Maze (The Ballerina Series #2)

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Author: Ursula Sinclair
my sex and I tightened my muscles to hold him in there. I raised my
arms over my head to circle them around his neck, while sinking against him.
His length flexed against the top of my butt, his strong thigh muscles
contracted around my hips, and he shifted. He pressed his sex even more against
the top of my ass and I felt how much he wanted me. And I wanted everything he
had to give to me.
    His
lips brushed against my inner arm, then his tongue licked my skin at the same
time he stuck two fingers inside me, and between one breath and the next, I
shattered.
    “You
are so fucking responsive,” he murmured.
    He
turned my head and covered my mouth with his, all the while continuously
working my sex. His fingers moved in and out, and I moaned into his mouth.
    Suddenly
he stiffened and withdrew his hand out from between my legs. Without warning,
he pulled my dress down to cover me, and I heard the key turn in the lock.
    I
popped my eyes open. Dante. Crap!
    Quickly
I lowered my arm and placed my leg on the floor but continued to rest against
Maze. He wrapped his arms around my waist resting his head on my shoulder.
    “We’ll
finish this later,” he whispered just as Dante pushed open the door.
    “Hey,
wassup?” he said when he saw us. Then he turned and shut and locked the door.
    I
twisted so I could see him better, but he walked around the couch and took a
seat on the chair at the other end of us. He shifted the dance bag he wore
across his shoulder and placed it on the floor beside him. He wore dark blue
and black dance sweats. We had a matching set.
    A
wave of sadness hit me to see him in his when I knew it would be a long time
before I’d wear mine again.
    “Hey,
man,” Maze said.
    Dante
looked at us then frowned. I thought perhaps he picked up on my bleak mood but
I shrugged off the feeling. I needed to know how the directors had planned out
the rest of the year. This was the first chance I had to ask Dante about what
was going on with the company. I needed a head’s up. Yeah, I could have called
Davis, the production director, but frankly he hated talking on the phone. He
preferred you set up an appointment with his secretary so he would be prepared
to talk. I already scheduled a time to come and talk to him tomorrow through
his secretary.
    “So
how’d the meeting go?” I asked. There’d been a meeting today to discuss the
rest of the summer, and the season in greater detail.
    He
sighed. “I turned in the paperwork you left for me and they took it. So you’re
officially on the injured list. I know you’re talking to them tomorrow but I
can tell you right now what they’ve already told me. They’ll hold your spot
until August, but then you’ll have to show them you’re still able to perform to
maintain it. I’m sure Davis will also tell you he would like us to put together
some chorography for Christy and me but that won’t be for awhile. Christy will
take the duets, and your solo rolls they’re going to spread out between
Christy, Lisa, and Stephanie, so that’s good.”
    “That
is good news. I’d love to do some chorography. I’m not so excited about working
with Christy but I’ll do it. So why are you still frowning?” I asked. Something
in his expression suggested more was going on.
    “They’re
thinking about holding auditions to fill a couple of openings.”
    “Yes,
we knew they were going to do that,” I said, but a sinking feeling crept up on
me.
    “Yeah,
but now I think they’ll also look to bring on someone that can handle your
roles. Someone who can step right in or they can begin to train.” Dante placed
his hands on his thighs and leaned forward. “And even if you did come back
strong they’d still want another ballerina of your caliber they can cultivate
in the company. ‘Cause let’s face it, Christy is no prima ballerina.”
    “Shit.”
I was being replaced. Maybe not right away if I overcame my injury, but
eventually. It happens to us all. Sooner or later, someone
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