dress,” he whispers against the shell of my ear, sending shivers straight down my spine.
I want to tell him I love his everything in this moment, but instead I bite my tongue so I don’t utter anything so foolish.
The food gets passed around, and we all fall into an easy rhythm of eating and chatting.
