Page 10 of The Dance Deception
My breasts bounce against his chest as his thrusts get faster. I can feel myself tightening around him as my orgasm creeps closer, making us both groan with pleasure.
‘I’m going to come,’ I whisper, feeling myself starting to lose control.
Then my body bucks against the bed in a powerful climax till I collapse against the pillow, my head in a delicious spin.
Chapter 6
Iwake up with a gasp, followed by a sigh of relief when I realise the giant camera relentlessly chasing me up a steep hill is just a bad dream – a classic anxiety-fuelled nightmare. If this is what the thought of filming in our little studio does to me, what on earth am I going to be like when the live shows start?
While I’m doing my make-up, Lucy raves about her date with Aiden. He took her for a fancy meal and they’re going to meet up again on Friday for a movie night. Seeing her so happy gives me hope for my own romantic future.
‘And how was it with Merle yesterday?’ she asks.
‘Incredible,’ I grin, shivering at the memory.
‘Ooh, does that mean things have progressed?’
She claps her hands with increasing enthusiasm as I give her a rundown, then she peppers me with questions about the size of his penis, whether he shaves his balls and what his come face looks like. Typical Lucy.
But I’m happy to replay all the details. I can’t stop goingon about him and how he makes me feel like a goddess. He’s unveiled a side of me I didn’t even know existed.
‘I’m glad I’ve got Aiden or I’d be dying of jealousy,’ Lucy says, taking over the styling of my hair when she sees me struggling with the back. She twists it into long, loose waves so it bounces round my shoulders.
‘Is it too much?’ I ask when we look at the finished result. I’m worried I look like I’m going clubbing rather than to a daytime dance rehearsal.
‘Not at all. Why shouldn’t you look fantastic? It’s your TV debut.’
‘This bit is just us in training, though.’
I don’t want to look stupid or over the top.
‘Merle will love it,’ she assures me. ‘Do you really want to tone it down?’
And the truth is, I don’t. I want Merle not to be able to take his eyes off me. I know we won’t be able to rip each other’s clothes off while the cameras are there, but I still want him to be thinking about it. And when they’re gone …
Merle, however, barely glances up when I arrive at the studio, because he’s busy telling the three people who I assume are the camera crew where he wants them to put their equipment so it’s not in our way. I try not to let this upset me – I can see he’s in work mode – but I can’t help feeling a bit put out after the effort I’ve made.
When he does come over and greet me, it’s a courteous peck on each cheek that feels awkward and formal. I want the other Merle back. There’s a very different atmosphere in the studio with the other three present – it definitely feels overcrowded.
‘This is really weird,’ I whisper to him.
‘Don’t worry.’ He pats my arm in the way a colleague might, not a lover. ‘We just do our thing and they do theirs.’
‘All of our thing?’ I ask, with what I hope is a seductive smile, wanting some reassurance that things haven’t changed between us since yesterday.
‘No!’ he says sharply, making me flinch. But then his expression softens. ‘We’ll save the best bits for after they’ve gone.’
And my alarm dissipates. He hasn’t had a change of heart after all. He’s just being professional while the camera team is here, that’s all.
‘Come and meet the others,’ he says. ‘This is the shoot director Sarah. Steve and Andy here are on lights and mics. Everyone, this is Kate.’
We shake hands and say hello.
‘It’s nothing to worry about,’ Sarah says, making me think I must still look a bit shellshocked from my exchange with Merle. ‘We’ll just film a bit of you dancing, a bit of you talking about how things are going so far, then we’ll chuck in something funny at the end to give the audience a laugh. We’ll probably need an hour or two of your time at the most. Sound okay?’
I take a deep breath to steady my nerves. ‘Sounds perfect.’
I want to get this over with as quickly as possible.
