Page 183 of The Pucking Wrong Man

I smiled at him, not really sure if that would happen. My leg was aching, and even though it was doing better than in the past, I had begun to accept it for what it was—I wasn’t sure my leg was capable of performing an entire ballet as the lead.

The realization had come, but I wasn’t as devastated as I would’ve been before. I’d found a new dream.

And his name was Camden James.

Camden stepped out from behind a curtain, his arms filled with the biggest bouquet of flowers I’d ever seen. I swooned for him, just like I always did, and the sight of him filled another hole inside of me.

It was the first time I’d ever received flowers from a loved one after a performance.

He pulled me into a kiss, the flowers pressing against me and filling my senses with their fragrance.

I preferred his scent much more.

He wrapped me in a tight hug, lifting me off my feet. “In awe of you, baby girl,” he murmured, his voice filled with emotion. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

I held onto him, everything inside me beaming with happiness. “Thank you,” I whispered.

Camden straightened, his arms loosening around my waist. “Want to go see everyone? Geraldine even brought her card group so she could brag about knowing you.”

I huffed, pressing up on my tip toes, my face tipping to his ear. “Not quite. You know how...on edge you get after a game?” I whispered. “Where you can’t wait to tear my clothes off and fuck me…”

Camden stilled, his hand pressing down on my lower back. “Go on,” he urged, his voice suddenly rough.

“It seems ballerinas get that way too…Daddy.”

He growled, licking his bottom lip slowly, hunger in his gaze as I slowly stepped away.

“Anastasia…” he rasped.

I giggled as I tugged at his hand and he followed me with a sexy grin. We rushed past dancers and crew members, ducking down a hallway when we thought no one was looking, opening random doors as we tried to find a place to go.

Perfect. A cleaning closet.

My heart was racing in excitement as we squished into the little room, stocked with shelves of cleaning supplies, mops and brooms stashed in the corners. Camden grabbed a cart and shoved it against the door. I wasn’t sure that would actually prevent anyone from coming in if they wanted to, though. I also didn’t care.

I needed him.

Camden stalked toward me, pushing me against the wall. A bottle skittered across the floor as he kicked it away.

The darkness heightened everything.

I’d said before that I didn’t like the dark, but I’d gladly be in the dark with him like this...any time. Even surrounded by the scent of cleaning supplies, I was able to let go and succumb to my body’s sensations as his mouth trailed down my neck.

His hand roamed over my breast through the thin leotard I had worn for the pas de deux as he bit down gently in the spot where my shoulder and my neck met.

I moaned, my thighs rubbing together, the seam of my tights straining against my clit, but not giving me what I needed. I wanted his hand, his fingers, his cock inside me. It was the only thing that was going to help satisfy my ache.

“Camden,” I whimpered.

“I know, baby girl,” he soothed. “I want to live inside you. It feels like my life is spent just waiting to fuck you.”

“Yes,” I gasped as he pulled at my top, sliding it past my shoulders and then my waist, grabbing my tutu and my tights so they were down too...until I was completely bared to the chilled air.

He left the tights gathered around my knees, though, so that it was difficult to move.

Camden’s finger slipped into my soaked core.

“Your cunt is so fucking wet, baby girl. I love this.” His finger was agonizingly slow as it thrust inside me, and my fingers dug into his shoulders, trying to spur him on.

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