Page 65 of Power Play

Rex

Here’s a promise, if you keep teasing me with that pretty mouth of yours, the first thing I’ll do when I see you is fill it with my cock. Or redden your sexy little ass up for sassing me right now.

Pinky promise?

Rex

Oh, you dirty, dirty girl.

You don’t even know. ;)

Good night, Rex.

Rex

Good night, baby girl.

Standing up with my phone, I pull up the Nutcracker soundtrack and pick my favorite song. As cliché as it is, growing up, all I ever dreamed about was dancing to Tchaikovsky’s The Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy, so it’s obviously the first song I click.

The second I hear it, I feel the music in my body. My body is craving the movement that comes from dancing, and for years I’ve been too scared to feed this desire, afraid I would end up crumbling from having it all ripped away from me.

Honestly, I know it’s pathetic, but without physically dancing and just having the knowledge that I think I can do it, I feel like I’ve kept my dream alive somehow. It’s like if I don’t try, I can’t fail, and the thought of failing scares me.

I keep it safe, just allowing the music to move my body while making sure to keep my feet on the floor—no jumping for me. I’m not sure if I’ll ever feel confident enough to try it again, although the temptation is always there, especially when teaching.

When the song ends, I’m sweating, just having spun, turned, moved, and danced around the floor until I’m breathless.

It felt amazing. It was just what I needed to solidify the smile on my face as I lock up and head home.

Damn, I missed dancing.

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“Sawyer! Are you awake yet?” Cassie yells my name from the kitchen, obviously not giving a fuck that it’s only seven in the morning. I’ve spent all week working at both jobs and cramming for finals, which are slowly creeping up. Waking up early today isn’t something I’m really excited about.

Rolling over, I yank the blankets with me, covering my face from the world. Usually when I ignore her, she goes away, but apparently, I’m not that lucky today.

“Sawyer, wake the fuck up!” Cassie says as she opens my bedroom door.

“What if I was naked? Or even worse, what if Rex came over and we were naked in here and you just opened the door like that,” I try to sound annoyed, but it just comes out whiny and tired.

“Then, I guess, I would get to see that sexy dad bod that you’ve refused to give me any details about. But you already told me he was busy this week.” Cassie says, her face turning into a devious smirk. “Besides, I’ve seen you naked before, so that’s nothing new, but I might’ve been able to sneak a peek at his dick, which you refuse to talk to me about. But this is important.”

“What is so important that you have to wake me up on the one day my first class was canceled?” I grumble, my face still in my pillow.

“Gwen texted me last night. We were supposed to be going to the hockey game tonight, but apparently, she has the stomach flu or food poisoning. Regardless, she’s not going to make it.”

I hate that even with all the good things in my life—namely, Rex—I still hate the idea of going to the hockey game solely because of Max. I used to love going to hockey games. I definitely miss it.

“Cassie,” I grumble.

“Sawyer, I know you hate the idea, but Max doesn’t even have to know. Besides, I bet that hot coach with the big dick you’re fucking would love to see you supporting his team,” she says with a smirk.

“We aren’t talking about how big his dick is. Nice try though.”

“You’ve gotta give me something, the man is practically screaming with BDE. Come on Sawyer. Pleaseee. Let me live vicariously through you for a bit.” She pouts.

“Nope, nice try though,” I tell her, finally sitting up to look at her. “Why is this game so important?”

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