Page 84 of Sinful Betrayal

I can barely contain my laughter as I watch him attempt to plié. “You’re very graceful.”

“How do you wear these things? They’re so uncomfortable.”

“That’s because they’re five sizes too small!”

Anton tries to arabesque and topples into me, and I burst out laughing as I try to catch him.

“Please stop, you’ll hurt yourself.” I laugh as I push him away.

“Are you not turned on by my dancing?” He feigns a look of innocence.

“Not in the slightest.”

“Maybe I need to try harder…” He reaches for the buttons on his shirt, and I squeal as he shrugs out of it and tosses it aside before trying to plié again.

“You’re ridiculous.”

He starts prancing around the kitchen.

“Perhaps, but it’s making you smile, and that’s what matters.” He looks at me over his shoulder.

My cheeks warm as I eye the rippling muscles of his back, my fingertips itching to explore them.

When I hear the buckle of his belt, I squeal and cover my eyes. “Are you giving me a strip tease?”

“Do you want a strip tease?” Anton’s voice sounds rough with need.

“Oh, my god.” I peek through my fingers to see him in nothing but his boxers and my damn pointe shoes. “Anton!”

“I think it’s working.” Anton smirks as he catches my eyes drifting to the prominent bulge in his pants.

“You couldn’t be more wrong.” I laugh, but the sound is forced, and my mouth is suddenly bone dry.

“Nina…”

I keep my hands over my eyes as Anton kicks off my shoes and stalks toward me, my pulse quickening with every step he takes.

His warm hands wrap around my wrists to move my hands away from my face, and I let him pull me to my feet.

“I like having you here.” He brushes my bangs out of my eyes. “Not that I wish for your safety to be compromised, but I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you.”

“Me too,” I whisper, my heart simultaneously swelling and cracking at the same time as I gaze into his rich brown eyes. “Anton…”

His lips brush against mine, and my thoughts vanish.

His tongue licks along my bottom lip, and a shiver courses through my entire body.

My lips part on instinct, and Anton slides his tongue against mine.

I lose all sense of control.

My arms are around his neck, and he’s lifting me off the ground in an instant, the dinner instantly forgotten.

We barely come up for air as he carries me upstairs to his room where he sits down on the edge of the bed, and I straddle his lap.

“I can’t seem to get enough of you.” He kisses along my jaw.

“I-I need you.” I grind against his erection.

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