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“You’re going to get fired or something.” I groan into his shoulder.
He moves back half a step, forcing me to pull my head back and look up at him. “They aren’t going to fire me because I danced… With my future wife... On the dance floor… That they provided…” He lets his words trail off and I playfully smack his shoulder.
“Okay, fine. I’m being ridiculous, but I just don’t want to be the reason you get into trouble.” My voice lowers as his hand comes back to my lower back and he guides me off the dance floor.
“But you like getting in troublebyme? Just so I’m clear.” He smirks.
“Shut up.” I grumble, but my cheeks heat and electricity zaps in my core all the same.
He discreetly pinches the top of my ass. “Don’t be a brat, Elena.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I tell him in a seductive tone as I flutter my eyes at him and watch as he bites his lip hard to stave off a groan. Iknowhe likes that a little more than he’d care to admit. While it’s not personally my thing, I’ll use it to turn him on at inappropriate times.
“You’ll pay for that, Boo.” He growls out quietly.
“Counting on it, Monster.” I wink at him as I saunter over to Flynn. Leaving him behind to check out my ass. I sway a little more dramatically than usual just to drive him even more mad.
“Damn, Ellie. That was brutal.” Flynn smirks before throwing his arm over my shoulder and handing me a whiskey glass.
My nose scrunches up, “I’m not drinking that shit, Flynn.”
He puts his fingers to the bottom of the glass and lifts it until the smell of apple juice hits my nose. “Your levels are low. Drink.” He commands with no room to argue. “How do you not feel like shitwhen they drop like this.” Flynn shakes his head in annoyance as Sully pushes his arm off of me before looking at Flynn with a raised brow. “Sugar’s fifty-two.”
“What the hell, Elle. You can’t tell me that you can’t tell when it gets that low.” Worry is threaded through his voice, and tension settles into his stance.
“I figured it was off, but I didn’t know it was that low. It’s fine. Flynn caught it and now it’s going to come back up.” I try to brush it off. Their worry can be suffocating sometimes.
“And if he wouldn’t have caught it?” Sully challenges.
“Then I guess we were going to let the bodies hit the floor like Drowning Pool.” I shrug and smirk, but neither of the twins looks amused.
Oh well, they’ll get over it. I cannot wait to get this pump so I hopefully won't have to worry about this as much. I have just a month until the trials, and then just three months after that is the games. Regardless of how the next four months go, I’m done after August. My body’s been transformed over the years to exactly what it needs to be to be able to take the abuse that I’ve put it through. The way I contort and toss my body around defies the basic laws of gravity. All for the passion of the sport and that medal to be placed around my neck.
“That’s not even almost funny, Elle.” Sully scowls so intensely that I want to reach my hand up and smooth out the frown lines creasing his handsome face.
Before I can respond, the MC comes over the mic to tell everyone to find their seats. Sully leads me to our table and pulls out my seat. We’re seated with his crew, their dates or spouses, and Flynn. Flynn typically doesn’t come to this stuff, but since Sully is getting an award, he’s here.
Gentlemen in the streets, Monster in the sheets.I laugh to myself at my own joke while he gets seated beside me.
His lips meet my ear, “what’s so funny, baby girl?” The bass in his voice skates down my body and settles into my core.
“Nothing really. Just you being a gentleman in public, but the farthest thing from it at home.” He pulls away, looking shocked and chastised.
“Take that back. I’m such a gentleman at home.” He scoffs.
“Yeah. The way you tie me up is so gentlemanly. My bad.” I roll my eyes.
His voice lowers when he responds, “Roll your eyes at me again, and I’ll spank your ass in the bathroom.”
Before I can respond, the fire commissioner takes the stage. Sully grips my upper thigh as our attention turns to the stage. As he talks about the different stations and their accomplishments over the past year, Sully’s fingertips start gently stroking the inside of my upper thigh. I’m so distracted by his fingers inching higher and higher that I don’t even realize the speaker has changed until Sully’s hand stops moving.
The chief of his station is standing at the podium while he talks about the importance of the firefighter of the year award. “This is an award that’s given to a firefighter that has gone above and beyond in their commitment, dedication, and bravery in protecting the lives and property of Temple Valley. This year's firefighter of the year has shown his impeccable leadership ability on calls and at the station on every shift. From small fender benders all the way to just a few months ago when he rescued a four year old who had wandered away from home. This firefighter keeps his head level and his team in check no matter the call. It’s with great honor that I present this award to Lieutenant Sullivan Byrne.”
The room erupts in cheers and applause as Sully stands. The tips of his ears redden as he walks onto the stage to accept his award. I cannot describe the pride in my chest as I watch this man,my man,be recognized for how amazing he is. The smile doesn’t leave my face the rest of the night.
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Sul has been on his best behavior all night. Well, as much as I’m sure he’s willing to be, but after hours of my subtle teasing, he grabs me by the arm and sneaks us out of the ballroom and into what appears to be someone’s office.
