Dance Off
It was in the heat of the dance off—in the middle of one of his own moves no less—that Jimmy Junior caught Tina's eye and held up his hands suggestively. She said she wanted nasty, after all.
Tina felt her heart stop for a split second. The way he was looking at her, smirking, one eyebrow slightly raised, and the way he cupped his hands. She'd written enough erotic friend fiction to know what he was getting at. Suddenly she was thinking about what those hands would feel like on her breasts, caressing and squeezing both simultaneously. How he'd roll her nipples under his thumbs. How he'd hitch his leg over her hip. How he'd wear that smirk the entire time.
Damn, did the heat just kick on in this gym?
She held his gaze until Josh pushed forward with his next dance move. Then the moment was over, leaving her feeling weak in the knees and all-over flushed.
It was true that she couldn't choose. She wanted them both that night. But in the days and weeks that followed the incident, Tina found herself thinking back more and more to that particular moment. Jimmy Junior with his hands held out, that prurient glint in his eyes, that evocative smirk on his face. She vowed to herself that one day she would get him to look at her like that again.