Chapter Four

I locked my car, hiked my sports bag up my shoulders and walked to the the salsa studio I just registered. I was having too much writer's block lately and a week ago, I picked up salsa dancing as a little distraction.

I pushed the door to the studio open, expecting to see my instructor. Instead a brawny looking guy was tapping his feet to the rhythm of a song he was listening to on his headphones . I doubt he heard me come in, but he turned as soon as I came in.

 "Hello." I called.

"Hi, Violet. Right?"

    I shook his extended hands. "Yes, Violet." I was wondering how he knew my name. 

"I'm Diego. I know you're supposed to meet Howard, but he travelled to the countryside this morning. Family emergency. I would be covering for him. Is that okay with you?"

  "Oh sure." I was certain Howard must have left me a message. I just haven't had the time to go through my messages, with my book deadline fast approaching.

   "If you'll just tell me where you left off with Howard. I'll pick it up from there."

   I tucked a stray lock behind my ears. "We've been working on the basic step pattern and I think I've mastered it."

  He nodded, settling my focus on his long hair falling over his shoulder. "Okay. Show me what you've got." He held out his hand. 

   I went into it and molded right aganst his body. Diego was taller than me, but I didn't have to push my head far back to look into his eyes, thanks to my dancing shoes. He took the lead, stepping forward with his left foot and I followed stepping back with my right foot. His hand on my waist was so warm, I could feel it heating my skin deliciously through the fabric of my camisole. 

     We ended the pattern in a few seconds. "Great." My back was against his chest so the bellow of his voice ran through me. 

"So, how about we try another pattern?"

"Sure."

    He led another pattern, taking me through each step with patience. As the music pulsed, we moved fluidly, in sync with the rhythm of the music, hips gyrating and our feet tapping out the beat. Diego was a talented dancer and every touch of his hand on my waist, against my skin surprisingly excited me. 

We danced, smiling playfully, faces inches apart while every touch fueled me with a delicious high. Whenever our eyes met, I feel a delightful spark. Diego was patient with me and his huge big frame made me feel safe too. When the music came to a stop, we were heaving from exhaustion, eyes locked and reluctant to let go of each other.

"You're a beautiful woman, Violet. And you dance beautifully too."

For the first time since I got married, I felt like someone actually appreciates me. Overcome with emotions, I hugged Diego. He hugged me back and I was in his arms for about a minute. Then I felt Diego grow a boner. The tension was palpable as I looked into his eyes. 

  In a way that felt totally natural, we leaned towards each other and then our lips met. I felt sweetly feminine in the heat of his embrace and I opened my lips and let him kiss me. His kiss was like a tame tempest. His mouth moved over mine softly, invading my mouth, sucking on my tongue, my lips. I let myself drink from his mouth too. I loved the delicious stirring I felt low between my legs. I stood on my toes, needing to explore deeper. 

  Diego picked me up, making me giggle as he walked over to an exercise ball nearby and plopped me on it. He pulled down my camisole and unhooked my bra. I threw my head back and moaned as his warm mouth latched onto one nipple. 

   "Oh God, that is so good." I coo

The way Diego suckled felt like worship. He was so attentive to each nipple, holding my gaze as he did. I felt sweetly delicious. 

"You're doing that so good, Diego."

"You're so hot. I want to tear your clothes off right now."

   "Oh my God, Diego,the doors! They're not locked." I shreiked in panic.

  "Forget the doors. Just relax while I make you feel good."

  I only relaxed when his hands moved under my skirt and yanked my thong down. They were so flimsy, they ripped from the tug. Diego shoved my skirt up, baring the sight of my pussy to him. 

"Oh God!" He growled and placed a kiss on my pussy lips. I moaned. The sight of him kneeling between my legs, pleasuring me turned me on so much. He licked my folds leisurely, humming in delight. I watched myself in the dance mirrors on the wall across. My face was flushed, my mouth rounded in pleasure. 

From the screen doors outside, I saw a group of the other dancers chatting on their way in. "Fuck. People are coming in, Diego."

He didn't stop flicking his tongue over my slit, instead he increased the pace. My eyes darted between the entrance and outside the screen doors again. 

"Diego!"

"God, I could eat your pussy forever." He grumbled against me. The sensation of his mouth completely devouring me and the fear of people walking in on us, did it for me. I broke into a spell of release that felt like a full body sneeze. On wobbly legs, I darted across the room to the restroom and clicked the door shut just as I heard the entrance door open. 

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  We managed to get through th evening without arousing anyone's suspicion. Throughout practice, I intentionally sat out the whole practice to avoid Diego, although he kept sneaking glances at me. Much later, I got out along with a couple of the ladies, but Diego caught up with me before I could unlock my car. 

"Hey," he had tied his hair up during practice. He was hairy, but his full eyebrows, beard and moustache added to his handsome features.

"Hey Diego." 

"Can we go for a short walk?"

"I'm not really in the mood to walk." I let him down slowly.

"Then let me buy you dinner." He tried again.

"I'm sorry, but I'll have to decline."

"Then can we talk about what happened back there?"

I rolled my eyes. "Look Diego, I'm sorry if I led you on, but I'm married, okay? This", I looked for the word, " should have never happened."

He looked as though I'd punched him and I wish I could take back my word, but he was already nodding in understanding. "Sure. I hope you continue your practice with Howard though."

"You can bet on it."

I willed myself not to think about Diego as I drove home. Once in the estate, I thought about checking in on Gaius in his wing before going back to an empty bed, since Dom was on a business trip. 

     When I entered the living room, I was met with a very drunk Gaius. 

"Hey sister-in-law!" He waved. "Just getting in?"

  "Yes, Gaius. Why did you drink so much? Something bothering you?" I asked, plopping down beside him. 

"Me?" He jabbed at his chest. "Nothing. I'm just happy. Did you have fun on your date?"

     My body went taut. "W-what date?"

"With the hot guy, y'know." My heart started pounding in my chest. How did he know? Did someone watch us and tell Gaius. I moved closer to him and collected the glass from him. 

"Hey, you can't tell Dom, okay?"

He looked at me and laughed. "You fell for it! Oh, God, I can't believe that."

   My face heated up in embarrassment. I hoped he would be too drunk to remember this conversation tomorrow. I'd better leave him alone tonight. I was about to leave when he said. "But you only fell for it because it's true." He tsked. "Don't know what will happen if I tell big brother."

"It was nothing."

"Are you sure? You look nervous?"

"Fine. What do you want me to do? Beg?"

I watch as he did a lazy job of sitting up. "I have a better alternative. Be my next muse."

   Confused, I repeated, "Your next muse?"

He looked straight into my eyes, appearing somewhat sober. "I paint human portraits in nude form. Let me paint you and I'll keep your little secret."