I look up when I hear my name from across the gym. Even raised to be heard over the noise on the floor, her voice is sexy, smooth, and hits me straight in the dick every damn time. A smile takes over my face as I watch Frankie walk toward the ring where I’ve been working on some boxing moves with Mav and Sonny. Her lips tilted up in an irresistible grin, eyes on me—all over me actually—as they sweep down my body before landing back on my face. My girl is checking me out. I glance away when I hear some fucking asshole let out a wolf whistle. I scan the gym floor to see whose ass I’m kicking. Or I guess whose ass I’m kicking first, since most of the eyes in the gym are on her. The sway of her hips under the little black skirt she has on is sexy as sin. The clicking of her heels on the wooden makeshift steps brings my attention back to her.
“Hello, my Loves,” she says before leaning against the ropes and pinning me with her blues. “Deacon, do you have a minute? I need you.”
I can’t help the wicked grin as I saunter over to her.
“Oh yeah, you need me, Princess? I thought I took care of you this morning,” I tease in a suggestive tone. “I’m more than happy to do it again, especially if you do that thing ag—”
“Deacon!” Exasperated and pink with embarrassment, she just shakes her head and starts to walk away.
My brothers try to cover up their laughter and groans as I duck in between the ropes and shoot them a smug smile.
“Frankie, I was playing, wait up!” I yell as I jog to catch her.
I’m able to snag her around the waist and swing her into me before she makes it too far. Pulling her close, I smile as her hands automatically land on my chest and glide up to rest on my shoulders. I’ve embarrassed her, but I’m not sure if she’s pissy about it or what, so I wait her out. I have my answer when she slaps my bare skin hard enough to leave a mark.
“I don’t want your brothers knowing about what we’re doing in the bedroom, you ass! It’s awkward,” she says, her nose scrunched up in mild disgust.
All I can do is smile at how fucking silly she’s being. Especially when she’s pissy. Leaning down to whisper in her ear, my smile only gets bigger, along with my cock, when I feel her shiver as my lips graze over the delicate shell.
“Awww, Princess, no worries, yeah? They won’t say anything. Besides, we weren’t in the bedroom this morning when I was making you come all over my face, were we?” Nipping her lobe I straighten. Slapping her ass, I lean back so that my now rock hard cock is pressed into her softness. I can see into her flushed faced, eyes cloudy with desire instead of the aggravation of a moment ago.
“Now tell me what you need, baby, and it’s yours.”
Clearing her throat, she looks at me a little dazed.
“I need your help with a routine. Cristiano isn’t here this afternoon and the couple will be here so that I can teach it to them for their wedding.”
Jaw set at the mention of that fucking asshole, I just nod and follow her as she turns into her studio. Going over to the cabinet in the corner, I pull out a Frankie’s Place T-shirt and pull it on as she messes with the music. Once she finds what she’s looking for, Frankie walks to the other side of the room to where her duffel bag sits.
“Okay, so the couple has chosen to not do any specific style of dance, so I’ve been winging it, but it’s kind of hard to do by myself,” she says laughing as she rummages through her bag.
I walk over and lean against the wall next to her, watching as she slips out of one pair of fuck-me heels pulling out an even sexier pair. Indicating with a lift of my chin, I ask, “So what’s with the wardrobe change? Not that I’m complaining. You know how I love your fucking shoes, especially when that’s all you’re wearing.” She lets out a little laugh when I just smile and wink.
Dropping down to one knee and pulling her foot onto my thigh, I give her the nude heel that she took off, take the black strappy one that she hands me, and slip it on her. When I’m finished, I lean forward and place a kiss on the inside of her knee. The sight and feel of her tiny feet on me are doing nothing for my raging hard on straining to be freed. I set her foot down and reach for the other. Her soft sigh and half moan as I drag my palm down to cup her heel aren’t helping either. Once that shoe is on, I run my hands up the backs of her legs over her thighs and under her skirt until I have a handful of perfect fucking ass. I give her cheeks a firm squeeze as I pull her closer almost causing her to fall into me.
I ask again, “Why the different shoes?” Kneading her flesh, struggling with my need to lay her out right here and turn her ass pink, I concentrate on her face instead, only to realize that it isn’t any less of a distraction than her ass is.
“You’re much taller than Cristiano, so I need taller heels,” she says breathlessly, running her fingers through my hair. My hands on her clearly affecting her as much as me.
