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“I was wondering if I could ask you for an individual session.”

Her eyes widen. “You just need a little extra practice?”

Actually, I picked up on the choreography pretty easily, if I do say so myself. I shake my head. “For the number Astrid and I are going to do.”

Now all of the tension that followed her since overhearing Beckett and Lawson’s exchange seems to melt away, and her smile is bright and genuine.

“She told me she doesn’t even know what song it is.”

“She knows it. She just doesn’t know I’ve chosen it.”

“Got it.” Then she asks, “Can you sing?”

I can, actually, but… “Does it matter?”

She grins. “No. No, it doesn’t.”

CHAPTER 25

ASTRID

I wantto have more sex with Declan. That is true no matter what else is going on.

But watching him at practice with the Revelers, breaking up the kerfuffle between Lawson and Beckett, and then having him pull Sutton aside for an individual lesson at the end of practice?

I am so turned on by him by the time all the players have left the arena that my debate over whether I should text him now or just jump him the minute we’re both at home is settled.

I can’t wait.

Can you come up to my office?

His return text only takes a few seconds, and my heart does a little extra pitter-patter, knowing that he’ll answer me right away.

Declan:Of course.

Declan:I’m going to shower off quickly, though.

I don’t really want to wait. I even debate the wisdom of joining him in the locker room.

But that’s a little too risky. Probably. No one else should be at the arena this time of day, but plenty of people have access to the building and come and go throughout the day, from players to Parks and Rec employees to vendors.

I feel a little thrill shoot through me at the idea of us having hot, quick, we-might-get-caught sex, but I tamp it down.

I have had a very hot fantasy of Declan and me. It involves his desk in his penthouse in Portland, but we can easily re-create that scene right here.

And my office door locks.

While I’m waiting, I pace my office, also debating whether I should change my clothes.

The full fantasy involves him in one of his suits and me in one of my lady-boss pant suits.

He also really likes my sundresses.

I don’t have a pantsuit here right now, since it’s a regular weekday and I don’t have any in-person meetings scheduled, but I also changed out of my sundress and into one of my more comfortable workout outfits while I was doing some yoga.

I’m even more motivated than usual to stay calm, relaxed, and flexible.

I giggle to myself at that thought.