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Damn, I’m trying so hard to hold it together that I’m cross-eyed and slurring my words. But she understands.

“Yes!”

And then she does, crying out as she clamps down on me, milking my cock with her pulsing walls.

My self-control doesn’t stand a chance.

The sensation starts deep in my gut and drops with heavy need right into my balls. Pleasure climbs up, up, up my cock until I find myself shouting my throat raw in release.

I clutch her tight, pumping my way through the utopia of her cunt, with just one thought rattling through my fevered brain:

Mine.

14

Shanna

Two days later

Latin music throbs—kind of like my head. The insistent beat of the dramatic notes echoes off the hardwood floors and bounces off the mirrored walls of the studio. My feet ache. I’m hot and sweaty after three hours. And really annoyed. Kristoff and I aren't having a productive practice.

And as much as I hate to admit it, Alejandro invades my thoughts every three seconds. How can I miss him so much after a mere two days? Why can’t I stop thinking about the way his hands felt on me, of his unique scent like midnight and man all wrapped in pure sex? Why can’t I stop remembering the way he looked at me—as ifI meant something to him—before I thrust on my clothes and darted out of Sneak Peek? It would be far more practical if I could focus on the fact that the security cameras didn’t pick up on anything suspicious that night, so I’m no closer to finding—and stopping—the blackmailer.

“I have never had to say this to you,” Kristoff breaks into my thoughts, “but if we are to win, you must concentrate. Youknow this, yes? The cha-cha-cha, it is strong and passionate, not lethargic and distracted.”

Damn Kristoff for stepping on my last nerve.

I thrust my hands on my hips. “If I’m distracted, it’s because I’m still trying to figure out how we’re going to keep that porn-worthy footage of yours out of the judges’ hands. And guess what? The fact that’s even a problem is not my fault.”

“I made a mistake. I have apologized. Either forgive me or find a new partner. Or have you already been having auditions behind my back?”

In the past, that comment alone would have pushed me over the edge. I would have told Kristoff to spend his time at Sneak Peek and stop wasting mine. Then I would have begun auditioning partners the very same day.

So why am I not walking away now?

Kristoff is, in a word, amazing. A powerful dancer, determined, dedicated. He brings a glamour to our dancing that was lacking when Jonathan was my partner. The ladies love him. He oozes charm even when making his matador face during the paso doble. He's spirited, and normally, he makes practice fun. And yes, I want a partner with whom I can finish my career.

That isn’t why I don’t want to lose Kristoff, though. During our time together, he’s become…almost a friend. I try very hard not to bring my emotions into my dance partnerships, and I know he didn’t intend to make a mess of things. But I hate the thought of turning my back on him and proving his suspicions about me right.

In the past, my icy reputation in the ballroom never ruffled my feathers. Now, for some reason…it bothers me. A lot.

“Shut up and dance,” I snap.

“We can still win.”

We will, if we don’t have that footage hanging over our heads. But why bring it up again? It won’t change our situation. Still, Iusually would add a final dig just to remind him that he screwed up. Today, I don’t have petty in me, not when there’s a bit of kicked puppy in his expression.

Damn it, did the handful of orgasms Alejandro gave me soften me that much? I stiffen my spine. I can’t afford to think with my heart if I want to win. And winning is all I have, even if it suddenly sounds…empty.

No, I’m just tired or something. I’ve worked too hard to lose focus now. If I can’t figure out who’s behind this blackmail before the competition, I’ll likely have to cut Kristoff loose at the end of the season.

“We can win if we keep that video out of circulation. I’m working on that.”

“Is that why you went to Sneak Peek and performed a public scene with Alejandro Diaz?”

I nearly choke. It didn’t occur to me that Kristoff would find out. I should have known since he’s a member. I didn’t see him there, but clearly someone told him.

He laughs. “I heard it was very hot and that you had a rapt audience.”

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