“Not my fault he likes me more.” Emmie stood, wiping the dirt off her leggings while shooting me a smirk.
I didn’t reply. Instead, I brought my hand to the side of her face and pulled her into a kiss. She instantly melted against my lips, hands resting on my chest.
“Hi,” I said when I pulled away.
“Hi,” she breathed.
Tucker shoved his way between us, clearly unimpressed with being ignored. Emmie laughed, running a hand over his head before rising onto her toes to kiss me again, soft and quick. She pulled back before I could deepen it. Staying in the parking lot to make out sounded like a much better idea than my original one.
“So, what's the plan for today?”
Knowing the parking lot dream was not going to happen, I inwardly sighed. The three of us headed toward the building, Tucker walking between us.
“You brought me into the figure skating world, so I thought why not bring you into mine as well.”
A smile broke out across her face. “Sounds perfect. But should I be worried?” she asked. “Is this where you try to impress me with your football skills?”
“I don’t need to impress you, you’ve already seen my amazing skills firsthand.”
“Uh, huh.” Emmie rolled her eyes. “But just know…I’m a quick learner. In no time, I’ll be kicking your ass.”
“I mean, you do seem to have a fetish for my ass,” I mused.
Emmie stopped walking and turned to face me with wide eyes. “I do not.”
“Yes, you do. You stare at it every time I walk past. Like you want to take a bite out of it.” It wasn’t a lie either. I felt and caught her staring countless times.
My new favorite pastime was teasing Emmie—watching the way she blushed and the way her lips pinched together when she tried to hold back a retort.
“Like you don’t stare at my ass,” she shot back.
“Oh, I do. I constantly want to grab it.” I shrugged. This wasn’t new news. “But feel free to grab mine anytime you want, Emmie baby. I’ll be your piece of meat any day.”
“You’re insufferable,” Emmie muttered, marching ahead of us toward the doors. She wouldn’t get far without the key, but it was cute to see her stomp off. And yes, I stared at her ass the entire time.
Laughing under my breath, I trailed behind her, Tucker happily trotting at our heels. Emmie stopped at the door, arms crossed and waiting expectantly for me to open it. I leaned past her, pressing the keycard to the reader until thelock clicked. The moment she pulled the door open and stepped through, I couldn’t resist. I reached out and smacked her ass, the sharp sound echoing down the empty hallway.
She yelped, spinning around to slap my chest in retaliation.
“Mateo!” She shook her head. “In front of Tucker, too. You’re teaching him bad things as a doggy dad.”
“What? It wasn’t me.” I playfully looked around like it wasn’t just the two of us.
“Just you wait. I’ll get my revenge.” Her attempt at intimidation was adorable.
“I look forward to it.”
Emmie huffed, continuing down the hallway. With it just being us, I let Tucker off his leash so he could roam the hallway. His head dipped low, ears grazing the floor as he sniffed every nook and cranny.
“You know,” I called out to her, “if you’re into butt stuff you can just tell me. I won’t judge.”
Emmie turned around, walking backward so she could face me. “With all this butt talk, I’m starting to think it'syouwho’s into it.”
My tennis shoes slapped against the flooring, Tucker’s nails clicking as he trotted ahead of us and sniffed around.
“And if I was?” I asked.
“You want me to peg you? Wow, this is a new side to you.” She raised an eyebrow, a grin playing at the corner of her lips.
