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Dom slowly rolls his hips, gently thrusting into my body, bending his knees to get just the right angle. His cock brushes over my sensitive prostate, and my flagging cock starts to fill. The rush of blood from my head to my groin makes me feel off balance, but Dom supports my weight as he brings me to rapture.

"Harder," I moan, desperate for him to really let loose. Instead, he pulls out and turns me around to face him. He kisses me softly, nipping at my bottom lip.

"You know I love you, right?"

"Yes," I say, smiling against his lips.

"Good. Because I'm about to show you how much."

I shriek as he hauls me up into the air. Hooking his forearms under my legs, he brings me back down on his cock, thrusting into me hard and fast. My fingers grapple for purchase around his neck, my body bouncing up and down his cock, forcing the air and feral sounds from my body with each jolt. The sounds of skin rapidly hitting against skin and my staccato shouts echo off the mirror and fill the room with the aesthetic rhythm of the most intense fucking I've ever taken.

"Oh, God-d-dDooommmm!"

He grunts loudly, not breaking his pace. I hear and feel the squelch of his cum jetting inside me and being forced out the tight edges of my stretched ass. A quick glance to my left and I can see the evidence dripping down and splashing against the polished hardwood. My body is flushed and sweaty. My hair is wild and flopping over my forehead. I look like a wreck, and I look like I'm being wrecked. Dom is fucking me like a rag doll, and the sight of his big body manhandling me sets me over theedge. I know he prefers for me to finish inside him, but I can’t hold back. I reach for my cock and try to keep up with the furious pace of his fucking, releasing on a loud scream. My cum jetting between us, plashing Dom's chest and arms.

When he finally slows down, my body is still in motion, making the most of his erection before it softens too much. Dom all but collapses, and we lay there on the studio floor, wrapped around each other in a pool of our own sweat and cum.

"Perfect," Dom whispers against my sweaty hair.

And I have to agree.

EPILOGUE – DOM

Eight Months Later

Watching Cam on stage is like a religious experience. I don't think there's anyone in the world that wouldn't agree. Especially no one in this audience.

After his award-winning performance at the World Ballet Competition—best male dancer in the professional categoryandbest choreography overall—the Los Angeles Ballet invited him to perform as part of an avant-garde exhibition with several other solo artists. I have a strong feeling they're going to ask him to stay and dance with the company permanently. While we're here for the majority of the spring, I've got some property tours planned—just in case Dwayne might be interested in expandingConnor Bro's Boxing Gymand opening a location here in LA.

Not that Los Angeles is the only city we might end up in. Since the news of Alistar's trial went public, and footage of Cameron's first performance as a principal dancer went viral on the internet, he's been getting a lot of attention in the dance world. Then after the stunning performance at the World Ballet Competition, the calls started rolling in. Cam could literallygo anywhere in the world, and I'm fully ready to follow him wherever he goes.

I have a feeling that Los Angeles might be a winner, though. Not only does the ballet company offer free classes for children and adolescents, but one of Cameron's very favorite people on earth happens to live here. I had the pleasure of meeting Antoni once before, but I've gotten to know him a lot better since we got to LA. He and Cameron could easily pass for brothers, although Antoni's features are a not as soft. He's an editorial and runway model and is married to an eccentric fashion designer. Their swanky penthouse apartment is full of some of the most random and confusing art I've ever had to pretend to enjoy looking at, but the photos from all the really cool photo shoots he's done for magazines and big brands are hung everywhere, too. There's even a print of the portrait he did with Ellis Hope, the same guy who came to Atlanta to photograph and sketch me for the article inSports Unleashed. I appreciate how comfortable Antoni is with having his own face and body plastered all over his walls. Meanwhile, I'm mortified every time I walk into the gym and see a seminude portrait of myself, no matter how flattering the artist made it. I can't decide if I'm hoping the massive print will come with us or stay in Atlanta when we eventually move. The one Ellis made of the two of us, however, stays wherever we go.

I'm confident LA is going to be our new home, at least for a while.

At intermission, I take my phone from my pocket. It was buzzing during the show, but I didn't want to distract anyone around me with the light from my phone. Just because I've seen the show a dozen times already doesn't mean I'm about to ruin the experience for anyone else. If Cam signs with the Los Angeles Ballet, I might look into the cost of season box seats. Then I canhave snacks and work on my business plan whenever Cam isn't on stage. Not that everyone else isn't super talented—they are. But Cam's the only one I'm interested in seeing repeat the same performance over and over again. He's the only person I'll never get bored of.

Dwayne: Just landed. We'll see you soon.

My heart skips a beat. After this performance, the company will have a few hours to rest and stay warm, and then they have their last performance of the week tonight. Cam doesn't know it yet, but we have some special guests coming to see him perform. And then Antoni has helped me plan a surprise. I'm excited and nervous as hell.

Me: Meet me in the theater. I have a surprise for you.

Tiny Dancer: We can NOT have sex in the theater, Dom!

Me: So you don't want a blowjob behind the curtain?

Tiny Dancer: …

Tiny Dancer: If we get caught, I'll never be able to show my face in this city again.

Tiny Dancer: I like it here, Dom! Don't ruin this for me. Behave!

Tiny Dancer: Where are you?

Tiny Dancer: Are you seriously waiting for me in the theater?

Tiny Dancer: …

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