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“Okay. I dare you to eat the rest of dinner without using your fork.”
If he wants to embarrass me, he’s going to have to try harder. I’m not about to lick the plate like a dog. I set my fork down on the table. “I was done anyway.”
“Awww, Mr. Grumpy,” Kenzi coos. She picks a piece of broccoli off my plate between her fingers and holds it up to my face. “I’ll help. Open.”
I oblige. She pops the broccoli in my mouth.
Jason frowns. “You know…you can still use a fork, Kenzi.”
“Yeah, but this is more fun.” She has some sauce on her thumb, so she holds it to my lips. “Suck.”
I take her thumb in my mouth and swirl my tongue around the tip of it. This should not be as erotic as it is. But when she’s playful and coy like this, I would do anything for her.
Including lick every inch of her clean with my tongue.
She looks pleased with herself. Jason looks annoyed. And I’m trying to keep my cock from tenting in my pants.
“Dessert?” I ask.
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Donovan excuses himself, and for a minute, Jason and I are alone.
The record finishes, and static pops through the empty air. The stylus jumps up, automatically resuming its place.
I move over to the record player and crouch down in front of it so I can thumb through the stack of records fitted neatly underneath. “Alright,” I say, “let’s see what you boys have in store for me…”
“Better not touch that,” Jason warns. “Donovan goes ballistic.”
“I’ll take my chances.”
I find Bonnie Raitt hidden among the stack. I slip her out of her sleeve and carefully switch out the records. I hit Play and immediately start to sway to the song.
I brush a succulent—succulent? It’s green and has long, pointed arms that stretch out. I could never keep a plant alive long enough to know what they were called.
“Need a dancing partner?” I feel Jason before I see him; his body comes up against mine, and he takes my hand. He coaxes a spin from me, but I spin away from him instead of toward him and then take off on my own.
“I can keep rhythm on my own.”
The edge of his mouth curves upward. “I don’t doubt that you can.”
I lift my arms above my head, lazily swaying. “You seem better,” I comment.
He scrunches his eyebrows. “Better?”
“Calmer. What’s your secret?”
“You’re going to laugh.”
“Maybe.”
“Yoga and meditation.”
I roll my eyes. “Do they teach you that when you sign up for Doctors Without Borders?”
Jason draws up one of his half-grins. “You watched my Dr. Mazie episode.”
