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She looked at me again, and I basked in the flicker of approval in her starlit eyes. A stadium full of admirers didn’t make me feel like she did.
“I can feel the excitement of game day in the football ones, and the warmth in the ones with your teammates and their families.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, and that significant something inside me expanded.
Electra’s opinion meant something to me because she did. It wasn’t a line. It was the truth. Even though she didn’t say anything back earlier, I knew what I felt wasn’t one-sided. She was fighting it, but why?
“You could do this professionally.” She carefully returned the photos to their tray and spun around.
“Not and continue to make the salary I do now.” I wrapped my arms around her, settling them just above the swell of her amazing ass.
“I’m not so sure.” Gazing up at me, she placed her delicate hands that wore no adornment on my chest. “I think they would do very well at the right gallery.”
“And I think you would do well dancing on a stage with a professional company in New York City.” My heart leaped beneath her touch.
“Maybe once upon a time.” Her brow knitted.
“Not once upon a time. Now,” I said, frustrated that she was in denial.
“No.” Her lips thinned as she pressed them together. “You don’t see the toll dancing has on me. I can manage short performances like the ones I do at the club pain-free, but I’m not up for the rigorous demands required of a professional dancer.”
She swallowed.
“On the other hand, there’s nothing stopping you from doing a showing focused on your photos. You already have the material. It would only be a matter of making a few phone calls to find a gallery.”
“I love football,” I said, but it was more than that. I trusted that I was good at it.
“I know you do.” She nodded once, the ends of her hair whispering seductively over my skin like her scarf had. “It’s there on your face when you play, and it shines in your eyes when you talk about it. But there’s passion in these photos too.” Her eyes glistened. “The family ones especially. I can feel their bonds, their love.”
“You can feel it because it’s real.” Because she missed her family. My own desire for one was there. It was my motivation and perspective. “It’s not difficult to capture something that’s already there.”
“No?” She tilted her head, giving that some consideration. “Well, maybe you’re right. I certainly don’t consider dancing difficult.”
“It’s an extension of who you are.”
“Yes.” She nodded. “As easy as breathing when it comes together just right.” Her eyes brightened. “Is that how you feel when you’re playing?”
“Definitely.” I grimaced. “It’s something I have to remember when I’m doing the other stuff that’s not so easy.”
“Such as?”
“The grueling training, the constant studying, the rehab after injuries, and the nonstop traveling during the season.”
“That’s where we differ.” She tapped my chest. “I don’t travel, and I don’t mind practice. I love choosing new songs, envisioning the choreography. It takes time, but it’s time that flies, and being onstage feels like a dream.”
“A dream you don’t want to wake from.”
“Yeah,” she said dryly. “With too much awareness, I have to face reality and acknowledge that being a stripper isn’t exactly my dream come true. It’s not winning a Super Bowl, for sure.”
“It took all of us to win,” I pointed out, though the team couldn’t have done it without me.
“You’re proud of your team.” Her hands slid higher, leaving heat in their wake. “Confident in your own abilities.” Her lips curving, she sifted her fingers through my hair. “Some might find it off-putting, but I find it ... you, incredibly sexy.”
Her. She was the sexy one.
“You onstage is sexy, and you here in my bedroom is off the charts.” I said the words, but I preferred to show her. Showing her, I couldn’t mess it up. Not with her being the other half of the equation.
Framing her pretty face, I captured her tasty mouth. I licked across the sweet seam, urging her to let me in. When her lips parted on a moan, I plunged my tongue inside, demonstrating with stroke after deep penetrating stroke that I desired her to the point of obsession, and further, that she was mine. She belonged to me.
