Page 22 of Big D!ck Energy

“I promise it's not that.” He said it with such certainty that I almost believed him.

I sat back in the chair and crossed my arms over my chest. “Then what?”

“It's your big dick energy.”

I choked on air. “I'm sorry, my what?”

“You have big dick energy, and it scares little boys away.” He said it completely seriously.

My brows furrowed. “Are you being serious right now?”

“Think about it, Davidson.” He ticked off points on his fingers. “You're smart. You're beautiful…” My heart did a little flip. “...you're confident. You have your own very successful career. You don't take shit from anyone.” He leaned back, spreading his hands. “It's intimidating as fuck.”

“So you're saying...”

“I'm saying you're not the problem. They are. You just haven't found someone man enough to handle your big dick energy.”

I laughed. I wasn't sure if he was right, but I liked his train of thought.

“What do you say, Davidson?” He raised his beer bottle in a toast. “Truce for tonight?”

My gaze met his across the table, and I was struck by the sudden, dangerous realization that Dallas Dodger was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen.

This was bad. This was very bad.

“Only if you stop calling me Davidson.”

He tilted his head, considering. “Deal... Davina.”

“Wow. You do know my name.”

His laugh rumbled up from somewhere in his chest. “I know a lot of things about you... Davina.”

The DJ switched tracks, and a pulsing dance remix filled the bar. Several people migrated to the small dance floor in the center.

“I need another drink.” I slid off my barstool. I needed space to interrupt whatever gravitational pull Dallas seemed to be exerting on my common sense.

“Let me…” he started, but I shook my head.

“I think I'm going to hit the dance floor instead.” I adjusted my dress. “Need to work off some of this big dick energy you mentioned.”

Dallas's eyes went dark, his gaze dropping to where my hands smoothed over my hips before snapping back to my face. “By all means.”

I wove through the crowd to the dance floor; the bass vibrated through my bones. The lights strobed overhead, and I closed my eyes as I let the music wash over me.

My eyes flashed open as a warm presence surrounded me from behind.

Strong hands settled lightly on my waist, tentatively asking permission without words. Heat bloomed under his fingertips, spreading through the thin fabric of my dress like wildfire.

“Mind if I join you?” Dallas's breath ghosted across my ear, his lips close enough that I could feel the warmth of them against my skin.

I should step away. Should laugh it off. Instead, I leaned back into him and felt him exhale. The solid wall of his chest pressed against my back, and I could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“Just don't step on my feet,” I said, trying to sound normal while my pulse hammered.

His laugh vibrated against my back as his body moved with mine, our hips finding the same rhythm.

“No promises, Davina.”