Page 91 of King of Temptation

He puts on his sunglasses, giving me a sexy grin. “Well get ready, cause we’re about to do thirty-five through this whole town.”

I laugh as he starts up the GPS and then leaves my mom’s street.

Noting the route, I tap his shoulder. “We’re going to go right by my mom’s studio. Mind stopping? I’d love to show it to you before it’s gone.”

“I don’t mind at all,” he answers.

Two minutes later, I’m pointing out the turn and we’re parked in the back of the studio.

I know where my mom hides the key, it’s been in the same spot for twenty years and a minute later, we’re in the familiar space.

This is where I lived my life and I breathe in the scent of aging wood as we walk down the narrow hall past the office and bathroom and into the main dance room. It’s a decent space with mirrors on the back wall and a bar attached for the girls to use. I step up to it now, slipping off my ballet flats as I do a few kicks, warming up my legs.

Leo comes in behind me. The whole front of the room is windows out to the parking lot, but my mom pulls curtains across them to lower the air conditioning costs in the summer and they’re closed now.

In my bare feet, I spin about the room, humming to myself as I dip and sway. Not like a cage dancer, but as the ballerina I’ve been trained to be since the age of two.

“You’ve never looked more beautiful,” Leo murmurs when I finally stop.

I smile at him.

“You’re sure you don’t want to go to New York? I can be a stay-at-home dad. I bet I could rock reading time at the library.”

I stop, staring at the man I know I love. “I can see it now, all the stay-at-home moms hitting on you,” I wrinkle my nose. “We’ll take turns going to the library, how about that?”

“I like it,” he murmurs before he pushes off the wall.

“And I’m sure I want to stay in Vegas. Charlotte is there. Your family is there and tonight, we’ll pitch my mom the idea of moving too. Maybe we can even open that studio together.”

“Another family business?” He stops right in front of me, wrapping a hand around me to cup my ass in his palm and pull me close.

But I don’t want to talk about my mom anymore. My hips press to Leo’s and I can feel his already stiff cock rubbing me right where I need it most.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Leo

Kim twirling around this studio is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

Part of me wanted to watch longer but I can’t keep my hands off her. Because not only is she perfect, she’s mine.

One of her hands comes around the back of my neck, her fingertips massaging my skin as her chin lifts up so that I can claim her mouth with a kiss.

I kiss her like a man who’s been starved. I have been…for her. My hand is still wrapped around one of her ass cheeks and I give it a good hard squeeze, pulling her even tighter into my hips.

She responds by wrapping one of her legs around my waist.

“I love you,” I murmur against her lips. I’m not normally a sentimental guy during sex. I’m far more of the make-the-walls-bang, but I can’t help it with her.

I thought I might lose her, and it scared the shit out of me. To have her here against my body, emotion is welling up inside me.

This is exactly where I belong. Wherever she is with her body pressed to mine.

Which is why I growl out a protest when she takes a step back. But my irritation is quickly forgotten when she pulls off her shirt, revealing a lace bra underneath.

And then she takes three more steps back until she’s leaning against the bar, half reclined with her eyes on me. “Your turn.”

Giving her a cocksure grin, I tug my shirt off. I haven’t showered yet today but neither has she. I’d planned on a two-for-one back at the hotel room. Sex in the shower.

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