Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 149209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
The end of the video, however, was what Shanna feared could really kill her dreams of being a ballroom champion. The other man, apparently at the end of his restraint, tore off his condom and stood near the woman’s sex as Kristoff so diligently pounded it. The man with dark hair watched them, yanking on his cock until semen shot out, coating the woman’s clit and wet folds. They all groaned.
Kristoff quickly pulled out of her, tugged on his erection, and came on the woman’s swollen sex, too. She dripped semen, oozed with the fluids of the men’s satisfaction. Was that enough for Kristoff? Of course not.
He grabbed the other man’s shoulders and forced him to kneel before the woman’s dripping sex beside him. Together, they licked her. Clean. Deep. Until she orgasmed against their dueling tongues. During the clip’s final moments, the camera panned back again to reveal that the trio had performed the entire scene for a rapt audience.
Shanna put her head in her hands and groaned. She was so screwed. If the conservative judges of ever-elegant ballroom dance got hold of this footage… The thought of what they could—and would—do to hers and Kristoff’s scores at the California Dance Star made her shudder. Nothing like going from first to worst in the standings.
Equally unnerving, watching the scene had more than vaguely aroused Shanna. Not that she was attracted to Kristoff—and definitely not after the position he’d put her in with this stunt. But the freedom to just let loose and fulfill her fantasies, particularly with people watching, flipped her switch way more than it should.
That had to stop. She must deal with the situation, somehow ensure this video didn’t fall into the judges’ hands. She must not think about her neglected libido.
Where was Kristoff, damn it? He had to have known that his recent jaunts to that damn sex club, Sneak Peek, would eventually come back to haunt them. She’d warned him. Clearly, he hadn’t heeded a word.
The door of her small dressing room burst open. Kristoff glided in. The graceful bastard moved like glass, especially on the dance floor, which was a treat after living with her father and three brothers: an Olympic sprinter, a world-class decathlete, a former champion weightlifter, and a pro football player, respectively.
They all considered her a failure because she’d never been a champion. By their definition, ballroom dancing wasn’t even a sport. Which made her a double loser.
This year, she’d intended to show them different.
With Kristoff’s night at that crazy sex club for exhibitionists and voyeurs, her dreams were gone.
“Three minutes, Shan. Are you ready?” Kristoff held out his hand to her.
Normally, that was Shanna’s cue to take it and follow his lead. Not tonight.
“To kill you, yes!” She held up the flash drive. “Obviously, your brain sunk into your pants. Could you not have waited to get your jollies for another few weeks?”
He frowned, looking totally unamused. “What do you talk of?”
“Your recent threesome at that club.”
Kristoff’s polished smile faded. “I was just, um, how do you say, blowing off a little steam. How did you know?”
“Someone filmed you and sent me the footage. Full color, high quality, great sound. No question it’s you, near a sign that said Sneak Peek.”
“Filmed me… I had no idea. And someone sent it to you?” he croaked. “You saw it?”
“Yes, along with a little note informing me that if we show up to the California Star, they’ll distribute the clip to all the judges. And you know what will happen then. We’ll have no chance in hell of winning.”
He cursed, a popular Angelo-Saxon syllable that started with an F. Shanna shook her head. He’d already done that, thanks so much.
“I agreed to take you as my partner for two reasons: You’re an amazing dancer, and I thought you were discreetly gay. Gay, the judges can handle. Discreetly gay, even better. Clearly, I was wrong about your orientation. And if the judges see this, your talent will no longer matter to them.”
Kristoff flushed. “I am, um…equal opportunity when it comes to sex.”
“I gathered that.” She gritted her teeth. “And it’s fine. I don’t care what you do in your private life as long as it’s private.”
“One minute!” someone shouted from the hall.
Squatting, Shanna peered into the mirror at her dressing table, secured a pin holding back a lock of her pale blond hair, then smoothed a hand down the silver sequins of her tiny costume. God, she felt sick to her stomach. All the years of sacrifice and work… If she wanted to win—and she did—she was probably going to have to start over. New season…new partner. Even the thought made her sick. She hoped her tumult didn’t show on her face.
“We have to go,” she said. “Or we’ll be late.”
“Stop! We must talk about this. Winning is important to me, too, and—”