Page 27 of Desire

“Elise, I’m going to come. Stop if you want to. I’ll finish myself with my hand.”

When I first started this, I thought I wouldn’t want to swallow him down, but I do now. I want every last drop he can give me. Leo brought me to orgasm last night with his mouth, and I’m going to do the same for him. I bury him deep at the back of my throat as the first spurts of hot cum erupt from his dick. I take it all and savor the taste. He’s salty but not bitter. He’s my Leo. He’s familiar. I stare up at him as I watch him orgasm. It’s a beautiful sight. Eventually he finishes. His head falls back, and his eyes shut as a long exhale escapes from deep down in his throat.

“Fuck me, I think I just expelled every last bit of cum I have left in my body. Seriously, my dick’s got to sleep after that.” Leo’s legs give way, and I help him lower himself onto the dance floor. He wipes his thumb across my mouth where I can feel saliva coating my face. “Thank you, Elise.”

“You don’t have to thank me. I wanted it just as much as you did.”

Leo fidgets around and tucks himself back into his pants before leaning forward and kissing me.

“The last thing I feel like doing is dancing now.”

He collapses back on the floor and shuts his eyes.

“Oh no you don’t,” I tell him as I get back up to my feet and move into a perfect starting position for our dance. “We have a competition to win,SeñorWestwood. Up and at ’em.”

Leo groans and reluctantly gets to his feet.

“Alexa, play.”

This time we run straight through the dance flawlessly.

Chapter 14

Leo

After a full day of practice, I send Elise home for a rest while I tidy up the studio. We’ve nailed the dance completely, and I’m beyond happy. The rumba is one of the hardest dances for a celebrity to score good marks on, and after two tens last week and finishing top of the leaderboard again, I really want to make sure we stay in that position. Having stacked the chairs, I place my water bottle and towel into my bag. I’ll shower later when I get home.

Coming four times in one day has left me a little tired. I’m not the young man I once was. Yawning, I swing the bag up over my shoulder and prepare to leave the studio, but as I head for the door, I’m stopped by the appearance of a smartly dressed man. He has designer sunglasses over his eyes, and when he pulls them up, something seems vaguely familiar about him, but I can’t place it.

“Can I help you?” I question politely and place my bag back down on the floor.

“Are you Leo Westwood?”

I nod my head,

“Sí, that’s me.” I can’t help the Spanish that creeps into my speech sometimes. It’s normally when I’m tired. It’s the language I always use when speaking to mymamá, but I use English with Elise and her family. “How can I help you?”

“You can stay the fuck away from my wife and daughter. That’s what you can do.”

The man bears down on me with an angry expression on his face.

“Woah.” I hold my hands up in the air. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I can assure you whoever your wife and daughter are I’m being nothing but a gentleman with them.”

“Like hell you are. I know your type.” The man is getting really irate now, and I’m still none the wiser as to who he is. “They aren’t yours, and you’ll stay away from them. Nobody has a say in their lives except me.”

“I think you’ve got the wrong person,” I tell him. I’ve still got my hands where he can see them. In my head, though, I’m trying to remember where I left my phone in my bag and wondering how quickly I can get to it if needed. Is this guy on drugs or something? He’s certainly got a case of mistaken identity. “Why don’t we go to the café over the road and have a chat about this?”

The man laughs and comes closer to me. I take a few steps back. I don’t want to get in a fight with him. We’d be a good match for each other. He looks pretty muscular. However, I want to avoid a physical confrontation as much as possible.

“Do you know who I am? I’ll squash you like a fly if you try to make an imbecile of me,” the man growls at me. “Elise certainly is slumming it with a fool like you. Stupid whore.”

“What the fuck?” Ok, maybe I’ve changed my mind about smashing this guy’s face in. It suddenly dawns on me who he is—he’s Elise’s ex-husband. I thought he looked familiar. I’ve seen him in the films the other dance professionals watch. As much as I want to give him a taste of his own medicine and beat him into submission, I need to stay in control. “Now I know exactly who you are, and I rescind my offer of having a talk over coffee. Get out of here now before I call the cops.”

“You don’t get to speak to me that way. I’m warning youlittleman, stay away from my wife and child.”

“Littleman? I think you need to take a look in the mirror. Elise is no longer your wife, and you signed all rights away to Izzy. So get out and leave them thefuckalone.” My words leave no room for discussion. I’m done speaking to him. He’s an abusive, stuck up asshole with far too much self-importance. It’s a waste of my time trying to talk to him. He won’t listen to me.

Simon steps back and folds his arms across his chest.

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