Page 111 of Fake Out Hearts

“I’ll see you on the ice,” he says, deliberately extending his hand.

My heart skips in my chest as I realize it’s the same hand he just used to get me off. My arousal is still probably smeared on his fingers as he shakes hands with Shawn, and I bite back a wild grin as my cheeks flush.

I’m positive he did that on purpose, and although Shawn has no idea,I’mwell aware of the possessiveness of the gesture.

Shawn glares at my husband. “Oh, I’m looking forward to it.”

Theo smirks, seeming entirely unruffled by the slightly threatening tone of Shawn’s voice, then drops my ex’s hand and turns away from him as if he no longer exists. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and leads me away.

But as we approach the elevator, I can sense tension gathering in Theo’s body. He presses the call button for the elevator urgently, as if he’s in a hurry to get out of here all of a sudden.

“Is everything okay?” I ask as the elevator arrives and we step inside.

The doors close behind us as Theo hits the button to take us down to the lobby, and he turns to face me, his green eyes glinting.

He backs me up against the elevator wall, tilting my chin up as a heart-stopping smile spreads over his face.

“Everything is fine,” he says, his voice husky. “I just can’t wait to get home and fuck my wife.”

Butterflies explode in my stomach as his lips crash down on mine.

Chapter 34

Becca

It’s a good thing we’re in our home gym where no one is around to see, because even at the rate of three hundred thousand dollars for these private lessons, Theo is still a terrible dancer.

“Come on, come on, show me one more time. I’ll get it, I swear,” he insists. He’s sweating and red faced, but he seems determined, which I appreciate. So for what feels like at least the eighth time, I repeat the move, a simple step and spin maneuver. But when I face him again, he’s smirking at me.

“What’s so funny?”

Theo shrugs. “Nothing. I’m just appreciating the view.”

I slap his chest playfully, but he pulls me into him and spins me into a deep dip, making me yelp.

“What do you think of that move?” he asks as I’m still trying to get my bearings.

“No complaints.”

Theo lifts me back up and kisses me, and I can’t stop myself from giving into it. But before things get too heated, I pull away.

“You’re being a very bad student,” I tease, although I’m enjoying it as much as he is.

“Oh, you have no idea how bad I can be,” Theo says and smacks my ass. I scoff at him, and his devilish grin widens.

“Okay, in all seriousness, I think you’re tripping over your own two feet. You need to start with them more spread out. Shoulder width, like this.” I plant my feet just like I’m telling him.

“Trust me, princess, it isn’t my feet I’m tripping over.”

“Oh, trustme, it is.”

He tips his head back and laughs at that, then mimics my stance. “How does this look?”

“It’s a good enough start,” I say and walk around behind him to examine. I tap the back of his knees with my hand. “But you need to loosen up here. It’s part of what’s making you so wooden.”

“I’d prefer it ifyouwere making me wooden,” Theo jokes, so I tickle him.

He bursts out laughing, ducking out of my reach. I lunge for his ribs again, but he catches my wrists and pulls me into him. He wasn’t kidding about getting wood—I can feel his semi-hard cock against my stomach, and it makes my blood rush.

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