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I had to admit, the way she described it made me want to kill the imaginary man right fucking now. However, her bringing up this discussion gave me the chance to offer her the position as I'd originally intended, so I’d let that slide—for now.
“What if I were to ask you to dance with me instead?” I asked as I pulled myself over the back of the couch and gently lowered myself down between her thighs—which she always spread so willingly for me. My hips pressed up against hers as I framed her head with my forearms.
“What about the woman who does it now?”
“What about her?” I shrugged without a care as I drew small circles around the tip of her nose with mine.
It would take nothing more than a simple phone call to fire the dancer, and I’d do it right this very second. I didn’t need her—what I needed was for my sweet girl to sayyes.
“I just—isn’t she—how can you—” Bria stammered before sucking on her bottom lip as her eyes narrowed on me. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Why wouldn’t it be? We fuck,we’re married. What better pair to perform the most intimate performance of the show than us?” I ground my hips against hers, letting my wife get a good feel of just how hard I was for her. “Just say yes, sweet girl. Do this with me, even if it’s just for one show.”
Our eyes reconnected, and I could feel Bria’s gaze intently searching mine, looking for any hint of ulterior motive—a reason for her to refuse.
She wouldn’t find one.
Aside from what I did for a living, my intentions were as pure as they could possibly be for the kind of man I was.
Bria was the exception to everything I once stood for, and I would do whatever it took to keep her happy and make her fall for me—just as I had already fallen for her.
Chapter 23
Bria
Ishouldbedrivingto Phoenix right now, but for some reason—one that I couldn’t justify, even if I tried—I’ve found myself sitting in the Red Magic theater—one last rehearsal away from my debut performance in the show.
It felt like a heavy blow to the heart—having to text Asher and advise her that I wouldn’t return as planned this weekend. Her rapid response and quick approval, however, actually surprised the hell out of me.
She didn’t poke and prod about why I wanted to stay, and she didn’t even try to convince me to change my mind either. It was strange, to say the least.
I owed that girl so much once this was all over.
She’ll be why we earned that regional win—not me, not anymore.
Theintimate rehearsals with Dallas had rekindled my passionate spirit—breathing life back into a part of me that I thought had died long ago.
After rehearsing day and night for the past week, I discovered a new sense of self, driven by the way he moved and his ability to read my body so fluently…
Clearly, this marriage wasn’t just for convenience anymore—his or mine.
“That’s the last of the dancers out for the day. The theater is locked up and all ours until morning.” Dallas spoke as he entered the main room, rubbing his hands together with a charming smile that made me melt into the loveseat I had been sitting on as I awaited his return.
This reaction was nothing new—he always did things to my body, and now that I was accepting the effect he had on me, everything felt far more intense than before.
Dallas didn’t just leave me breathless when he entered the room; he left me winded—the air sucked from my lungs entirely.
“What’s that look for?” Dallas huffed in question, arching his brow as he stopped just short of the stage.
“Nothing.” I shook my head with discreet denial, pulling myself out of my lust-filled haze and clearing my throat as I stood. “We’re doing this one for real this time, right? Water and all?” I asked, my tone slightly tremulous.Why was I suddenly so nervous?
“Yes, now that you know the whole routine, we need to practice with water so you can understand how the movements flow and trust me to guide your body as you slide across the pool.”
Dallas was the one who suggested practicing dry first, fully aware of just how slippery the stage got once the water element was added.
I was surprised—to say the least—that he wouldn’t have wanted me drenched head to toe from day one—any excuse to see me soaked.
The moves were simple enough, very skin-to-skin, and every bit romantic. However, adding the additional sliding technique across the stage made everything far more complicated.