“Damn right I am.” It comes out as a low rumble. I’m not sure why that matters, but it does. Just proves that I’m bigger and badder than the tiny dancer, I guess. Laughing at my own joke, my smile falls away when she steps out of my hold, giving my hair a little tug.
“As much as I would really love to know what that smug smile is all about and think about how I have a place for that crazy talented mouth, I need to get this choreography knocked out.”
“Ahhh, you’re no fun, Frankie. I bet it’ll help get your creative juices flowing.” I waggle my eyebrows at her and try not to laugh.
“Marone, you’re killing me,” she says, shaking her head and her ass as she walks to the center of the room, crooking her finger at me to join her.
“You know how hard it makes me when you start talking to me in Italian, Princess…it all sounds dirty.” Toe to toe with her now, I look down at her and pray she keeps talking.
On her tiptoes, arms slung around my neck, she whispers in my ear, “You know damn well if I started talking dirty we would never get this done. You’d have me up against the wall before I got a whole sentence out of my mouth, non è forse vero?” She places a kiss against my jaw before putting her lips to my ear again. “Tu mi avresti già alzato la gonna e me lo avresti infilato dentro la figa.”
I groan low in my throat, my cock is now hard as stone and nudging her in the belly as she nips my lobe and laughs seductively. Frankie slaps my ass and leaves me standing there empty handed, wondering what kind of dirty she just laid on me, while she goes and puts the music on. Like nothing even happened.
“You’re mean—you know that, right?” I call after her, adjusting myself.
Her smile is all innocence, my eyes travel over her, but her body is pure sin. Put out, I sigh deeply and accept my fate. “Let’s get this done so I can take you home and do filthy shit to you,” I tell her, winking.
“How well you follow my directions now will be how well I follow your directions later,” Frankie says saucily. She’s trying to kill me, I know she is.
“I’ll be the best damn student you’ve ever had, Miss De Rosa. Especially if it means I get to dirty up the teacher later.”
That gets a breathless laugh out of her.
“Okay, Hitman, time to behave. Do you think that you can follow my lead? I just need to go through the motions with someone to be sure I have it.” Her brows are raised in question and I nod in agreement. “Perfect.” My arms open to allow her to step in and I try to remember what she taught me all those years ago and place my hand at the center of her back, taking her much smaller and softer hand with my other. “Good. I’ll count it out and you just follow, okay?”
Softly she starts counting, and I let her lead me around the studio before I get the feel for it and take the lead, making her smile up at me. I move her in time with the music the way she had. The sensual way her body rubs against me makes me want to pin her to the wall, but I restrain myself, barely, and enjoy the way she feels in my arms. Just like our Mizpah charms, our bodies fit each other—her softness to my steel, curves to cuts—we were built for one another.
The music fills the room. “This that ginger dude?” I ask, not missing a step as the tempo changes.
She looks up at me and laughs. “Yes, it’s Ed Sheeran. He’s good, right?”
I grunt in agreement which causes her to try pinching me, to no avail. “That’s what I call zero percent body fat, baby.” Her eyes roll skyward making me smile. She’s so easy to tease. “This is just like when we were younger, huh, Frankie?” Some of my best memories are of her and I dancing, just like we are now. It helped us both. A lot of my fluidity, balance, and quick feet are because of the hours I spent working on routines for her competitions.
“Mmmm hmmm. I remember, Deac. You used to bitch and moan that all the guys were going to think that you were a pussy too.” I can hear the smile in her voice. “I had to constantly remind you that my dad and yours said it was important for a fighter to be graceful, to float around the cage. That they wouldn’t think you were such a pussy when you were winning because of the moves I taught you,” she recounts in her saucy tone.
It’s true, all of it. I’d been worried at first, but then none of it mattered because I got to spend hours with my hands all over Frankie.
Mouth open to tell her just how much of I pussy I’m not, we’re interrupted by a knock on the door. We break apart as a young couple comes in. Aware that my time alone with her is up, I lean down and whisper, “Just remember what you said earlier. I’m gonna enjoy dirtying you up tonight, teach.” At her gasp, I throw her a sexy smirk and stroll out, waving at the soon to be newlyweds.
“You’re in great hands, you two—trust me.” A stern look for the groom and a wink at the now blushing bride and I saunter out whistling, thinking about the filthy things I’m going to do to my girl to make her blush like that.