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heavily and bowed his head. Looked as if he was taking deep breathes.
    “Understood. Please, don’t drive like that again.”
    “Alright, Dax.”
    “Okay.”
    He seemed to be shaking whatever hostility he felt. He raised his head back up, and smiled at me. It was a really nice smile. Okay, better than nice. It was totally swoon-worthy. There were like hundreds of tiny little fireflies skirting around in my stomach.
    “So. I need your number.”
    I couldn’t help it. I started laughing. “You need my number?”
    “That’s what friends do. Exchange numbers. Or would you rather me give you mine. That’s fine. Here, gimme your phone.”
    I liked his take charge attitude. Most of the time. Throughout the night, it sometimes got irritating, but I didn’t really mind it. I took out my iPhone and swiped it open before tapping the contacts app.
    I gave it to him and after a few moments, I heard Buckcherry’s “Crazy Bitch” ringtone.
    “Fitting, huh?”
    “Ha. I’ll change it.” He seemed embarrassed that he had that as his ringtone. So I did something he would never have expected so he didn’t have to worry about feeling self-conscious. As if he ever could.
    I sang the chorus line.
    My voice was good, (no modesty, just truth) and I did a little shimmy, so I could make him get over his embarrassment.
    His face went from mortification to fascination.
    “Whoa. My dick is so fucking hard right now.”
    God! He had a thing about being open and totally free-rein with his body’s reactions. I started laughing hard and not a minute later a snort came out.
    That made him laugh right with me.
    “Shut up. You shouldn’t say stuff like that. And don’t laugh at my snort!”
    “Five. Don’t say the word ‘fuck’ in front of me. That was so damn hot. Do you like Buckcherry and hard rock? Didn’t picture you as the type. Also, I can’t help it, I’ve never actually heard someone snort before. It was cute. I like it. It brightens up your entire face when you laugh like that.”
    “Whatever. And not necessarily, but I had a phase in high school. I know all the words to that song. Want me to sing it for you?”
    “No, please.” He was bowling over with laughter. “I wouldn’t survive you singing that song. Please. You saying ‘fuck’ is going to kill me.”
    Laughing, I brushed my hair behind my ears, then said, “Maybe that’s my master plan.”
    He reached his hands back to cup his neck, which puffed out his chest. The shirt he was wearing lifted and a span of steel hard flesh greeted me. He was really so easy to look at. It was totally hypocritical of me, but I wanted to just smooth my hand right over his muscles.
    “Nah. You couldn’t hurt a fly.”’
    I rolled my eyes, “Whatever, Dax. You have no idea what I’m capable of.”
    “Yet, anyway. And you broke number three, Pixie.”
    I shook my head with laughter. “What are you gonna do about it? Huh, Declan ?”
    “This, little Miss-Sassy-Pants. I’m gonna do this.”
    He bent down, reached around my knees and hefted me over his shoulder.
    “Hey!” I tapped his back saying, “Put me down, you caveman!”
    “Me-man. You-woman. Roll-eyes. Get-spanked.”
    “Get what?” I knew my voiced squeaked. Was he really going to-?
    He smacked my behind. It wasn’t a soft tap either but a full hand spanking. What I felt wasn’t pain though, it did sting, but only a little. I felt something stirring low in my belly.
    “You’re crazy!”
    “Spanked.”
    Then, he did it again.
    “Ah! Dax! Ugh! Declan Dax Dixon! Put me down!”
    I reached out and smacked him on his behind. Damn. His ass was just as firm as the rest of him. It wasn’t small either. It was…really nice.
    “Nuh-uh-uh! That deserves another.”
    Smack!
    I just laughed. I didn’t know how to feel right now. My vagina was reacting strangely to this pseudo-punishment. I didn’t know if I should like it or not.
    Neither one of us heard the door unlocking, opening and Nana leaning against the