Page 51 of Dangle

“I did it for you.”

The volume knob on the blush broke off as my words cranked it past max volume. He brought that up not knowing, then I just had to go and blurt it out.

His mouth dropped open, his eyes grew round, and his brows shot up his forehead. “You…umm…what?”

Smacking myself in the face with both hands, I bent in half, burying my face in my thighs, and groaned, “I did it for you.”

“We didn’t…”

My cheek pressed against my quad when I turned to look him in the eye. “No, I know. I caught sight of you in the stands that night. It looked as if you were watching me.”

“I was. You were having so much fucking fun with the team, hamming it up, dancing to the music.”

I nodded and shrugged at the same time. Hopefully the actions weren’t as awkward as they felt. “I was. And then I saw you, and I wanted to impress you,” I said.

A cross between a laugh and a scoff screwed his face up and furrowed his brow. “What?”

“You’re fucking hot. So, I showed off.”

Pink tinged his cheeks. With a grunt, his hand shot out, gripped the back of my neck, lifting my mouth to his. He devoured me. And I let him. Let him guide the pace, the intensity, me onto his lap, straddling his hard cock. We broke apart, both of us sucking air like we’d just played through two full shifts down by two. Our foreheads touched, the gasping breaths we drew feathering over our faces.

“Further proof that you’re hot as fuck,” I groaned when our cocks twitched and rubbed together through the fabric we wore.

“Do you mean because you’re rutting against me like you’re in heat or something else?” he asked, his head tilting to rest against the back of the sofa, his gaze burning into mine.

His hands gripped my hips, not encouraging or discouraging my movements. Just there, making their presence known. Cupping his neck, my thumbs stroked the hollows of his cheeks through his beard. Leaning in, I kissed him again, keeping it slow and soft, sipping and nipping at his mouth and lips withmy teeth and tongue. The need to deepen it clawed at me, but I held back.

“Trey?”

“Hmm?”

“What did you mean about proof?”

“I don’t like dominant men.”

His body sunk further into the cushions as he pulled away from me, at least as much as he possibly could with me sitting on his dick. “In bed or…”

“At all. With the father I have, my whole life has been dictated. Where to be, when to be there, who to speak to, what we talk about—the list goes on. I don’t know that I’ve made any decisions in my life without first being told I needed to make the decision and then told what the decision would be.”

“Well, okay then.”

“What? What’s that mean?” I asked, confused by the resigned tone his voice held.

“I was going to suggest something, but it won’t work.”

Licking my lips, I stared into his face, my heart racing like a runaway train, and asked, “What were you going to suggest?”

“Clearly we have chemistry?—”

I nearly fell off his lap laughing at him. “Clearly,” I parroted.

“Shut up, brat.”

I pretended to zip my lips while fighting not to smile.

He tried covering up the laugh with a deep put-upon sigh. “Thank you. As I said, we have chemistry.”

I nodded, biting down on my lips where they rolled into my mouth.