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His hands ski her breasts before sliding back down and between her thighs

Oh, baby, he had talented fingers

“Okay, but first I have to ask”

Heart racing, desire curling in her belly and need clawing its way through her systeed

“Fine Ask fast, though”

Unfortunately, though, he apparently couldn’t ask and play at the sa heat to her waist

Dammit

“You’re up there on stage Dancing Alers watch you each week”

Desire forgotten, Lara tensed Was he seriously going to pull out the judgment card? Now? Her knee twitched as it calculated the distance to his groin

“Isn’t that hat heavy as hell?” he finally asked

“What?”

“You’re so graceful up there You swerve, you sway, you kick and hop and dance all over But you’re wearing that big-ass hat Isn’t it heavy?”

Lara blinked

That was it?

The relief pouring through her was alash to make her want to cry

No judgment

No pithy criticisers alike

Nobody, ever in her life, had simply accepted her like that

Lara didn’t knohat to think, what to do

She al how much his opinion meant, and she wasn’t stupid

So she went for light and easy instead, figuring she’d show her gratitude in a silent, easily-misinterpreted-as-lust kind of way

“Most of ht and twelve pounds,” she told hi her head to one side, then the other as if balancing a hat