Page 54 of Spinning Out Of Control

“I don’t know the words,” he pants like a lying liar who lies.

“Dean Hayden McKenna, you are a lying little shit. We were born to two gay men in Tennessee in the nineties. You know this song. You know every lyric. This album is in our blood, now SING!”

With a shake of his head, Dean does as I say, belting out the bridge and the last chorus with a smile on his face. We end the run with a cool down walk and a stretch while one of the slower tunes from Cowboy Carter plays.

I ride the endorphin high through my quick shower and post-class meet-and-greet with my students. I hug my dads and brother goodbye, since they’re all heading back to Tennessee, and then I head towards the elevator.

Normally when all is said and done, I hit the lobby cafe for a protein bar and some electrolytes before prepping for my next class, but I’ve got my sights set on the executive suites today. There is a man up there that somehow, in just a few short days, I’ve become addicted to.

Although, who am I kidding? My addiction to Ren has been simmering under my skin for months, ever since the wedding. Even when I was determined to hatehim, I couldn’t get enough of him. I looked for him in every room as I lied to myself and said I only wanted to keep track of him so I could better avoid him. From the first brush of our skin, the first taste of scotch on his delectable lips, I was cursed.

The elevator doors slide open, and my human-shaped-heroin steps out looking good enough to eat in his tight, dark wash jeans and black Henley, swiping away on his tablet with his black-frame glasses sitting low on the bridge of his nose. I nearly jump out of my skin, itching with the need to get close to him.

“Oh, there you are,” he says with a smile as he notices me standing there. “Just the person I wanted to see. I just got the final contracts from Jeslyn’s representation, and I thought you’d want to give them a look before I send it to HR.”

I reach out to him, slowly running a finger over his chest and gripping the fabric of his shirt when I reach the collar. I step in closer to him, watching his throat bob and fighting the urge to lean in and lick it.

“Kira, darling, what are you doing?” he asks quietly, subtly flicking his eyes over my shoulder to the hallway where I know there are instructors and production members milling about. There’s hesitation in his features, but not the kind that makes me want to back off. It’s the buzzing, electric kind of hesitation. The moment before you open your eyes to a surprise gift. The heartbeat before a kiss.

We haven’t talked about how we’re going to handleusat work, but I know how I feel about it. I’m the type of woman who lives my life out loud. There’s too much darkness in the world, too much darkness in my head. So, when I find a source of light, I want it everywhere.

“Are you worried about people knowing about us, Ren?” I ask, tilting my head and blinking up at him with a slight pout on my face.

“No. No, I’m not. But I thoughtyoumight worry. People here might talk if we go from you hating my guts and spreading wildly false rumors about the size of my penis to openly being my girlfriend.”

I glance over my shoulder, catching the confused and interested gazes of my coworkers who have taken notice. He has a point. This place can be a little like high school when it comes to the gossip train–hence why I found spreading such rumors about Warren to be the most successful way to annoy him when he first arrived. But I truly don’t care. People can gossip all they want, but I know what’s in my heart.

With a shrug of my shoulders, I turn back to Ren.

“Just call me Bonnie Raitt then, babe.”

“Uhm, why?” He furrows his brows, and I sigh. He might be practically perfect in every way, but it’s going to take some time to train him to keep up with my pop culture references.

“Because Ren. I’m going to give them something to talk about.”

I yank him by the collar, stunning him as I pull his lips to mine. It takes a moment for Ren to catch up butwhen he does, he tosses the tablet to the side and grabs me by my waist. He pulls me in close, licking at my lips until I open for him. When our tongues meet, he whines into my mouth, the sexy sound nearly drowning out the sound of the wolf whistles behind us. I nibble on his bottom lip, sucking it in a way that I learned last night drives him wild. I feel his erection pressing into my hip, and I swear I am this close to sticking my hand in his pants and grabbing a handful of him right here in the hallway.

Ren, thankfully, has better self-control than I do and pulls away, punctuating the hot kiss with a sweet peck to the tip of my nose. Then he spins me, pulling me back so that my ass is hiding his bulge as we face the bullpen.

“Everyone’s doing a wonderful job today, folks. Great classes, great numbers. I’m impressed,” Ren says after clearing his throat.

“Can we all expect a thank you like that, Warren?” Producer Jackie asks with a sly smirk and wink towards me. I smile with my tongue between my teeth, raising my eyebrows in a silent ‘hell yeah, he’s mine’.

“Pensaba que te guardabas para Bad Bunny,” Jess teases. She makes a good point. I have been saying the day Bad Bunny shows up at Spin Sync is the day I ride naked so I can hypnotize him with my body and make him fall in love.

“If Benito walks through that door, he’s still all mine, confía en mí.”

“So much for thetinyrumors,” Maddison teases. I reach behind me to pat Ren’s cheek while I laugh. I have no regrets when it comes to the whole micropenis thing. I was pissed, so I went for the low-hanging fruit. He survived. Based on the sheer number of orgasms Ren has given me in the last few hours alone, I’d say all has been forgiven.

“What can I say? I had to find some way to keep all you hot, horny people away from what’s mine.”

“Mmm, I like it when my pest gets possessive,” Ren whispers in my ear.

“And for the record,” I continue to acknowledge the group. “It’s perfect. Long and thick and–”

Ren cuts me off with a hand over my mouth, muttering a curse and laughing under his breath. He takes a step back, hitting the up button with his elbow and walking us backwards into the elevator.

“Well, that takes care of that,” he laughs as the doors close.

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