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  “Sasha, spread your legs for me. Wider. Go on, sweetheart. Let me see you.”

  Sasha’s heart buffeted against her ribs. Her pussy throbbed. It seemed like months rather than days since she’d had sex. Made love. She eased her legs farther apart, feeling wanton yet feminine at the same time.

  “Just a little wider. That’s right.” Antonio parted her folds and blew a stream of warm air on her clitoris. “Pretty.”

  He stroked the length of her cleft, a gentle touch that should have soothed. Instead, it stoked her need higher. Frustrated with his slow exploration, Sasha gyrated her hips so his lazy hand action massaged her where she craved his touch. A zing of sensation radiated outward from her clit until Antonio removed his hand. A disappointed groan burst from her.

  She winged a glare at Antonio. “I thought you wanted straight and traditional. You’re moving into a different territory all together.”

  “What territory would that be?” Devilment lurked in his brown eyes, daring her to behave in a like manner.

  Jeesh, she was so far over the line now, what would a little more matter? “Teasing. Reward for good behavior. I don’t have time to play games. You wanted my help.” Okay, that was better. She’d edged them back onto a professional path.

  Antonio stared up at her from his position between her legs. “I wanted to make sure of your arousal. You used to like flirtatious bantering.”

  Playful behavior still didn’t bother her, but she hated to share her personal quirks. She had to protect her battered heart and mind somehow.

  “Okay. Bridget will meet you at the door dressed in her silk robe. You’ll come inside, maybe undressing as you go? And you intend to turn Bridget away from the audience, slip her robe down her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. My suggestion is to stand to the side so the audience can see the length of her body. Maybe cup her buttocks with your hands and kiss her shoulder?” Despite her adrenaline rush, she maintained an even, professional tone. Her chin lifted with pride.

  “Sounds good.” Antonio tugged Sasha to her feet and turned her away from him so she faced the couch. He picked up a strand of her hair and twirled it around his finger. Leaning closer, he nuzzled at her neck and pressed a kiss to her shoulder blade, interpreting her instructions in his own way. “We kiss…” He turned her and placed his lips on hers, cajoling a response from Sasha. Their tongues moved together as they tasted each other in a parody of what was to come. Her heart thudded, racing so much it was a wonder Antonio didn’t comment.

  Antonio pulled away and rested his forehead against hers for an instant. “I love your breasts,” he whispered. “They fill my hands perfectly.” Antonio pushed her breasts together and plucked her nipples. “Your nipples are beautiful the way they stand up and draw my attention.” He kissed a moist trail across one breast.

  “Please, Antonio,” Sasha said with a huff of impatience.

  “You only had to ask.” He took the tip of one peak into his warm mouth. His tongue strummed her nipple, and the fallout from the play of his teeth and mouth hit her womb. But it wasn’t enough. She needed so much more.

  If the man wanted to drive her senseless, he was succeeding. The flesh between her legs burned and craved filling. She wound her arms around his neck and undulated against him, urging him to speed up. His erect cock dug into her thigh, at least letting her know the interest wasn’t one-sided, while his masculine scent surrounded and filled each breath.

  He sucked hard on her breast, and it felt as though a gossamer cord tugged at her pussy. Sasha slid one leg over his hip, opening herself to him. She wanted him inside her now. Reaching down, she grasped his cock in her hand and ran her finger across the swollen head. Pre-cum beaded on the tip, easing each pass of her digit.

  Antonio pulled away from her breast with a smacking sound and glanced down at her hand curled around his cock. “You make me crazy,” he murmured, meeting her gaze. “I forget about everything but the scent and taste of you. How it feels when I’m inside you. It was always fun partnering you, more like a private game than performing. With Bridget it’s…different.” He sighed before leaning closer to nibble her bottom lip.

  Sasha opened her mouth to him, her mind on what he’d said. She combed her fingers through his dark hair and held tight. Did he mean he had feelings for her? More than mere friendship? Forcing the thought away, she attempted to gather her teacher persona around her like a protective cloak and concentrate on the routine.

