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Bowling had never been sosexy.
Actually, before tonight, Melody had never found anything remotely sexy about bowling. It was part of why Sunset Pins had been one of her suggestions. She'd wanted to meet up with him in a completely different venue than Black Light. Maybe there'd been a small part of her that had wondered if being in the club had influenced how she felt about him.
After all, it would be very easy to be swept away by the big bad Daddy Dom fantasy when they were at a BDSM club, surrounded by sex, leather, and orgasms.
Now they were bowling and she was thinking about how graceful he was when he moved, how nice his jeans looked on his ass when he sent the ball flying down the lane, and how hot his forearms were. Seriously. Was there such a thing as a forearm fetish? Because his were really hot. It didn't hurt that he was wearing a button-down shirt and had rolled up the sleeves in order to get a better range of movement for bowling.
Melody was pretty sure she'd gotten wet just watching him unbutton the cuffs and slowly folding the fabric into place.
I have issues.
At least now she knew for sure that her overwhelming attraction to him hadn't just been because he'd ridden to her rescue in court or that she'd worn BDSM blinders in the club or something. Nope. She was just attracted to him. Period. Whether he was lawyering, Domming, or bowling.
He was smart, funny, charming, incredibly sexy, listened to her talk about her research without his eyes glazing over, and was a Daddy Dom.
So what the hell was wrong with him?
There had to be something, right?
Although, obviously Peggy thought that the fact he was a Daddy Dom was a problem. That was one downside. She'd liked all the answers that he'd given her about why he liked being a Daddy Dom, but once Peggy got an idea stuck in her head, it could be hard to remove it. Which was why Melody was out here tonight, testing the waters while Peggy wasn't home, without telling her bestie about the date.
Just thinking about it made Melody uncomfortable, so she pushed thoughts of Peggy away.
Focus on the hot man’s ass instead.
And the way he's kickingyourass.
Dammit. Melody felt like pouting again. She could be a little competitive about games. Normally she didn't get competitive about bowling, but that was because she was usually playing with people who scored the same as she did. People who were happy if they managed a three-digit score.
She wasn't used to being totally wiped off the scoreboard.
Watching his fourth strike in a row, Melody sighed. At least she had good forearm porn. His muscles got all flexed and sexy when he was holding the fifteen-pound ball. Made her think about all the things he could probably do with those strong hands and fingers... beyond the things she already knew he could do.
Turning around, he caught her expression and chuckled, walking back to her with a little swing in his step.
"Not quite how you pictured this going, baby girl?" he asked, as he came to a halt in front of her, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Is there anything you're not good at?" she countered. The fact that her voice came out a little higher than usual did not escape her notice. She sounded almost whiny.
But that didn't seem to bother Kawan. If anything, his grin widened, and then his hands were on her hips again, pulling her into him for another kiss. Melody could definitely get used to being kissed in between frames. Especially because this time he didn't just leave the kiss on her lips and then pull away.
This time the kiss lingered, and when she parted her lips, he took immediate advantage and deepened the kiss. His hands slid around her body, making her arch her back as her breasts pressed against his chest, her fingers digging into his biceps, which felt just as muscular as his forearms. Heat and need surged inside of her.
The man kissed like a demon.
A sinful, sexy demon sent to tempt her into all sorts of naughtiness.
And then he'd spank the naughty right out of her.
Yes, please.
"Excuse me." The words were followed by a very loud throat clearing, ending their kiss. Melody turned her head to glare at the man who had interrupted them. The man, who was wearing a polo shirt that said Sunset Pins on the chest, was unimpressed by the dark look she was leveling at him. "This is a family establishment. Please keep your public displays of affection to a minimum."
Her cheeks heated with a hot blush, right on cue, as her glare dissolved under the man's withering look. Somehow, when Kawan had started kissing her, she'd forgotten where they were. Or maybe forgotten wasn't the right word. She just hadn't cared.
"Sorry," Kawan said, sliding his hands to her hips while giving the man an easy smile. The man snorted and walked away. Kawan looked back down at her and her heart jumped a little in her chest. The warmth in his dark eyes filled her all the way up, making her wonder if he was going to suggest they get out of there. "Okay, little girl, let's get back to the game. And let's make it interesting. If you bowl under a hundred twenty-five, I get to take you to Black Light again next weekend."
"What if I bowl over one-twenty-five?" she asked, because now she was torn between wanting to show him that she wasn't a terrible bowler and wanting to just chuck her ball in the gutter.
"Then I'll still take you to Black Light, and I'll give you an orgasm for every fifty points you score tonight." The wicked smile that accompanied that promise made her all wobbly in the knees.
"Every twenty points," she counter-bargained.
Kawan's rich laugh filled the air and Melody beamed up at him.
