She's dancing in the studio, using the skills she learned from the many lessons her mother forced her to take during her youth. The music makes her smile as she closes her eyes and lets her body move naturally to the beat. Though she hates exercise, dancing gives her the workout she requires. She smiles, wondering if he's watching.
He opens the live video feed from the dance studio and smiles at the gorgeous woman in studio C. Her legs are long with lean muscles. The skirt falls to her mid-thigh. It's one of her features he finds most attractive. She never raises her leg high enough to display her panties in case someone is watching. Her top stops two inches from the top of the skirt, revealing her smooth, flat abs. She was teasing him, which he adores.
When her eyes barely glance at the camera in the corner, a small smile appears on her beautiful, expressive face. The vixen knows he's watching. It takes every ounce of control he possesses to grab the files for the morning meeting in Atlanta.
Unable to resist the call of the siren's dance, he shuts down his computer and pushes away from the desk. His dick twitches from anticipation. He uses the folder to cover the evidence of his erection as he walks through the control room to the stairwell.
Noticing his motion to cover his crotch, Ella offers to handle everything else. She knew his mind was on one thing. Well, two, if you include the foreplay of dancing to his favourite Latin beats. He thanks Ella for her assistance and runs for the stairwell. Ella shakes her head before approaching the men on the monitors.
She smiles at the guys while they watch the attractive woman dance. They monitor the live feed until their boss arrives. "Good. You know how he feels about you men watching," Ella teases.
"It's not worth getting taken to the mats," the spiky blond-haired man replies, recalling the last time the woman took him to the mats and kicked his ass. She was scarier than the boss.
"I'm not watching my sister get busy with the boss," the shy blond announces. "That's why you're watching her account, Lester." Technically, the woman was his step-sister. His mother married her father when they were ten.
The boss arrives at the dance studio and parks in the back. After tucking the folder out of sight, he exits the car. He uses his fob to unlock the door leading inside from the rear parking lot. From the video, he knows where the woman is dancing; she's in the studio without windows. He's aware she's in that room for the sole purpose of them getting intimate without interruptions or people watching them through the windows.
"Pity," Lester whines before logging the date, time, and name of the person who overrode the feed. It's the protocol to keep track of whoever is hiding their actions. So far, only the boss scrambles the cameras. "Hal, your sister is hot," Lester responds, making Hal blush.
Lester and Hal continue monitoring the dance studio's exterior. They'll keep the property safe while the boss concentrates on other activities.
In the dance studio, the woman feels desire flowing through her body as the man enters the room. There's a strong sense of awareness of him without her needing to open her eyes to confirm. Her body automatically reacts as she recognizes her other half. The tingles begin in her neck and radiate to her heart, making it beat rapidly in anticipation and arousal.
He removes the fob from his pocket to lock the door and scrambles the cameras. His men monitoring the dance studio were getting enough of a show.
It wasn't the first time he had entered the studio to dance with her. She reflectively raises her hands, stretching toward the ceiling. He wraps around her and splays his hands on her abdomen, warming her from his heat. His muscular chest presses against her back as they move to the music. Her breath caught as his lips brushed against her neck, and his hands moved to rest on her hips. His fingers gently caress the skin above the band on her skirt, matching the beat of the music.
She reaches behind her head to tug on his long hair, moaning when she finds it loose. He groans when she runs her fingers through his hair. Her senses heighten as they continue moving together. Everything is more erotic with her eyes closed. She allows him to guide her across the floor.
They dance without speaking a word, but she moans when he rubs his erection against her ass. His hands splay across her abdomen before he moves them up her body, resting them below her breasts. Her breath hitches as his fingers brush across her nipples. A lock of hair slips from the elastic binding her ponytail and sticks to her neck.
She opens her eyes and watches their reflections in the mirror. His eyes are dark and full of love. Sweat runs from her hairline down her neck. Nobody is watching. The building is empty save for the couple dancing.
Latin music fills the room as he turns her to face him. She can't resist talking. "You changed the playlist," she pants, closing her eyes when he nips her earlobe.
"I'm feeling this beat today," he sexily replies. She opens her blue eyes and looks into his brown ones filled with love and passion. His thigh moves between her legs, rubbing against her centre. She's ready to combust from the friction.
"You know what this song does to me," she whines. It never occurs to her to stop the music and play the next song on her list.
"I do. I'm an opportunist," he laughs, knowing the song arouses her. His tongue darts out to capture the sweat on her jaw.
"Please," she begs as the song ends. Her breath hitches as he nibbles the juncture of her neck and shoulder. She needs the release only he can offer. He never marks her skin with love bites. Her students and their parents won't understand.
"Anything for you, babe," he whispers before licking the sweat off her neck.
She dances with him to the chair, where she has a blanket to cover the floor. He presses a button on the remote to mute the lights. "What do you think?" she asks, hoping the addition to the lighting sets the appropriate mood.
He chuckles. "It's perfect."
Her eyes flick to the camera in the corner. "Are they watching?" She worries his men will reactivate the video feed. If they do, she will kick their ass before he kicks their ass.
"No, babe. I scrambled the feed when I entered the room. There will be hell to pay if they turn on the cameras," he replies, spreading the blanket on the floor. She giggles as he quickly moves her to the floor. He flips up her skirt and tears the panties from her body.
