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)
He swiped his fingers across her bundle of nerves. She moaned, tightened again. The friction of moving inside her was about to blow the top off his head. But he kept moving.
“Do you see them watching you?” he snarled, on the edge. “Do you see them wanting you?”
“Yes,” she cried. “Yes.”
“I want you more.”
“Oh, god,” she gasped. “Alejandro!”
He strummed her clit once more. “You are going to come.”
Damn, he was trying so hard to hold it together, he was cross-eyed and slurring his words. But she understood.
“Yes!”
And then she did, crying out as she clamped down on him, massaging his cock with the pulsing walls of her sex. His self-control didn’t stand a chance.
The sensation started deep in his gut and dropped with heavy need right into his balls. Pleasure climbed up, up, up his cock until he found himself shouting his throat raw in release.
He clutched her tight, pumping his way through utopia, with just one thought rattling through his fevered brain:
Mine.
6
Latin music throbbed—kind of like Shanna’s head. The insistent beat of the dramatic notes echoed off the hardwood floors and bounced off the mirrored walls of the studio. Her feet ached. She was hot and sweaty after three hours. And really annoyed. She and Kristoff were not having a productive practice.
And as much as she hated to admit it, Alejandro kept invading her thoughts every three seconds. How could she miss him so much after a mere two days? Why couldn’t she stop thinking about the way his hands felt on her, of his unique scent like midnight and man all wrapped in pure sex. Why hadn’t she stopped remembering the way he’d looked at her—as if she meant something—before she thrust her clothes on and darted out of his embrace? It would be far more practical if she could focus on the fact that the security cameras hadn’t picked up on anything suspicious that night at Sneak Peek, so she was no closer to finding—and stopping—the blackmailer.
“I have never had to say this to you,” Kristoff broke into her thoughts, “but if we are going to win, you must concentrate. You know this, yes? The cha-cha-cha, it is strong and passionate, not lethargic and distracted.”
Damn Kristoff for stepping on her last nerve.
Shanna thrust her hands on her hips. “If I’m distracted, it’s because I’m still trying to figure out how we’re going to keep that porn-worthy footage of yours out of the judges’ hands. And guess what? The fact that’s even a problem is not my fault.”
“I made a mistake. I have apologized. Either forgive me or find a new partner. Or have you already been having auditions behind my back?”
In the past, that comment alone would have been enough to push her over the edge. She would have told Kristoff to spend his time at Sneak Peek and stop wasting hers. Then she would have begun auditioning partners the very same day.
So why wasn’t she walking away now?
Kristoff was, in a word, amazing. A powerful dancer, determined, dedicated. He brought a glamour to their dancing that had been lacking with Jonathan. The ladies loved him. He oozed charm even when making his matador face during the paso doble. He was spirited, and normally, he made practice fun. And yes, she wanted to find a partner with whom she could finish her career.
That wasn’t why she didn’t want to lose Kristoff, though. During their time together, he’d become…almost a friend. She tried very hard not to bring her emotions into her dance partnerships, but Shanna knew he hadn’t intended to make a mess of things. She hated the thought of turning her back on him and proving his suspicions about her right.
In the past, it had never bothered her to be known as the Bitch of the Ballroom. Now, for some reason…it bothered her. A lot.
“Shut up and dance,” she snapped.
“We can still win.”
They could, if they didn’t have that footage hanging over their heads. But why bring it up again? It wouldn’t change their situation. Still, she usually would have added the dig just to remind him exactly how he’d screwed up. Today, she didn’t have petty in her, not when there was a bit of kicked puppy in his expression.
Damn it, had the handful of orgasms Alejandro had given her softened her that much? Shanna stiffened her spine. She couldn’t afford to think with her heart if she wanted to win. And winning was all she had, even if it sounded…empty.
No, she was just tired or something. She’d worked too hard to lose focus now. If she couldn’t figure out who was behind this blackmail before the competition, she would likely have to cut Kristoff loose.
“We can win if we keep that video out of circulation. I’m working on that.”
“Is that why you went to Sneak Peek and performed a public scene with Alejandro Diaz?”