Free Taming Chloe Summers (Grover Beach Team #7) by Anna Katmore Page A

wasn’t made for dancing, then I don’t know whose is.
    “Are you staring at my legs?”
    Ripped out of my thoughts by Chloe’s sharp comment, I lift my gaze to hers in surprise. “Hm, what?”
    “You were staring at my legs,” she growls again.
    My heart beats a little faster. “No, I wasn’t.”
    Suddenly, she starts to laugh. “Oh, you so were!”
    “Was not,” I grumble and rub my neck, keeping my wayward gaze on the uncoordinated group of dancing girls.
    When Chloe makes a foreboding hmm sound a few seconds later, she involuntarily drags my attention back to her. Her lips are curled in contemplation. “Stretching, you said, huh?”
    I don’t understand the mischievous spark in her eyes. And that smirk of hers just doesn’t bode well.
    “Let’s stretch then.” Getting up from the table, she steps down from the bench. When she takes up position in front of the girls, all their faces instantly light up with hope. I remain seated and wonder what’s coming next. “Change of plans,” she tells them. “No more freestyle. We’re going to stretch a little now to warm our muscles”—she angles her head to cast me a salacious look over her shoulder—“and get flexible.”
    Eyes narrowed, I blink. What is she up to?
    Facing the girls again with her back to me, she bends forward, her legs placed in a wide A . Knees straight, her upper body goes down and down…and down. Suddenly all I can concentrate on are the black hot pants molding around her extremely sexy butt, which she shows in my direction. The view makes my throat dry out like an African lake in the dry season. I swallow hard, but it doesn’t help much. Chloe’s slim, tanned legs seem to stretch on forever, until they end in her black Nikes, which she has her hands on right now.
    Flexible? Oh, man. What would I give to run my fingers from her ankles over that flawless skin up to her bottom—and squeeze. In fact, I’ve been dreaming of it for years, just not any time recently.
    The way she’s bent down, her black top is sliding up her body, revealing a tasty swatch of skin on her perfect stomach, but it’s tight enough to stop before exposing her breasts, too. Maybe I should thank God for that, because if it wasn’t, I might be in trouble right now. Or am I in trouble already? Uncomfortable all of a sudden, I shift on the table, leaning forward and bracing my elbows on my knees. Jesus Christ, that view! I know people who would pay money for it.
    It takes a while for me to notice that I’ve actually zoned out. When I get a grip again, I spot Chloe’s head between her ankles, her long, dark hair pooling at the ground. She stares at me with a grin on her face, and when she knows she has all of my attention, she quickly sticks out her tongue.
    Touché.
    I hang my head and laugh. How exactly did that happen to me?
    “All right!” Chloe claps her hands, making me look up even though she’s speaking to the girls. “Next, clasp your hands behind your back and move them up as far as you can, keeping your elbows straight.” She turns around, so the kids can see what she’s doing behind her back. The problem with this is, now her front is facing me, and when she moves her arms up behind her back, her boobs stick out provocatively. The more she stretches her shoulders, the farther those puppies push forward and her stomach flattens inward. Her tee is riding up once again, but only a little, exposing just a thin strip of skin between the hem and her shorts this time.
    It’s enough to make my mouth water.
    Biting my bottom lip, I struggle to suppress a smirk, because now it’s totally obvious why she took my advice to stretch. She knew very well the effect it would have on me. The little witch!
    “Are you all right there, Justin?” she asks with such sweetness in her voice that it’s actually ridiculous. Or maybe my reaction to her teasing is.
    “Yep, I’m totally fine,” I reply, playing her game, but my husky voice betrays me.
    Her eyes