“We could probably skip the warm-up today,” she said with a sweet giggle. “This was quite a workout.”
I laughed and cuddled her closer, burying my face in her dark, silky hair. “Maybe we should do it again and work on our flexibility.”
It was Lisa’s turn to laugh, and the warmth of her breath on my skin seeped into my bones, surrounding me with contentment. “I think you’ll need to feed me before I’ll have enough energy for that.”
“I’m assuming you’re referring to feeding you something other than my dick.”
She snorted and pinched the skin on my hip, making me chuckle.
“Okay, sweetheart,” I said as I reluctantly withdrew from her heat before planting a kiss on the tip of her nose. “How about eggs and bacon?” I winked at her and added, “I might even be bribed into making French toast.” It was her favorite breakfast, and I wasn't above using it to get what I wanted. “I learned how to make them when I spent a semester in France during college.”
Impressed, her eyes widened, and she licked her lips, but tried to play it off. “Oh?” she replied in a careless tone. “And just what would it take for me to earn this presumably amazing French toast?”
“I don’t know…” Pretending to think, I climbed out of bed, then clasped her wrist to help her up to her knees before dragging her to the edge of the bed and into my arms. “What is it worth to you?”
She narrowed her eyes and sniffed. “Just how do I know it’s worth anything?”
“Lucy and Lacey can attest to how delicious my cooking is.”
“Hmmm…well, if those two are backing you, how can I resist?”
“Whatcha gonna give me, baby?” I swung her up into my arms and started for the bathroom, reveling in the musical sound of her laughter.
“You mentioned feeding me something that wasn’t food…?” She trailed off, and my dick went rock hard. My knees nearly buckled at the image of her on her knees with her kiss-swollen lips wrapped around my dick. But I shook my head and reminded myself of the bigger picture.
“As tempting as that is—and believe me, it’s taking everything I have not to take you up on that offer—I had something else in mind.”
I reached the bathroom and set her on the counter, then caged her in with my arms on either side of her.
“Let’s hear it.”
“Stay with me this weekend. We can use the studio in the main house to practice.”
“There’s a dance studio here?”
I nodded. “Austin’s daughter wanted to learn, but he didn’t want her to have to deal with the paps outside her classes. So he built the space and hired someone to teach her and her friends here.” Austin Hayes was a Hollywood heartthrob. An incredibly successful actor with a gorgeous wife and adorable family. We’d met when he shadowed me a few years back because he was playing a wide receiver in his next film. We’d hit it off and been close ever since. So when I agreed to do Dance, Magic, Dance!, he’d offered me the use of his guesthouse.
“I’ll cook for you, and we can talk about where we’ll go from here.” I cradled her face in my palms and looked deeply into her eyes. “Because wherever it is, we’ll be going together.”
Lisa’s face lit up, and her eyes turned soft. “How do you always say the right things?”
I shrugged. “Making up for when I do dumbass things, I guess.”
She laughed, and her arms curled around my neck, hugging me briefly before she fused our mouths together.
Things started to heat fast, so I forced myself to let go and take a few steps back. “Food,” I croaked. “I’m going to draw you a bath and then go make breakfast.”
“You’re not going to take a bath with me?” She pouted, and I almost caved. “Your tight little pussy needs a break from my big cock, baby. Or you won’t be able to walk, much less perform on the show.” I frowned as I remembered the look of pain on her face when I’d roughly entered her, up against a damn wall. “I shouldn't have taken you again so soon after being so rough our first time.”
Lisa waved her hand carelessly. “I’m tougher than I look, Bucannon.” But when she hopped off the counter, she winced.
“I believe you,” I told her with a deadpan expression.
“Go make me breakfast,” she ordered with a dramatic huff.
“As you wish,” I murmured. Then I gave her a quick kiss before heading to the kitchen.
I walked out of the bathroom and went to put on a pair of pajama pants when I realized I needed to clean off my cock because it was still shiny with our come. And it hit me that I’d fucked Lisa without a condom. Three times.