Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 152064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
I cry out despondently.
Flip’s fingers slide inside me, curling and pumping at a furious pace. He reaches above me and unhooks my cuffs from the bed, then pulls the Velcro free on the right wrist. And then he moves down my body, lowering his head, eyes on me as he latches onto my clit and sucks hard.
I come in violent waves. Dragged into the undertow of sensation, screaming his name. The pleasure is endless, a tide rising and crashing. He wrings three orgasms out of me before he prowls up my body and blankets me with his.
His fingers are gentle on my face. His lips soft when he kisses me. “Hi.”
“Hi,” I rasp.
“So that was fun.” He smiles, eyes warm with satisfaction.
I laugh. “It was.”
He kisses the end of my nose. “We should make a list of your fantasies, so when the time is right, I can make them all come true.”
CHAPTER 39
FLIP
“First dinner, now this?” Tally hugs my arm, eyes wide with awe and excitement as we move through the foyer.
“You’ve been working so hard. You deserve a night off.”
She’s been putting in long hours at the studio and working on final assignments. She even resubmitted the one she didn’t do well on a few weeks ago and pulled up her mark by twenty-four percent. I wanted to pamper her and reward her for all the time and energy she’s put in this semester. So we started with a romantic dinner, and now we’re at the ballet.
“I can’t believe you got tickets to this show. It’s been sold out for months.” She pushes up on her toes to kiss my jaw.
“I might have pulled a few strings.” I wink.
“If I could dance anywhere, it would be here. It’s hands down my dream company,” she says as the attendant scans our tickets.
They direct us to our seats, and I lead the way for Tally.
“We’re in a box?” She smiles up at me, eyes shining. “This is just…I can’t even. Thank you.”
“This is what you’ve worked so hard for, right?” I motion to the seats filling below us. “You’ll be up there soon. Not long now and the world is yours.” Watching her this semester has been inspiring. She’s dedicated and passionate.
“You are the most amazing boyfriend, Phillip,” she says softly. “I’m so thankful for you.”
“It goes both ways, kitten.” I want to tell her that I’ve fallen for her, that I can’t imagine a life without her by my side anymore, but the lights go down, stealing the moment.
Tally tucks herself under my arm, snuggling into my side as the performance begins. I probably miss half of it because I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s wholly enraptured by what’s happening on the stage—the same way I’m enraptured by her. She provides colorful commentary for me along the way, explaining when certain combinations are complicated and pointing out dancers who attended Tilton’s program in hushed whispers.
I would do just about anything to help her realize her dreams, even if it meant leaving the Terror and finishing my career somewhere else. I wait for fear to set in, but all I have is peaceful acknowledgement that she’s my right person.
At the end, I stand and clap along with her, heart thundering as she smiles up at me. I want to start and end every day with her smile.
“That was incredible,” she says. “Thank you so much for planning such a special night. I didn’t realize how much I needed it.”
“I needed it too.” I kiss her cheek. “There’s one more surprise.” I link my arm with hers.
Instead of leaving the theater with the rest of the patrons, we wait until most of them have cleared out before I guide her to the wings.
“This isn’t the exit,” Tally whispers, but she’s soaking everything in.
We reach two hulking security guards. They move aside to reveal Hemi’s brother.
Sam’s usually serious face lights up. “Flip! It’s great to see you, man!”
“Sam?” Tally looks confused as he pulls me in for a hearty hug-backslap that might leave a handprint.
He lets me go and offers his hand to Tally. “It’s nice to see you again.”
When she slips her fingers into his massive, waiting palm, he bows his head, like she’s a queen. Thankfully he doesn’t kiss the back of her hand, because then I’d have to fight him, and I would definitely lose.
“It’s good to see you, too.” She smiles, still confused. “I didn’t know you were a fan of contemporary ballet.”
“I’m a fan of a lot of things.” He motions for us to follow him up the steps and through the door leading backstage. “Come with me.”
Tally leans into me. “Are we getting a tour?”
I wink. “Something like that.”
She grips my arm, explaining all the parts of the stage and pointing out the wings as we follow Sam.