"Ah," she moans as he presses into her warmth. Their lovemaking is an extension of their dancing. Her body is slick with sweat from dancing. His body slips against hers as he slowly builds the pressure until she screams his name. Her walls clench, pulling him over the edge.
"Babe, I love you," he whispers, brushing the hair off her cheek and tucking it behind her ear. It never fails. Her curly hair always escapes the elastic. He loves the wildness of her curls. Their only daughter has her mother's curly hair, while their two boys have waves.
"I love you too," she reciprocates. She checks her watch. "It's time to pick up the kids."
"Tia Ella is picking them up," he replies, offering her a hand off the floor. He uses the towels she has on hand to clean her before himself. She smiles because he always takes care of her needs first.
"Does that mean we have more time?" she teases, hoping to continue their sexy dance.
"We have the meeting in the morning," he reminds her. He checks his watch before adding, "We have enough time to shower and catch our flight. Tank's waiting outside for us."
"Oh, I forgot. I should have remembered the meeting was tomorrow," she answers.
"You've been busy teaching." He wraps the towels in the blankets and tosses them in the laundry bag. They will have someone take it to Rangeman for laundering.
"I want to call the children," she insists.
"Of course," he replies. "I'll video call them when we get in the car. You know how they get whenever we have to leave town on business."
She sighs because he's right—their children's cry tugs on her heartstrings. They go to the locker room to shower separately. There isn't time for a sexy shower.
"Didn't you drive?" she asks as she pulls a Rangeman shirt over her head. He chuckles at her muffled question.
"Yes, but I asked Tank to drive us to the airport. He got Hector to return my car to Rangeman," he replies.
"Carlos, how am I supposed to look Tank in the eye? He's going to see my post-sex glow," she teases.
"Stephanie, my babe, we're married. The guys know we have sex," Carlos laughs.
"I'm not bothered about them knowing we had sex. It bothers me that they know we had sex in my studio," Stephanie explains.
"Babe," he laughs.
"Ya. Laugh it up, Batman. They know we hook up in the studio twice a week." Stephanie shakes her head and takes Carlos' hand. They laugh as they walk to the SUV behind the building.
Tank grins as Carlos and Stephanie climb into the backseat. The happily married couple refuses to have a seat separating them. "Are you ready?" Tank asks.
"Drive," Carlos barks. Tank laughs as he pulls the vehicle onto the street.
Their trip to the airport was short and quiet. Since they were flying in the Rangeman jet, they didn't have to be at the airport ninety minutes early.
Stephanie and Carlos talk to the kids over a video chat. Sofia sticks out her bottom lip when Carlos explains why they were leaving at night. Mateo hugs his sister. "If you're gone, who will teach my dance class?" Sofia whines.
"Tia Mariela is teaching tomorrow," Stephanie replies. Sofia claps her hands, happy to have her favourite aunt teaching the class. Mateo and Frankie groan. Their Tia Mariela makes them practice ballet before getting to the fun music.
"When will you be home?" Mateo asks.
"Hopefully, before you go to bed," Carlos replies. Mateo smiles at his dad. Stephanie loves her oldest son, a miniature version of his father. He's the only child with brown eyes. Sofia and Frankie have their mother's eye colour. "Behave for Tia Ella," Carlos warns.
"Yes, Papa," the children reply.
"I love you," Stephanie and Carlos say.
"I love you," the children immediately parrots. Stephanie and Carlos blow their children kisses as Tank silently chuckles.
Carlos ends the call as Stephanie sighs. She hopes the boys don't give Ella any trouble. They should behave if Lester isn't visiting. He winds them up every time.
"Is the file in my bag?" Carlos asks.
"Yes. I added a disc containing videos for proof," Tank replies. "Do you need me to accompany you?"
"We have it handled," Carlos replies. "The men in Atlanta tend to underestimate Stephanie. They don't know she speaks and understands Spanish."
Tank laughs as he drives to the hangar, where the pilot waits with the plane. He parks the car and grabs our bags from the back. Stephanie tries to take her suitcase from Tank, but he shakes his head. She rolls her eyes when he passes them to Hunter, the Rangeman pilot.
"Are you coming, too?" Hunter asks Tank.
"Not this time," Tank answers. "Ranger and Steph can handle the meeting."
Hunter nods and removes the bags from Tank. Once the luggage is secured, he motions for Ranger and Stephanie to take their seats, "I'll announce when I reach cruising altitude."
Stephanie and Carlos reviewed the documentation for Rangeman Atlanta. Everything they found about the management team screams, "Bad business."
Sighing, Stephanie says, "We have to cut them loose. Marco Corelli is straining our resources."
"The Rangeman branches in Miami, Boston and Trenton are profitable. I don't know what to do with Atlanta," Carlos explains. He pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head.
"Why don't you confront Marco and wait for his reaction?" Stephanie suggests. "Is your brother meeting us?"
"Alejandro is overseeing the audit," Carlos confesses. Stephanie smiles. Her brother-in-law will ensure Marco isn't hiding anything from the accountant. "He's keeping me apprised of the progress."
Stephanie reads the message on Carlos' phone and shakes her head. "Carlos, it's time to sign Rangeman Atlanta over to Marco and financially cut them off," she reasons.
Carlos looks into his wife's eyes and realizes she's right. The other Rangeman branches make enough to keep the company afloat. There isn't a reason why the Atlanta office requires a higher operating budget than Miami.