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She shifts in her seat to face me. “And you learned from watching them?”
Oh boy. This might be embarrassing.
But fuck it.
“Promise you won’t laugh?”
“Um, Cal, I’m sorry. No. I’dnevermake that promise.”
I should have known better. “Can you at least promise to keep it to yourself and not blab it to people at work?”
“Yes. I can promise that.”
“Go ahead,” I prompt. “Promise.”
Her head droops in an arc, and she sighs. “My gosh.Yes. I promise I won’t tell anyone your dancing-related secret.”
Like a bandage, let ’er rip.
“Try not to judge. I was about four or five years old when this started.” With a groan, I blurt it out before I change my mind. “I used to watch my parents dance around the house. I’d mimic them while holding my sister’s Wispy Walker doll, so my mom signed me up for ballroom dancing lessons. And I was pretty good. Competed locally until I was about twelve.”
“Stop!” She brings her hands to her chest with a thump. “No friggin’ way. That’s adorable.”
“It’s not adorable. It’s embarrassing. I can’t believe I admitted it.”
“Don’t be embarrassed. I want to know everything about you.”
“I’m going to ask you to get out of the car at the next light so I can drive off the pier.”
“Oh, stop. It’s notthatbad. I’m just having a hard time reconciling the pie-baking ballroom dancer with the man who pulls my hair and orders me to gag on his cock.”
I nearly choke on my tongue.
“Well, shit, Mia. Now I’m getting hard on the way to dinner,” I feign annoyance.
It’s suddenly difficult to focus on the road and check for tails. All I can picture is how good she looked on her knees in the shower this morning, sputtering around my dick as I used my grip on her hair to work her back and forth along my length.
Dammit.Mia gives head like a champ. We’re talking gold medal.
Taking one hand off the wheel, I adjust myself in my jeans. “New subject,” I bark out. Instead of defusing the mounting sexual tension, it only makes her laugh louder, which forces more blood into my dick.
“If you don’t stop laughing, you’ll have to do something about this growing situation in my pants before dinner.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, stud.”
Chapter40
Shields down, guards up
MIA
“You made it!” Sammy squeals, arms spread wide.
Without giving me a chance to respond, she bounds into my arms for a hug. Her huge baby bump protrudes between us, halting her before she can fully embrace me.
“Damn these kids. Already hug-blocking me,” she grumbles, then adjusts her position to more of a side squeeze.
Did I say baby bump? Correction. It’s a baby hill or small mountain.
