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“You mean I’m going to love watching you up on stage doing improv? Sure, nowthatmight happen.”

“Come on, Broussard.”

“I’m not spontaneous. I don’t like spontaneous,” he spat the word like it was poisonous.

“But it’sfun. You sure seemed to enjoy being spontaneous in the bleachers the other night.”

He gave me a withering look, then glared up at the sign as if it had offended him.

Laughing, I pried his stiff arms away from his body and wrapped them around my waist. Then I laced my fingers at the nape of his neck and pressed my breasts to his chest. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Yeah?” His hands slid to bracket my waist, giving me a squeeze.

“If you get up on stage,” I told him, scraping my nails lightly on his nape, feeling him shiver, “I’ll let you do anything you want to me tonight.”

His irritated look grew dark, primal. His voice dropped. “That’s not fair.”

“I don’t play fair. You should know that about me right here and now.”

“I just spent three and a half hours under the scrutinizing eye of Peter. I don’t have the energy for this.”

“No? Then I guess you don’t have the energy to spank my ass before you fuck it tonight.”

He flinched, fingers digging into my waist. “Are you playing with me right now? Because if that is on the table...” His words drifted away, his pupils dilating at the prospect of what I’d suggested. I could already see him imagining what I’d just planted in his brain.

“It’s totally on the table.” My voice had gone a little breathy. Husky. Because I wasn’t totally unaffected by the idea myself. “But if you want to get in there, you’ve got to get up on stage for improv.”

He clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing at the wickedness of my offer.

I didn’t know Bennett would be so against doing improv, but it made sense. He liked being prepared for everything. I just wanted to break away from our everyday routine, cheer him up after arguing with his dad last weekend and what seemed to be nonstop stress from work.

Also, I was aware I’d been weird since he told me he loved me. I had deep feelings for this man, but how did you know when it was actually love? I mean, I admired him and I was obsessed with his body and what he did to me in bed. I shivered at the thought of letting him take my ass and the look he was giving me right now.

His hands coasted down to cup my ass and then squeeze. He closed his eyes and groaned. “You’re the devil.”

I pulled his head down so I could whisper, “Come have some fun with the devil, my angel.”

“Oh, I know it will be fun.”

“I was talking about the improv,” I laughed.

He hauled me closer, his hard dick pressing against my belly. “You can’t tease me and take that offer back later.”

I nodded, biting my lip. “I’ve always wanted to try it.”

Another couple walked past us, the laughter from inside growing louder then fading away as the door opened and closed. Neither of us cared that we were basically blocking the entrance while he cupped my ass territorially.

I couldn’t look away from Bennett anyway. I’d seen him look feral before, but it was nothing compared to how he looked at me now.

“You never have before?”

I shook my head. “I’ve played a little there during sex, but no, that’s the final frontier. Where no man has gone before.”

He clenched his jaw and blew out an angry breath. “I don’t even want to think about you and another guy.”

“Well, you asked.” I pinched the hairs at his nape and tugged. He hissed in a breath before I added, “I told you, I’m brutally honest. To a fault sometimes. So don’t ask me something you don’t want an answer to.”

“All I need to know is I’m going to be the first.” He glanced up at another couple passing us by, his hands sliding to my waist when he muttered under his breath. “And the last.”

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