Page 78 of The Dance Deception
‘The power of hindsight,’ he sighs. ‘Is there somewhere we could go? The bathroom maybe?’
‘What if someone needs the loo?’
‘The garden then?’
‘The kids might wake up. Argh, this is going to kill me. Let’s go to the bathroom. I reckon we’ll get away with it if we’re quick.’
He smiles. ‘We’re not usually very quick.’
‘Special exception tonight?’
He doesn’t need asking twice.
The rest of the house is quiet, which hopefully means everyone else is asleep. We creep down the hallway feeling like naughty teenagers, with towels wrapped around us just in case anyone does happen to be up.
As soon as the bathroom door is closed behind us, I whip the towels away and sit on the edge of the bath, pulling Aleksis towards me so I can take him in my mouth. His breathing gets heavier as he watches me making him hard, his hands playing with my hair as he rocks gently towards me.
‘Oh Kate,’ he whispers as I tease him with my tongue, making his whole body shudder. He moves his hands to his thighs and I can see him squeezing them to help himself stay in control.
He slowly backs away and drops down into a crouch in front of me, spreading my knees wider so he can run his tongue across my clit, over and over. Just the thought of having sex with him had already turned me on, but he still makes sure I’m as aroused as he is before he draws me back up to my feet.
I turn my back to him and bend forward, my arms supporting me on the side of the bath, and he nudges my legs further apart as I push my buttocks towards him, then he enters me from behind, sliding in slowly, which makes us both moan.
‘Shh,’ we whisper in unison, stifling our giggles.
But I gasp again as he pulls back slowly then thrusts deeper. I can’t hold it in if he’s going to keep doing that.
‘Be quiet,’ he laughs.
‘I can’t help it,’ I say over my shoulder. ‘It feels too good.’
‘Try putting this between your teeth.’ He hands me my new toothbrush and I shake my head, laughing, but I try biting down on it, which works for a few seconds until another open-mouthed moan sends it clattering into the tub, giving us both the giggles again.
‘There’s no way no one heard that,’ he says.
‘I don’t care any more, just don’t stop.’ I wiggle my hips suggestively and it’s all the encouragement he needs.
He pounds against me quickly, until he’s clinging on to me and squeezing me against him, a slightly strangled noise escaping from his throat as he tries to come without making any more sound.
When he withdraws, he moves alongside me and makes me climax still bent over the bath, the fingers of one hand deep inside me and his other hand underneath me, rubbing my clit until the world around me disappears in a dizzying blur. I definitely don’t stay as quiet as I intended to.
Chapter 41
At Dee’s insistence we spend most of the following day in the dining room working on our routine, joining the others for a long lunch and again at the end of the afternoon to say goodbye before our drive back to the airport. My eyes well up a bit in the back of the car as I watch them waving us off. Apart from the slight wobble about the flight cancellation, it’s been such a stress-free stay, with so much love and laughter. Now it feels like we’re heading back into a tornado.
Aleksis puts a comforting arm round me and kisses the top of my head, and I snuggle up against him, trying not to think about the pressure we’ll be under for the next few days. But while we’re waiting to board our flight at the airport, I spot aFire on the Dance Floorstory trending in third place on the news feed on my phone – and it sends my anxiety through the roof.
“Shock shake-up as Dean forced to quit FOTDF and Merle returns,” the headline reads.
‘What the hell?’ I hastily click through to the story.
“Fire on the Dance Floor’s Dean Mason has been forced to withdraw from the show just three days before the final after spraining his ankle during training,” the story begins. I nudge Aleksis and get him to read it with me over my shoulder. It says Dean has been advised to rest for at least two weeks to avoid permanent damage, so the producers are bringing back Emilia and Merle – the show favourites before their unexpected departure – to take his place.
There’s a quote from Emilia that says, “Merle and I will be at a disadvantage coming into it this late, as we’ve missed three days of training, but we’re going to do our very best to give the audience the best performance we can.”And one from Dean, saying,“I’m absolutely gutted, but I’ve got to do what’s right for my body.”
The article concludes,“It’s certainly a tough break this far into the competition but, sadly for Dean, the show must go on. You can find out how the other couples get on in the Fire on the Dance Floor final this Saturday at seven p.m.”
‘That jammy bastard,’ I fume. Why does Merle always seem to land on his feet?
