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“What? No.”

“Let. Go. Of the fucking sheet.”

My heart pounded against my ribs, my skin warm and cold at the same time. The way he stared at me, eyes dark and lips wet, I could feel the primal urges bubbling beneath the surface, and I knew what he wanted, what he needed. So, I did as he said and dropped the sheet, letting it pool around my feet.

Granite sucked on his bottom lip as he allowed his gaze to sweep slowly down my body. “I came here thinking I had the shittiest day. But right now, thinking you have waited here for me, naked, wanting to seduce me,” his eyes snapped up to meet mine, “it makes me feel a whole lot better.”

Removing his cut, he didn’t take his eyes off me. “So, tell me. While you sat here naked waiting for me, what were you thinking about?”

I swallowed, my thighs already clenched as I watched him take off his clothes. “I thought about what you might like, what you’d like me to do.”

A wicked grin spread along his face, and he stood tall and proud, not the least bit shy of being naked in front of me. His cock was already hard, the girth thick and swollen.

“Come here,” he demanded, and I stepped lightly toward him, my body already primed for him to take me. Knowing the kind of pleasure this man was capable of giving me already had me on the edge, and I was certain it would only take a single touch to push me over.

“Turn around.”

I did, closing my eyes, desperately trying to steady my rapid breathing.

“I’ve watched you dance.” His fingers slowly trickled from the bottom of my spine, all the way up, barely touching me at times. “I know what this body of yours can do. How it can bend and move, how supple and flexible you are.”

A shudder rang throughout my body, my core heavy and aching for what I knew he could give me.

Granite stepped closer, and I gasped when I felt his cock press against the hollow of my back, his skin warm against mine.

“I want you to bend forward for me, as far as you can go without bending your knees.”

I wasn’t fooled by his softly spoken words. The demand was still there, merely coated with a touch of smoothness.

His fingers reached the back of my neck and slowly moved back down. But this time he applied a little pressure, urging me down.

Easing forward, bending my body at the hips, I breathed in deeply as he increased the pressure, his touch traveling down my back.

“All the way down, baby.”

My sex started to throb, my skin heated and sensitive.

I let out a slow breath, closing my eyes as I continued to bend…down…down…all the way down. Having a super flexible body was the most important thing when it came to ballet, and it made it possible for us to reach positions not everyone could.

“That’s my girl,” he cooed, and it thrilled me to know I pleased him.

“Touch your toes—just like I’ve watched you do so many times.”

My fingers reached my feet, legs perfectly straight and spine relaxed. Tension caused stiffness in the body, and in order to pull off the perfect positions in ballet, you needed to learn how to shake tension like it was nothing but dust.

Granite’s hand reached between us and slowly rubbed the tip of his cock against my ass. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this, seeing you bent down and spread wide open just for me.”

My sex clenched, my insides wound tight with anticipation.

Up and down, he dragged his cock through the slit of my ass, then dipped lower, brushing it against my sensitive folds, all exposed and swollen with need.

I moaned, and it was hard to control the overwhelming urge to move my hips in search of him.

With leisurely circles, he continued to tease my flesh with his cock, nudging at my entrance, taking me to the point where my body would ready itself to take him, but then he would move away, leaving me panting and needy.

Abruptly, his hands gripped my hips, and he forced me back up, swinging me around to face him.

I gasped when I met his eyes—dark and wild, almost menacing, like there was nothing but wicked fantasies hidden behind them.


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