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I turn around and see the frozen pie still sitting on the counter.
“Son of a bitch,” I mutter while sticking it in the oven.
When I turn back to her, I say, “You distracted me.”
“I could take off my shirt and distract you even more.” She wiggles her eyebrows up and down at her tempting offer.
“If you do that, Sunshine, we won’t be eating any time soon.”
“Alright, alright. I’ll be good.” She pauses for a moment before looking down at her leg. “I can’t believe you’re still attracted to me with this giant eyesore on my leg.”
“Let me ask you something,” I say. “If I had a cast on my leg, would it make you any less attracted to me?”
“Fuck no. I’d still climb you like a tree.”
I can’t help but laugh. “So, what’s the difference?”
“I don’t know. I just hate it. I feel like it’s so big and clunky that it makes it hard to do anything other than missionary.”
“Well, I don’t care what position we do it in. Seriously, if you let my cock into that sweet pussy, I don’t care how the hell we do it. But if it bothers you—”
She stops me. “It doesn’tbotherme. I just feel bad that I can’t be on top. It’s like you’re doing all the work, and believe me when I say, I’mgreatat riding a dick.”
“Christ, Jenna, you have to stop saying things like that. My dick is hard as a fucking diamond.”
She giggles. “Sorry.”
“Sunshine, don’t ever be sorry about that. I love all the dirty talk and sexy stuff, and I’ll never want you to stop. And as for the dick riding, if you really feel that bad, you’ll just have to make up for the lost time.” I wink at her.
“Believe me; I will.”
Smiling, I walk over to check the pizza. I know for a fact it’s not done, but I mainly do it as a way to try to deflate my boner. It only half works.
When I shut the oven door again, I walk over to the opposite side of the breakfast bar and hold out my hand.
She gives me a confused look but sets her hand in mine all the same. I close my fingers around her palm and gently pull her to her feet.
When she’s standing, I keep holding one of her hands while I pull her close with the other before resting it on her lower back.
I slowly begin to sway with her in my arms.
“What are we doing?” She asks.
“We’re dancing.”
“What if I hit you with my cast?”
“I’ll survive.”
“We don’t have any music.”
Clearing my throat, I start to sing a classic country song that I’m sure she knows.
With her arm around my neck, she leans her cheek against mine. It’s a little strange for me to be almost at eye level with a woman. Most of the ones I’ve been with have been quite a bit shorter than me. I don’t mind either way, but it’s nice that it’s easier to look into those pretty eyes of hers. And I don’t have to lean down so far when I want to kiss her.
She holds me close and says, “You’re a pretty good singer.”
Well, that’s a compliment I don’t think I’ve ever heard before. “It’s the deep voice,” I whisper. “It makes everything sound better.”
