Page 34 of Pin-up Girl

Too late to go back. We’d deal with all of that when we got to it. “Are you sure you’re up for this dance thing tonight?”

“I’m positive. We’ll come up with something awesome. Brodie,” Clint shouted the name.

I winced and made a show of rubbing my ear.

He grinned. “Sorry.”

Brodie joined us in the back room, and for the next few hours, he offered praise as Clint and I worked our way through a variety of steps and combinations thereof. I didn’t realize how long we’d been at it until my evening employee poked their head in to tell me they were taking off for the night.

Even after that, we were going for another couple of hours. My feet shouldn’t be able to do this, but with Clint was easy. The longer he and I danced, the nicer it was to sink into the music and his arms. As he spun and dipped me, lifted and intentionally dropped me, desire built inside.

At one point, he whirled me away from him, then pulled me back in a spin, wrapping me in his arms, with mine crossed over my chest and my back to his front.

The pause in the room was audible, and when he dragged his nose up my neck, I was both shocked and wanted more. Clint followed it up with a series of soft kisses.

I’d ask what the hell? But I didn’t want him to stop.

Brodie cleared his throat loudly. “That’s my fiancée.”

Right. Shit.

“Fake fiancée,” Clint corrected him. “She’s my real wife.”

Oh, fuck. “So much for keeping it between us.” My retort slipped out without thought.

“I’m not going to hide this from him,” Clint said. “It doesn’t leave this room, though.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Brodie stared at us in disbelief. “We can’t get married if you’re already married.”

Were they fighting over me? “We aren’t getting married, so it doesn’t matter.”

Clint tugged me closer. Held me tighter. “That’s solved, then.”

“Is it?” Brodie asked.

“I’m not a toy for you to fight over and use.” I let a warning slide into my voice.

Clint let go of my arms, but moved his mouth to my ear. His hot breath brushed my skin. “You could be. You just have to say the word.”

Wait. How did we get from?—

Did I care?

Because what he said had my entire body dancing with anticipation. Not of course you are or anything like that. But you could be if you want…

Did I want?

The idea was terrifying. Telling someone do what you want with me. It also made desire pool in my belly and travel lower. And I trusted Clint.

Whatever happened next, his proposal had me turned on and anxious to discover. “Okay. Use me.”

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Use me.

Aubrey’s voice rang in my ears and flowed through my body like a perfect dance beat and tugged at my cock.

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