“There’s only one kind of squatting one should do,” Liam said.
“And what’s that?” Chase asked, joining us suddenly and taking me by surprise.
He reached in for my hand, and a spark traveled up my arm.
“I was about to say that the only good squat is the one that lands one on a nice big…”
I pushed Liam’s shoulder gently. “Keep it clean. This is Chase’s mother’s birthday.”
Chase laughed. “Can I steal Ivy for a moment?”
Liam stepped away. “I’ve got to find that husband of mine before he falls into the cake. He’s not supposed to be having sugar.”
I turned to Chase. “Where are we going?”
“To dance.”
I frowned. “Dance? Like a waltz?”
Chase nodded and stretched out his arm, wearing a sultry grin that made my knees weak.
He led me back into the ballroom, where mainly older guests glided around making it look easy. The waltz was anything but.
On a pole or Freeform dancing while pretending to be a ballerina on crack was one thing, but delicate, graceful gliding was another.
“You better lead,” I said. “Because I’m not too good at this.”
He placed his hand around my waist, drawing me so close that our chests rubbed and his designer belt sat against my stomach.
I fell into a trance. My feet didn’t seem to touch the ground.
“You’re good at this,” I said as we floated along.
“That’s because you’re easy to lead.”
“I’m not normally,” I said.
He jerked his head back to look at me. “We are talking about dancing?”
“Mm… maybe.” I grinned.
“That’s why I like you. A lot.”
“A lot?” I asked.
“Why does that surprise you?”
“Well, we haven’t really spent much time talking.”
“No. We haven’t. But I’m happy to start now. If you like.”
I nuzzled into his warm neck. “Later.”
As we moved around in a dream, I felt his dick growing against my stomach.
“I haven’t shown you the rest of the house, have I?” he asked.
“No. The last time I was here, you dragged me into the study and fucked me against the wall.”
He grimaced. “I was impatient and ravenous in those days.”
“And now?” I asked.