  “Were you and Bridget going to go with my other suggestions or have you come up with something else?” Sasha was proud of her even tone, considering the heights of her arousal. This was about doing a job, not about what she wanted. She had to remember that.

  Antonio rolled his eyes. “That’s where the routine went awry. We argued.”

  An excuse to go with her plan. Sasha seized the opportunity. “We’ll do it my way then,” she stated. And as she spoke, a thunderbolt hit—a hell of a thunderbolt that made her breath stall halfway up her throat.

  Her problem all along had been keeping her hands off Antonio. She’d tried to stay aloof and in the instructor role but was failing dismally. Maybe that was where she was going wrong…

  “I’m waiting,” Antonio said, his expression full of laughter.

  “Give me a minute. I’m thinking.”

  Antonio nodded. “That would be the smell.”

  Sasha snorted while her mind worked, shaping her idea. She kept coming back to the same thing. What would happen if she made her feelings for Antonio clearer? The worst thing…he could tell her to take a hike.

  “Let’s keep going.” There was no point hurrying her decision—she had a few weeks yet. “Follow my lead.” Sasha sat and leaned back, using her elbows to keep her body elevated.

  “It’s my show,” he countered, trapping in her place with his greater bulk. “I’m the one going for the Sex Idol title.”

  “So get with the program. I could be old and gray before anything happens.” Sasha gripped his broad shoulders and attempted to bring his head down so they could kiss again. Their mouths made contact. She was becoming addicted to kissing Antonio. The taste of him. The texture of his lips and the way they moved over hers with such expertise. His touch, combined with a healthy imagination, brought a surge of wetness to her core. “I know.” She clicked her fingers. “You’ve forgotten how to do it. You need to take a beginner’s course. Sex 101.”

  Antonio’s eyes crinkled at the corners but didn’t contradict her charge. Instead, he smoothed his hands down her body, alternating feathering strokes with firmer touches that left her tingling and craving fulfillment.

  Torture. Pure torture.

  Sasha sighed, enjoying his attentions but desperate for more.

  “Antonio,” she protested after several long, agonizing minutes. A growl vibrated deep in her chest. Deciding to do some persecuting of her own, Sasha laced her fingers through his hair and tugged his ears. “I’ll make them pointier than they are already.”

  Antonio snickered and continued his leisurely exploration. His smiling lips followed the same path over her abdomen, skipping across the juncture to kiss and massage her inner thighs.

  Sasha parted her legs again in silent invitation and, at last, Antonio touched her more intimately. He ran his forefinger down her cleft, just the once, before lifting his damp finger to his mouth. He made a smacking sound.

  “You taste as good as I remember, and since we’re rehearsing instead of onstage, I’m going to savor you.” He wedged her thighs farther apart and, lifting her butt with his hands, he raked his tongue along her cleft. The caress skated around the rim of her swollen clit, never touching her enough to give her the orgasm she craved.

  Sasha shuddered at the spill of pleasure. “Touch me,” she pleaded. Still, he continued to stoke sensation, layer upon layer, until she thought she might go mad. “Give me more pressure. I won’t break. I’m not going to come, either.” To her horror, her words came close to a whine.

  “Yo
u will.” Promise simmered in the broad grin he flashed. “You’re wet for me.” His tongue cruised around her clit and made a brief foray across her sensitive nub. Then he replaced his tongue with his fingers. A single finger probed her entrance, then dipped and delved, exploring her slippery folds but not giving her the release she sought.

  “Why are you torturing me?”

  “The truth?”

  “I asked, didn’t I?”

  Antonio’s gaze was dark and serious. “I know this will be good for both of us. But if you were to so much as touch me, I’d explode. Make no mistake, Sasha, love. This so-called torture is so we both get to explode. Together. Simultaneous climax.”

  Sasha gaped at him before she realized. Her teeth clunked as top and bottom jaw aligned. What was he—? She swallowed, forcing nerves away. “Sounds serious.” And here she thought all that interested Antonio was training. “You know ninety-nine percent of sex performers fake it.”

