Page 115 of Bodyguard By Night

I swirled my tongue along the length of her neck. “Later.”

She tugged at the knot in my sweatpants. “Video is still rolling, stud.”

I jerked back, searching her gaze to see if she was kidding.

She reached behind her and fumbled for something.

“Turning up the sound?”

She giggled and pointed something at the camera. “Now it’s off.”

“Thought we were making a movie.” I smiled into the kiss as she drew me in.

“Definitely not the usual content for my channel.” She played with my hair. “Now if you want to add something to my personal collection…”

“Yours?”

She wrinkled her nose. “Like I’d give it to you.”

“How can I trust you with my bare ass?”

“That’s true. It is a very fine ass. Definitely sharable.”

The song changed to a bubbly Hozier song made for kitchen dancing. I pulled her down and twirled her around in the narrow space between the island and the other counter to the opposite side where we had much more room.

The bright smile on her face was worth the impulse.

“Who taught you to dance?”

“You wouldn’t believe me.” I spun her out, our fingertips tangling lightly before I dragged her close so her back was to my chest and our hips naturally fell into a rhythm. I took full advantage of her bare shoulder.

She slid her ass across the front of my sweatpants. “Tell me it was kindly barmaid on shore leave.”

“I was not in the Navy, babe.” I turned her around and lifted my arms into a classic ballroom dancing pose as she came back to me. She was all arms and legs and only about twenty percent grace, but she fit me. “My grandmother.” I grinned down at her as I held her waist firmly and walked her into a simple box step.

She threw back her head with a laugh.

The song changed to a rough-hewn male voice offset by a heavy beat. “Once you know the basics, you can do just about anything.” I pulled her in and slid my leg through hers to grind her along my thigh,Dirty Dancing-style. To her delight, I dipped her back in a wide arc.

When she straightened, there was only Chaos and sunlight and freckles.

I held her close as we moved in a slow, sexy sway. “How full is our day?”

She relaxed against me, pressing her cheek to my chest. “Very.” Then she peered up at me.“Our?”

“Where you go, I go.”

“I’ll be perfectly fine with my sister. You definitely don’t want to listen to us go over seating charts and favors.”

“Favors?”

She blew out a breath. “Even a bougie rich dude wedding includes guest gifts, I guess.” She toyed with my necklace, her usual signal she was about to say something important.

I rested my cheek against her head. She was just a touch too tall for me to tuck her under my chin. But somehow that meant she fit me better than anyone else ever had.

“Should I tell Rachel?”

“About us? Bet she figured it out.”

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