Don't Tell (Don't 1)

I reached in front of her and began to flick over her clit with my fingers, feeling her squeeze my cock with powerful strength.

“Oh yes,” she screamed. “Yes, like that.” Her hips moved wildly and I knew we had both lost control.

“You’re mine, Natalia. I’m not stopping. You’re mine.”

I was going to come inside her and I couldn’t stop it. There was no time to grab a condom or pull out. I wasn’t going to do that. I needed to fill her and make her mine. I buried myself with a final thrust as we came together, gasping for air, clinging for balance. I watched in the mirror as her eyes burned into mine.

I unleashed everything I had inside her, feeling my belly relax as the orgasm pumped through my limbs. I slid my dick from her and kissed her back, which was damp with sweat.

“You are so fucking amazing.” I twirled her into my arms, crushing her lips against mine.

“I’ve never done that,” she whispered. “But God I’ve wanted to.”

I laughed. “We can do that as many times as you want.”

Her palms locked around my neck. “Welcome back to Austin.” She reached up to kiss me and I took her lips.

22

Natalia

“The shower is ready,” I called out to the living room. Sam was on the phone. He looked annoyed. I hadn’t seen that kind of scowl on his face before.

“Sorry,” I mouthed. I pointed to the bathroom door so he would know I was going to jump in.

I couldn’t help but pause when I heard him say, “Don’t ever call me again. I mean it.” I strained my ears in his direction. It was none of my business, but I’d never heard him sound so angry before.

“I told you. I’m not going to do it. I don’t care what happened or why,” he seethed.

I felt guilty for listening much longer. Maybe it was a reporter begging for a story about him. I had a feeling it was more personal than that. Maybe it was the anger in his tone, or the way he was trying to shield the call from me. I tiptoed away and headed for the bathroom, trying to focus on what we had shared.

I’d had a dozen fantasies about the mirrors in my studio. They mostly came to me in the middle of the night when I was asleep, and would rouse me with wicked thirst for something I knew I couldn’t have. Until now.

Watching Sam’s eyes as our bodies aligned. As he moved inside me. It sent a shiver through my body. I was still tingling. It was erotic. It was the hottest thing I’d ever done in my life. Each time we were together topped the last time. Not that it was a contest. I didn’t want to have to out-best our sex life. But holy hell, it was amazing.

I stepped into the shower and let the water wash over me. We hadn’t had the safe sex discussion either, but as I soaped up, I was reminded we hadn’t used a condom. I was on birth control, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t sleeping with an AFA player.

When was the right time to have this discussion? Probably before I let him come inside me. I turned the water up, making the steam rise over the glass door.

Sam walked in. “Sorry, I had to take that.”

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it. Actually, I want to forget that call ever happened,” he grumbled.

I didn’t know what to say. His face was drawn in a frustrated expression. Whoever was on the end of that call had upset him.

“You sure? I’m a really good listener,” I offered.

He opened the door and stepped in next to me. His palms slid to the side of my face and he kissed me. “I’m sure. I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s pretend I never took that call.” He went back to kissing me.

I could get lost in this. His kiss. His touch. The way he looked at me. It was everything out of a beautiful

ballet. Although the leading men weren’t anything like Sam. I was used to lithe and limber. Not strong and powerful. He could encompass me and make me feel safe and secure. And I was sure if he gave it a try, he could lift me overhead easily and I could dive into a poisson, one of my favorite holds with a partner. I smiled thinking about it.

“What’s that look?” he asked.

“Just thinking about you dancing.”