Page 3 of Naughty All the Way

He laughs. “You should try it.”

“No way would he do it,” Quinton says from the chair, his attention focused on the hockey game.

“More like no way wouldyoudo it,” I shoot back, giving him a pointed look.

“Hey, the ladies like their dark men thick,” he says, rubbing his hand over his not-that-thick belly. “Trust me, I don’t need to dance at bachelorette parties to get the goods.”

“You’re both pathetic,” I say. “I would have thought that our days of university were behind us.”

“Watch your tone, young man,” Axl says. “Unlike you, some of us didn’t have our lives completely mapped out with a five-year plan of world domination upon graduation.”

I raise my eyebrows. “I apologize for nothing.”

“That’s right, man,” Quinton says, holding out a fist.

I bump it and can’t stop myself from completing the steps: spreading my fingers wide while making the explosion sound, then wiggling them down, side to side, and up to my lips for a chef’s kiss finish.

“Yeah, that’s how we do it,” Quinton says, pursing his lips at me approvingly.

I roll my eyes. “Whatever.”

“I’ll bet you all of tonight’s money that you won’t do it,” Axl says.

“Are we still talking about this?” I ask.

Axl sits up and brushes his hands on his slacks. “You’ve got the body for it, and you said you needed money for the move, right?”

“You checking me out, Axl?” I joke.

“We’ve been roommates for almost five years, asshole. I can’t help but know what you look like,” he deadpans. “Come on. Do it.”

“No fucking way,” I say.

“Scared you can’t hack it?” Axl asks.

“No. I just don’t want to do it.”

“Do you have any idea how much I can make in a night?”

“Can’t be that much,” I quip.

He says the amount, and my jaw drops. “Seriously?”

He nods. “Seriously.”

“Then why are you still living with me and Quinton?”

“Because your boy’s got bills,” he drawls. “Besides, I like you two. What’s not to love about living with guys who cook and clean?”

“You havegotto learn how to cook,” I say. “It’s criminal.”

“Quit avoiding. If you do it, you can keep all the money we make tonight. I even have the perfect outfit.”

I consider it. How bad can it be? I’m comfortable enough with myself to do…whatever it is I have to do. “Is it like those Magic Mike movies?”

He laughs. “Unless you’ve got some secret dance moves buried in your back pocket, then no, this will not be like those Magic Mike movies.”

“Oh shit,” Quinton says. “You’re actually considering it.”

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