“Love,” I said carefully. “You told me you loved me, sucked me, my cock is still out for that matter, and now you want to take me dancing?” She shrugged and reached to put me in my britches before buttoning my fly. “Could have gone worse. I could have made you dance first.” She stood, brushed a hand over her hair and gave me a beaming smile. “How do I look?” “Magnificent.”
