The music was pounding so loudly the walls shook, but she didn't care, it almost seemed to rumble the thoughts right out of her head, and she needed a clear mind right now. She could taste the salt on her lips from the sweat she was working up and her foot slid slightly on the polished dance studio floor, but Easton managed to keep herself steady.
"Nice moves, as always," a male voice commented. Easton glanced up, surprised to see 35-year-old Greg Sanders leaning against the door frame of her dance studio. She glanced at the clock on the wall and winced. Greg would've gotten off work over an hour ago and they always spent their mornings together, before she ran off to do her thing and he got some much needed sleep. He was still dressed in the jeans and vintage navy t-shirt he'd left for work in the evening before, but his feet were bare, shoved into the leather Havianna flip-flops he practically lived in on his off hours.
"Baby, I'm so sorry, I know…" Easton began, grabbing the remote and turning the stereo off just as the next song began.
Greg held up a hand to stop her. Easton expected him to be mad at her for not being there for some of the only time they really got to see each other, but instead he leaned down, his lips meeting hers. He tasted like spearmint toothpaste and Easton could smell lingering traces of his Diesel cologne.
"It's OK, I'm not really that tired anyways," he said when he finally pulled away after letting his lips linger ever so slightly.
Easton's lips tingled from his touch. She tugged her hair from it's ponytail, slicked back the hairs that had come loose, and pulled it back into its elastic. "How'd you know where I was?"
Greg chuckled and Easton felt her heart skip a beat as his lips turned up into their half-smirk. She didn't know what it was about him, but he turned her into an elated, giggly schoolgirl every time he was around. She didn't know what had come over her last night with Nick, but what had happened happened, and Easton didn't want Greg finding out, she'd never forgive herself for hurting him like that. It had been a one time thing, a little trip down memory lane, nothing else, she'd told herself that over and over after Nick had left last night.
"Well, I figured since it's only eight o'clock in the morning and you failed to be at home when I got off work that there was only one thing you'd blow me off for…" Greg said. He rested his hands on her hips, gliding one finger across her ribs just below her sports bra. It sent chills down Easton's spine. "Dancing."
Easton let him touch her, loving the way his smooth hands felt on her body. He roped his long fingers behind her neck and pulled her lips to him, sucking on her bottom lip slightly as his tongue tangled with hers.
"Raleigh isn't in yet, is she?" Greg whispered into her ear coyly, inquiring about Easton's best friend and fellow choreographer who helped Easton run her dance studio.
"No, she's on tour with Rihanna right now," Easton answered, giggling slightly as Greg's fingers toyed with her belly-button piercing.
Greg wiggled his eyebrows at her and pulled his t-shirt over his head, throwing it across the room. "Well then, you know how much I love to make use of the mirrors in here." He pressed himself against her, sliding his hands up under her sports bra, groping at her breasts.
Easton rested her hand over his heart, feeling it beat, feeling the heat of his skin beneath her palm. She opened his jeans and put her hand in his boxers, feeling him grow hard within her grasp. She knelt down and took him into her mouth, juggling his balls slightly as she ran her lips down the length of him. He tugged at her hair gently, moaning at the feel good pleasure. He pulled her upright, kissing her hard and Easton arched her back in his arms and he pulled down her sports bra, freeing her breasts and depositing kisses around her nipples. She backed up with his arms still around her and stopped when she felt the table in the corner of the room press up against the back of her knees. She leaned back so she was lying flat on her back and Greg jerked her Lulu Lemon yoga pants off, pushing aside the crotch of her lacy purple boy shorts and dipping his tongue into her.
"I want you in me baby, I want you," she almost pleaded. She pulled him up on top of her and felt her breath catch in her throat as he entered her in one fluid motion, going as deep as he could. As he built up his rhythm he smothered her cries with his mouth, his hands molesting her breasts, sliding down her toned tummy, feeling her laboured breathing as she fought to hold back the orgasm she knew was only seconds away. She grabbed on to his butt, pushing him deep into her one last time so she could feel every inch of him, and he could feel her orgasm on every inch of himself.
Just as he began to feel her inner muscles crunch around him, he felt himself quiver with his own release and he slowed his thrusting, grinning down at her as he gave her one last kiss. "Well if that was an apology, then I accept. "
"Apologize? Why do I have to apologize? I didn't do anything wrong." Easton could suddenly feel herself growing defensive. She couldn't let him find out about her indiscretion with Nick, she couldn't lose him. She clamoured off the table and out from under him, ignoring the confused expression on Greg's face.
He laughed and Easton was grateful he wasn't going to question why she pulled away so suddenly. "Don't fly off the hook East. I just meant you forgetting about your time with 'lil 'ol me this morning." His pout quickly turned into an amused grin. He glanced behind them at the still empty studio. "What's got you all fired up? It's not like anyone saw us."
"Sorry. I guess I woke up on the wrong side of the bed." It was a lame lie, and she knew it, so she busied herself getting her clothes back on. She'd needed to be alone this morning which was why she purposefully left before Greg had returned home, and dancing was one of the only things that helped her take her mind off anything and it hadn't failed her this time either, that was until Greg had shown up and sent her crashing back to reality.
"Hey, you ready to go?" Greg's voice pushed through her thoughts. He patted the fit abs she knew were under the thin fabric of his t-shirt. "I haven't eaten since last night, and all I had was a crappy burger. I was thinking maybe we could stop and get something to eat before going home."
Easton nodded, wrapping her arms around him. "I'm sorry for not being there this morning," she apologized, only wishing she could really apologize for the lack of judgement she'd had last night. She hugged him tighter, burrowing her face against his chest. "I really am."
Greg's hand rested on the small of her back and he seemed slightly taken aback but her sudden outburst of affection after she'd been so stand-offish a minute ago. "It's OK, East," he said into her hair. "It's no big deal." He leaned down, pulling away from her and grabbing her gym bag. "Ready?" He offered his free hand to her.
Easton grabbed it, his larger hand immediately enveloping her smaller one. She only hoped he would never find out how truly big of a deal it really was.
