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She lets the question hang in the air.
I shake myself.
Now she’s being completely professional and all I can think about is how I’d like to cover her in diamonds. “I like the carnival theme,” I say thickly, honestly. “I actually grew up in Kansas and we went to one every year.”
“What was your favorite part?” she asks quietly.
My grin catches me off-guard. “The food stands.”
Her eyes soften so much she almost looks…transfixed for a moment. By me?
Quickly, she straightens her papers, but I notice her fingers are trembling slightly. If I didn’t know how in-demand she is as a party planner, I would think she’s nervous about planning a job this size. It can’t be me making her nervous. Right? “Funnel cake, corndogs…”
“Pumpkin pie.”
“Oh. Yes. Absolutely. We can do it bite sized so it isn’t messy,” she murmurs, half to herself. “As far as alcohol…you want to have an open bar, I’m assuming?”
“Sure.” A sharp object gets lodged in my throat. “Actually, maybe it was a good idea to have this planning meeting, because there is something important to me that I would like you to arrange. Taxi service. I don’t want anyone driving under the influence.”
“No, of course not,” she breathes in a rush, ducking her head. “I’ll arrange that. Designated drivers. Being that you created a transportation app that connects drivers and customers, we can probably get them to do it for free,” she finishes, flashing me a smile. A smile that seems forced. “You’re like their patron saint.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” I laugh, wanting to put her at ease. Why isn’t she at ease? What am I doing wrong? “I still have to wait fifteen minutes for an Uber like everyone else.”
“Now that’s just a crime,” she whispers, pouting.
Oh Christ, that pout. It makes my cock stand on end.
I’m suddenly very irritated over being on the opposite side of the kitchen island from Jane. I could have been standing beside her for this entire conversation. Studying the pattern of freckles between her tits. Investigating those momentary flashes of sadness up close. This girl is so interesting and gorgeous and I’m not going to allow myself to have her. Not happening. But it would be nice to just…imagine it. A little. There’s no harm in imagining, right?
“Are you going to be at the party?” I ask, before I realize I’m speaking.
Her demeanor changes. She goes from friendly to inviting, doing that hair toss thing and wetting her perfect lips. “I told you, I’ll come if you want me there.” She twists a little, side to side. “But I have one condition.”
I swallow hard. “What is it?”
“If I come to your party, Mr. DeWitt, you have to slow dance with me.”
The teeth of my zipper bite into my bulging erection, making my laugh sound more like a groan. “I’ve never danced in my life, Jane. I have no idea how.”
“If you ask me nicely, I’ll teach you.”
And then she’s coming closer. Walking her fingers along the surface of the island, slowly cutting a path in my direction. “What…right now?”
She shrugs a delicate shoulder. “Now is as good a time as any.”
That’s what she thinks.
My dick is currently harder than steel. There will be no hiding it.
“I-I don’t think that’s necessary, Jane, but thank you.” I start to back away, but then she’s in front of me—and I can’t move. I can’t function, because she’s so fucking beautiful up close that my windpipe closes. Oh my God. Does she even have pores? Why isn’t she acting in movies? More than her looks, however, there is this sweet vulnerability to her that is making me want to kneel at her feet. How can she be trembling when she’s a million miles out of my league? “Jane…I can’t.”
She slides a hand onto my shoulder and steps closer. “Yes, you can, baby.”
When she murmurs the endearment, a shudder wracks me and I almost ejaculate against my fly. Baby. This girl just called me baby. Is this really happening?
You’re not supposed to let it happen.
Survivors guilt crawls up my spine. Holding Jane, dancing with her, definitely constitutes enjoying myself. And it could go further. No. No, I can’t let myself be seduced. I have a responsibility to the person I lost. The person who will never experience any form of happiness again. Reluctantly, I take Jane’s wrist and start to remove her touch from my shoulder. “I can’t,” I rasp. “I’m sorry.”
“Why can’t you dance with me?” Jane steps closer, her soft cheek sliding against mine. “Because of your big, bad erection?” she whispers in my ear, bringing our hips flush. Tightly fused together in a way that chokes the air out of me. “I won’t tell anyone.”
My vision doubles. “Jane—”
“Shhh.” She’s up on her toes, her lips on my ear feeling so good. So fucking good. Her tight body is molded to me, her tits plumped against my chest, the mound of her pussy rubbing side to side over the aching ridge of my cock. Oh Jesus, oh Jesus. I’ve only been holding her for ten seconds and I’m already panting, my balls tied up in knots. “You’ve never danced with a girl, hmm?” she hums quietly, beginning to sway us in a slow circle. Lulling me. Tantalizing me. “Have you had sex with a girl before, Byron?”
