Page 58 of Secret Love

“How are you today?” I ask. “I missed you.”

Her head tilts. “I missed you too. It's crazy, seeing you. I'm talking to you all the time and when we’re around each other, we’re so careful. But this afternoon, I felt like I was so deprived.”

I lean my forehead on hers.

“And now you’re here, touching me,” she whispers.

“This okay?” I ask.

She nods, her eyes intense as she looks up at me. And then her smirk is back and she moves around me, picking up the remote and turning on a song that pulses through the room. It’s not the classical music she was dancing to when I walked in, but something far more carnal. The surge of lust I feel as she walks toward me is instant.

She holds out her hand. “Dance with me?”

I take her hand and she twirls until she’s against my chest. I tug her body flush against mine and we start to move. The thump of the bass is fast and electrifying, but our bodies are languid as we sway against each other. Unlike the night at the club, our hands don’t hold back as they explore, our bodies grinding. She slides her leg around my thigh and I grip it there, as her head falls back, her hair dipping to the floor. When I lift her back up, I keep her leg in place, her core against the erection I can’t hide, and she pulls my head down to kiss her.

We never step out of the beat for a second, our bodies completely in sync. I move her back into the mirror, our mouths chasing each other hungrily. Her hands slide into my hair, gripping it hard. I lift her to the barre and her legs wrap around my waist. I lower just enough to grind against her warm center and she whimpers into my mouth, letting me know it’s hitting her just right, so I do it again and again, until her kisses become erratic and frenzied.

When her head falls back, she cries out my name and arches against me. It unleashes something primal in me. I slide my hand down her stomach and dip below her leggings until my fingers glide down into her wetness. Her eyes flare and glaze over as she stares at me, and I take her plump lower lip between my teeth and tease it as I also tease the little bud between her legs. She gasps and when I dip my fingers inside of her, she clamps down around me, her flutters against my fingers the greatest reward.

I watch her fall over the edge, and it’s a fucking beautiful sight. There’s a sheen of sweat on her forehead and the sound of her whimpers are so erotic I can’t think straight. When her breathing slows, I slow my fingers too, gently drawing them out of her and trailing a line of her arousal up her skin like paint on a canvas. She tugs on my hair, bringing my mouth back to hers and I kiss her long and hard. When we come up for air, I smile against her lips.

“Even your pussy dances in perfect time,” I say.

Her teeth press against her lower lip as she laughs.

“You are lethal,” she says, smiling up at me.

Her cheeks are flush and she looks blindingly beautiful. She shakes her head and laughs again.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” she says and she makes a face that doesn’t look like regret exactly, more like embarrassment.

I lift her off of the barre and slide her down my body. Her breath hitches when she feels how hard I still am and it takes serious restraint to not strip her bare and have my way with her right here and now. But it’s not the time or place.

I bring her hand to mine and kiss her knuckles.

“I’m really glad that just happened,” I tell her.

Her cheeks flush brighter. “You are?”

“An emphatic yes.”

“Me too.” Her gaze lowers and her eyes widen. “That looks uncomfortable though.” She steps closer to me, her stomach pressed against my dick and I try to stand perfectly still.

“I’m fine, trust me.” I smile and brush her hair away from her face.

She stands on her tiptoes and swivels her hips against me and I groan, putting my hands on her waist to still her when she does it again.

“Despite sticking my hand down your pants, I’m trying to be a gentleman here,” I say, laughing.

With my hands on her waist, I lift her and place her a foot away from me.

Her eyes are dancing with mischief, and I’m relieved to see more than a little lust in them too.

“It just doesn’t seem fair that I feel so good right now and you’re left…hanging,” she says.

I lift a shoulder. “Life isn’t fair,” I say.

Her head falls back with her laugh and I take her in. God, she’s beautiful. We stare at each other for a long time, the air thick with desire.

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