Page 81 of Plain Sight

“Can we both be on them at the same time?”

She stares at me for a beat like she doesn’t know if I’m kidding.

Then she smiles.

Dance lessons are torture.

I mean, they’re fun. It’s a great workout. And watching Lily move herself around that aerial hoop makes my cock so hard I get lightheaded. My angel loves to dance, so she’s fine with two one-hour sessions with a break in the middle to rest.

Just kidding. The break is so we can fuck in one of the private bathrooms.

A guy named Marcus who goes around in flowing pants and no shirt teaches us—teaches me, mainly—to swing myself around on a pair of resistance bands, then the aerial hoop, then, finally, after forever, the straps.

It’s fun as fuck.

Not as fun as fucking, but close.

When we’ve worked our way to being on them at the same time—you can do some really cool spins, if you pay attention to the lessons and don’t fuck around—I take Lily in a loop while she arches her back.

“Fuck.” I don’t lose my positioning. I’m not going to drop her. We’re balanced against each other and against the straps, hanging above the ground, and every single muscle is involved. “I fucking love you like this.”

She meets my eyes. “Did you get a boner again?”

“Of course I did.”

“I can’t do anything about it up here.”

“Not with that attitude.”

Lily arches an eyebrow. “Gabriel thought I could keep you off the streets through the power of dance.”

“That’s not what I would call it.”

She laughs, and we keep dancing.

I’ve spent a lot of time in my life running away from things. Cops. Emotions. Nightmares. It’s a good thing I found Lily. Now I know how good it feels to fly.

It’s a warm autumn, and it probably seems even warmer because I can’t keep my hands off Lily. She’s got the cutest round little bump and sometimes I call in sick to work because I have to keep my hand on it all day.

Just kidding. I call in sick so we can fuck.

Just kidding. I use a personal day.

I’m using one such personal day, balls deep in the sweetest pussy known to humankind and riding out a mind-melting orgasm, when my phone rings.

It buzzes itself off the bedside table.

I collapse on top of Lily and kiss her like a wild animal until she pushes me away and bends over the side of the bed to get my phone. She settles herself on the pillows, runs her fingers through my sex-ruined man bun, and squints at the screen.

“Uh oh. What did we forget about?”

She shows it to me.

Gabriel: are you coming?

Jameson: just did LOL

Gabriel: oh my fucking god