  “We didn’t.” Antonio made one more passing sweep across her clit before moving up the bench to align his body with hers. They lay on their sides facing each other.

  It was even more difficult to maintain her composure with his dark eyes only inches away, his mouth level with hers, their bodies rubbing together.

  “No. We never had to fake it,” she admitted. “But we were friends. We worked together for two years. We trusted each other. Respected each other. Most performers aren’t that lucky. You and Bridget—”

  “Not often, and I think it showed. That’s why we haven’t won many competitions this season.”

  “I heard that—”

  “Enough about me and Bridget.”

  “I guess we should work through the routine—”

  “I’m not interested in the routine,” Antonio said with a hard edge. “This is about us.” As he spoke, he pushed her on her back again and slid his thigh between her legs, wedging them apart. His cock dug into her hip for an instant before he settled between her legs. “I want to make love to you.”

  This time shock arced through her body.

  Make love.

  Make love.

  “Um…okay.” Jeesh, couldn’t she come up with something better than that?

  Antonio positioned his cock and rested his weight on his elbows, his body covering hers. Sasha trembled, her senses hyperaware. She smelled the faint scent of a fruity soap and the carnations from the lotion she’d rubbed into her body after cleansing. The evening rush-hour traffic droned in the faint background noise. The shadows and angles of Antonio’s handsome face filled her vision.

  He wanted to make love to her. Did that mean they had a future together?

  He pushed inside her, just enough for her to feel his possession. Her channel clamped down in welcome and stretched to accommodate his width.

  “Come inside me,” she whispered.

  “I intend to.” Antonio lowered his lips to hers and pushed into her. She shuddered, her nerve endings vibrating at the sensation of being filled—filled with Antonio.

  Antonio pulled back and with a slow, easy stroke pushed into her again. “God, you feel good.”

  Oh yeah. Better than good. It felt amazing—even surpassing the threesome with Bridget because this time they concentrated solely on each other.

  Each stroke massaged the sensitive nub nestled in her core. Antonio’s plunges became harder. Faster until the only sounds Sasha registered was the slap of their flesh as they moved together and their hoarse exhalations. The prickling tingle in her clitoris intensified. A gasp escaped as a spasm rippled the length of her vagina.

  Pleasure coursed through her body. Surrounding her. Filling her.

  Antonio plunged into her, his thrusts full of leashed power. Deep shudders shook his body. He was close, as close as she was to climax. She clawed at his back, urging him on. The tingle became a fire, the flames licking her nerve endings, lifting her higher and higher until she shattered with a soft cry. A wave of love filled her when Antonio rocketed into his release.

  They were good together—fantastic. Antonio had admitted it. Happiness suffused her along with sexual satiation. They’d made love instead of having sex or performing. They were lovers and soon, when they made a baby together, they’d be a family.

  Chapter Seven

  Antonio stirred. He’d leave soon, but Sasha didn’t want him to go yet. She wanted to savor their closeness for longer.

  “Thomas Welsh, the parent you saw me with earlier, said there was a story on the links about you and Bridget,” she blurted against his shoulder.

  “I heard. There was something in the news. Bridget and I didn’t get a chance to discuss it earlier.”

  His caution came through clearly, which raised her suspicions. “What did the story say? I can’t find my handheld. Just the usual gossip?”

  “Yeah.” Antonio paused. “I carried up your handheld after the utility girl downloaded your building utilities. I put it in the magazine rack. Did someone steal it? You didn’t call the cops about a stolen handheld?” he teased, grinning up at her.

  “No.” Sasha frowned on checking his expression. No, maybe she’d been mistaken. All she saw was curiosity.

  “So, you going to tell me why the cops were here?”

  She ignored the question. “Did tonight help any? You’ll be ready for the first heat? I’ll make time to run through the routine again with both you and Bridget.”

