Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I need to calm down.
I wouldn’t mind watching Eden dance instead of returning to the rehearsal.
When an idea pops into my head, I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial Eden’s number. I’m hoping I can talk her into dancing for me tonight. I swear if she says yes, I’m sending everyone home.
“Hi,” she answers.
“Please come to the ballet company and dance.”
“What?”
“Come dance for me, Eden.”
“Ahh…I’m kinda busy right now.”
“I’ll wait.”
She’s quiet for so long that I check the phone’s screen to make sure she didn’t hang up on me.
“Aren’t you busy preparing for some kind of show?”
“Yes, but I can send everyone home.”
She’s quiet again, and it has me saying, “I’ll pay you. Name your price.”
“To dance? You’ve got some of the best ballerinas at your company. Why not ask one of them?”
“None of them are you.”
I hear her breathing then she says, “Fine. I’ll be there in an hour.”
I suck in a relieved breath when she agrees while a smile spreads over my face.
Eden hangs up, and I tuck the device into my pocket as I leave the office.
I head back to the auditorium so I can tell everyone to go home. I want this place emptied out as quickly as possible.
Sitting in the studio, I keep checking the time, which is fucking crawling by at a snail’s pace.
The moment Eden walks into the room, wearing her tight shorts and cropped shirt, relief floods my body again.
I switch off my phone and put it away while my eyes follow her every movement as she walks to the desk, where she sets her phone down after connecting it to the speakers.
She stands still for a moment, and when the music starts to play, she turns around and looks at me.
Just from the opening notes I recognize Never Enough by Lauren Allred. It’s one of my favorites, and I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve watched The Greatest Showman.
Eden walks toward me, and when she’s close enough, she lifts her hand and rests her palm against my jaw. It looks like turbulent storms are brewing in her eyes.
Something upset her today.
The thought makes a protective feeling for her explode in my chest.
Our gazes remain locked for an intense moment before she suddenly spins away from me. Her body twirls and twirls, and it makes the music a million times more intense.
My heart instantly thunders in my chest, and the stress of the upcoming show fades away like mist before the sun until there’s only Eden.
She dances with so much aggression and passion it captures me in a trance.
In the middle of the room, she jumps into the air before falling like a dead weight to the floor as if something yanked her down. I dart up from my chair, thinking she got hurt, but she claws at the floor as if it’s keeping her imprisoned before she leaps to her feet in a single fluid motion I’ve never seen before.
With parted lips, I watch Eden express so much emotion I’m stunned speechless.
Pompeii begins to play, and she keeps dancing.
I sit down again, my eyes not leaving her for a single second as one song flows into the next.
I’ve seen awe-inspiring shows and the best of the best on a stage, but none of them compare to her.
I have no idea how much time has passed when she stops in the middle of the floor, completely out of breath.
Lifting her head, her eyes lock with mine.
The ever-present tension between us sparks to life until I feel it vibrating in the air.
Even though I hardly know anything about her, I want this woman more than my next breath.
Eden walks toward me, and I’m just about to stand up, but she places her hand on my shoulder, and I remain seated.
Her eyes lower to my mouth, and the intensity between us spikes dangerously high.
As I grip hold of her hips, she straddles me and crushes her mouth to mine.
Christ.
The intensity of emotions she evokes in me almost becomes unbearable.
My hands roam up her sweaty body as I take control of the kiss. My tongue massages hers to the beat of the music, and when she reaches for the zipper of my pants, I push her up and drag her shorts and panties down her legs.
I hardly get to look at her pussy before she’s straddling me again and rushing to free my cock.
Our mouths come together in a crash, and I have zero control of my body when I feel the heat of her pussy press against the head of my cock. I grip her hips tightly and thrust hard into her wet entrance.
“Oh God,” she sobs against my mouth when I’m only halfway inside her.
Eden’s hips jerk and gyrate while desperate need rolls off her in waves, making me realize she needs this moment as much as I do.