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Authors: Anne Conley
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him on the spot here." Rachel reprimanded Sophia, looking at Sam, who had a mischievous glint to his ever-ready smile.
"I'm game if you are, Ms. Fairchild."
Good Lord . This guy wanted to dance with Rachel and their daughters to some top-forty teeny bopper music?
The girls squealed in delight, while Rachel programmed in the extra remotes, feeling a little stupid.
As if reading her mind, he looked at her and quirked an eyebrow. "There is some classic rock on that thing isn't there?" Rachel couldn't help herself. She burst into laughter, and he smiled at her, obviously pleased with himself.
"I think there might be some eighties stuff, but that's probably about as close as your gonna get, I'm afraid." Handing him a remote, they allowed the girls to position everybody in the pink bedroom that was too small for four people to be dancing in.
"Mom, you get to pick the first song, okay? We'll take turns."
"How many times do I have to dance?" Having previously sounded confident in his dancing skills, Sam's voice was now cautious.
"Don't worry, Dad. We'll go easy on you." Amanda had to stand on her tiptoes to pat her dad's shoulder patronizingly, and Rachel stifled a giggle at Sophia's obvious glee.
"Don't hold it in, Rachel. Guffaw all you want." Sam had seen her hide her mouth behind her hand and was smirking at her good-naturedly.
"Alright, Sam. But just so you know I'm good at this game. I hold no prisoners."
Sophia nodded. "She's right. She beats me all the time."
"Then this should be fun." Sam's voice had lowered in timbre, and Rachel felt a flush of heat crawl up her face as he openly perused her. She glanced at the girls, who were oblivious to the sexual tension sparkling around them, getting in place while Amanda picked out a song.
"Here's an old one for you, Dad." A cartoonish man wearing a purple leotard with a red cape came up on the screen and started gyrating his hips to the opening riffs of Rick Astley. Rachel jumped into the familiar dance routine, watching Sam out of the corner of her eye.
The man seemed to revel in his ridiculousness. It obviously wasn't his first time with the game. Amanda must have it at home as well, but as athletic as he was, he wasn't hitting the marks with the dancing. Rachel grinned widely, as he swung his hips off the beat and did disco moves that weren't on the screen, singing along with the song. He saw her watching him and threw in a suggestive body roll that made Rachel blush.
When Rick was finished, Sophia chose a song by One Direction that Rachel rocked at, putting the other three to shame. They each had a turn to choose a dance. Each song, Sam clowned while he sang in a warbling voice, earning giggles and laughs from the girls, Rachel included. There was something heart-warming about watching this extremely grown man trying to make the girls laugh. He was like an over-grown child, and Rachel could feel the fondness for him grow, much against her will.
As the dancing wound down, Rachel and Sam made their excuses and went into the kitchen, where Rachel breathed heavily while getting them some ice water. Sam had worked up a light sheen on his brow dancing in the tight confines of the room, which intensified his strong forehead and crystalline eyes. Rachel turned her back to him to fix the water and didn't notice when he sidled up behind her.
"That's always a great cardio workout." His voice in her ear made her jump, spilling water down the front of her shirt. She didn't turn around though. She just stood there, willing him to stop breathing on her neck. Instead, she took a deep breath in, and inhaled a musky man scent that almost buckled her knees.
She thrust the glass of water over her shoulder at Sam, who didn't take it. Instead, he put his hands on her waist and forced her to turn around and look at him. He pulled her closer, as he lowered his face toward hers. In spite of herself, she leaned toward Sam, her eyelids lowering, preparing for another kiss, at the same
"I'm game if you are, Ms. Fairchild."
Good Lord . This guy wanted to dance with Rachel and their daughters to some top-forty teeny bopper music?
The girls squealed in delight, while Rachel programmed in the extra remotes, feeling a little stupid.
As if reading her mind, he looked at her and quirked an eyebrow. "There is some classic rock on that thing isn't there?" Rachel couldn't help herself. She burst into laughter, and he smiled at her, obviously pleased with himself.
"I think there might be some eighties stuff, but that's probably about as close as your gonna get, I'm afraid." Handing him a remote, they allowed the girls to position everybody in the pink bedroom that was too small for four people to be dancing in.
"Mom, you get to pick the first song, okay? We'll take turns."
"How many times do I have to dance?" Having previously sounded confident in his dancing skills, Sam's voice was now cautious.
"Don't worry, Dad. We'll go easy on you." Amanda had to stand on her tiptoes to pat her dad's shoulder patronizingly, and Rachel stifled a giggle at Sophia's obvious glee.
"Don't hold it in, Rachel. Guffaw all you want." Sam had seen her hide her mouth behind her hand and was smirking at her good-naturedly.
"Alright, Sam. But just so you know I'm good at this game. I hold no prisoners."
Sophia nodded. "She's right. She beats me all the time."
"Then this should be fun." Sam's voice had lowered in timbre, and Rachel felt a flush of heat crawl up her face as he openly perused her. She glanced at the girls, who were oblivious to the sexual tension sparkling around them, getting in place while Amanda picked out a song.
"Here's an old one for you, Dad." A cartoonish man wearing a purple leotard with a red cape came up on the screen and started gyrating his hips to the opening riffs of Rick Astley. Rachel jumped into the familiar dance routine, watching Sam out of the corner of her eye.
The man seemed to revel in his ridiculousness. It obviously wasn't his first time with the game. Amanda must have it at home as well, but as athletic as he was, he wasn't hitting the marks with the dancing. Rachel grinned widely, as he swung his hips off the beat and did disco moves that weren't on the screen, singing along with the song. He saw her watching him and threw in a suggestive body roll that made Rachel blush.
When Rick was finished, Sophia chose a song by One Direction that Rachel rocked at, putting the other three to shame. They each had a turn to choose a dance. Each song, Sam clowned while he sang in a warbling voice, earning giggles and laughs from the girls, Rachel included. There was something heart-warming about watching this extremely grown man trying to make the girls laugh. He was like an over-grown child, and Rachel could feel the fondness for him grow, much against her will.
As the dancing wound down, Rachel and Sam made their excuses and went into the kitchen, where Rachel breathed heavily while getting them some ice water. Sam had worked up a light sheen on his brow dancing in the tight confines of the room, which intensified his strong forehead and crystalline eyes. Rachel turned her back to him to fix the water and didn't notice when he sidled up behind her.
"That's always a great cardio workout." His voice in her ear made her jump, spilling water down the front of her shirt. She didn't turn around though. She just stood there, willing him to stop breathing on her neck. Instead, she took a deep breath in, and inhaled a musky man scent that almost buckled her knees.
She thrust the glass of water over her shoulder at Sam, who didn't take it. Instead, he put his hands on her waist and forced her to turn around and look at him. He pulled her closer, as he lowered his face toward hers. In spite of herself, she leaned toward Sam, her eyelids lowering, preparing for another kiss, at the same
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