  “Yeah.” His gaze was thoughtful with a touch of challenge.

  “A man of many words.” Sasha rolled away and sat on the edge of the couch to face him. Change the subject. She didn’t want to discuss Thomas Welsh or his threats. It felt as if she were back in a foster home with a slimy administrator ordering her around, and she hated the sense of helplessness, as she had back then.

  “You can talk. You’re trying to change the subject.”

  She sighed and, after a long pause, gave in to his demand. “One of my students lost a valuable necklace in the changing rooms. I had to call the police for insurance purposes. I’m worried because Claire’s father has clout in high places.” True, but it wasn’t the whole truth. Thomas would cause a ruckus when she didn’t succumb to his demands. And she would refuse instead of giving in this time, even if the man closed down her school and she had to start afresh in another city.

  That might mean she’d have to put off her dream of a family for a year or two longer. A niggle of pain sprang to life in her chest, and Sasha was afraid to so much as blink in case she sobbed in disappointment. Then, she’d really have to explain.

  Antonio sat up, climbed to his feet and padded over to where his bag sat on the floor. He yanked the zipper open and pulled out a pair of faded jeans and a green T-shirt. His communicator buzzed. He glanced at the screen, scowled and ignored the call.

  “Try not to worry. Do you know for sure the girl lost it here? The necklace will turn up at her home.” He tugged the T-shirt over his head and stepped into his jeans. “I’d better go. Bridget and I are meeting to discuss the routine, and I’m meant to go to a family function.”

  Envy pierced Sasha’s heart, but she drew herself up, forcing the jealousy away. This was the way she wanted things. She’d ended their partnership and had to live with the consequences of her decision.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow. You do still want to have another training session even though Bridget can’t make it?” Please say yes.

  Antonio nodded. “Please. Bridget and I will make a final decision on what we’re doing with our routine. Can you do an early training session before you start classes?”

  “Sure.”

  “I’ll see if Bridget can come at a different time. We can have a dress rehearsal and work through three routines without stopping.”

  Sasha shrugged, ignoring the green-eyed monster that rose again to the surface. “That’s fine. In fact, I have my advanced students in the morning. They’d get a buzz from acting as judges for your performance.” Numerous chaperones so she did nothing stupid.

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�Good plan.” Antonio hefted his bag over one shoulder. He paused beside her, his hair a mass of curls. His mouth, though, was wholly masculine. Sasha found her attention drawn to his sensual lips, and when he smiled, the effect was dazzling—a flash of white teeth and humor to contrast with his olive complexion and stubble. She was still gawking when she realized they were closer than before.

  Much closer.

  Before she had time to react, their lips touched. Like the roar of a fiery inferno, desire swirled through her belly, pulling everything within her tight with urgency. Shaken at her eager response, she careened away, her lungs pumping hard.

  Another kiss.

  More boundaries crossed.

  She stared up at him, noting his absent grin. He pinched her lightly on the cheek, then turned and strode away without another word.

  * * * * *

  Bridget was late.

  Antonio glanced around the café. The two women at the table next to him gawked. They put their heads together and whispered before both turned back to ogle him. The brunette raised one thin brow while the one with big curly hair blew him a kiss.

  He averted his gaze and signaled the waitress for another coffee. He tapped out a quick message to his mother, apologizing for not attending the family party. Probably best. He and his father would have argued again. No. Agreed to disagree. Now that he was older, he managed to keep his temper and didn’t react to baited comments from his parent or older sibling.

  When his drink arrived minutes later, he tapped a teaspoon against the side of his cup with increasing vigor. God, what a mess. With Bridget avoiding him and yet turning up for training, he didn’t know what to do. His thoughts turned to Sasha and immediately his cock stirred. She’d made him so hot earlier, he’d almost blurted out his proposition. A snort escaped, drawing the attention of two women. Way too early for laying out the truth. He had to sort things with Bridget first. Sasha bore a streak of honor a mile wide. She’d balk if she thought she was breaking up a partnership. He bit off a curse.