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He snorted. “That doesn’t compare to what you just did to my cock.” Raising a brow, he shot me an impressed look. “You’re kind of upstaging me here, kitten. I’ll have to up my game next time.”
My mouth tipped up into a smirk as I shrugged, then repeated his words from the other night. “We’ll see, won’t we?”
His smile widened. “Guess we will.” His gaze dropped to my mouth. Once again, he started leaning down to kiss me, but abruptly paused and lifted his head. “What’s that noise?”
“Huh?” I went quiet to listen, then finally noticed the sound of muffled voices coming from my garage. “Oh. I was listening to a podcast while I was running. Guess I forgot to hit pause before answering the door.”
I didn’t add that I’d tripped and almost flown off the back of the treadmill when he knocked, because I’d been so eager. Hoping it was him.
“What podcast?” Dan asked with interest as he followed me into the kitchen.
“This supernatural true crime one.” I opened the door to the garage. “It’s really interesting. Me and Nev have been listening to it since they started.”
“Okay, I’ll shut up now,” Edgar, the host, was saying as I walked over to the treadmill. “Your turn. What have you got for us this week, Mer?”
“Okay, listen, Ed, I really hope everyone doesn’t get sick of me talking about these guys…”
“Uh oh.” Edgar chuckled. “Does that mean we’re revisiting our favourite creepy duo?”
“Look, they’re just so weird. And a listener messaged me after last week’s episode on the Hot Dog Hooligans and told me to look into a pair who popped up in Colorado around 2010 and called themselves—get this—Weenie and the Tea Leaf.”
“What?” Edgar spluttered with laughter as I reached for my phone. “That’s got to be the—”
“Did she just say Weenie?” Dan asked as I hit pause and the podcast abruptly cut off. “Weenie and the Tea Leaf? And Hot Dog Hooligans? I thought you said this was a true crime podcast.”
I chuckled. “It is.”
Sliding my phone into my pocket, I turned to face him. He was staring down at me blankly.
“You’re telling me there’s a criminal out there notorious enough to be featured on a podcast who’s called Weenie,” he said in a flat voice. “Weenie and the Tea Leaf.”
I snorted with laughter. “Seems to be that particular duo’s branding. I think ‘tea leaf’ is Cockney rhyming slang for thief.”
Dan shot me an impressed look. “How’d you know that?”
I shrugged, willing myself not to blush. I definitely wasn’t going to tell him that I’d once played a British doorman in a Humandatory campaign and spent way more time than I should’ve learning a buttload of Cockney rhyming slang for it. My friends had all cried with laughter at my atrocious East London accent and begged me to keep doing it.
Dan reached up to lightly pinch my chin and grinned at me. “You’re cute, kitten. But I don’t get how you can listen to that depressing true crime stuff. Weird way to spend your spare time, in my opinion.”
“Weird?” I burst out laughing. “Says the guy who takes his head off to suck his own dick in his spare time.”
His grin widened and grew a little dirty. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t if you could.”
I huffed, shoving my hands in my pockets, but admitted in a grumble, “I mean, yeah, I obviously would.”
Chuckling, he stepped back and mirrored my pose, slipping his hands into his pockets as he nodded at the treadmill. “Well, I guess I’ll let you get back to your run.”
I definitely wasn’t getting back on the treadmill after this, but I nodded and followed him to the door. “You’re performing tomorrow, right?”
He sighed. “Yeah, and Friday and Sunday.” Glancing back as we made our way through the kitchen and into the hall, he gave me a tiny smile. “Might be too worn out to come over for the next few days, kitten.”
My gut sank with disappointment, but I didn’t show it. “Okay.”
He stopped at the front door and turned, reaching out to snag my hand and drag me closer. My belly swooped at the feel of his strong fingers threading through mine. He ducked his head to kiss me, wrapping an arm around my back, his hand drifting down to squeeze my ass.
Yeah, he definitely really liked kissing me.
He definitely also really liked my ass.
