Katee Davis Sex Novels & Stories

Catherine saw that some dancers bowed their heads and some looked into the nothingness. Catherine went to the speaker and plugged it’s wire to her phone and changed the music to The Shape of You by Ed Sheeran and she went to the dance floor and started dancing hip hop, specifically popping and locking. Everyone was surprised to Catherine’s hidden talent and suddenly Catherine approached Tristan, one of the ballet dancers, as if she’s challenging him. Catherine knew that Tristan can dance but he won’t budge.

For a moment, it felt like everything else disappeared. The fear. The tension. The secrets. Just them. Davis seized her waist, pulling her flush against him, his dominance returning in a wave of heat, their lips still moving in slow, heated rhythm. He shifted, his movements powerful and sure, laying her back against the pillows as he hovered over her. Then— He pulled away by merely an inch. Their breaths tangled and their eyes locked in a silent, high-stakes conversation. "Don't tempt me, young woman," Davis smiled, though his eyes were dark with longing. He rolled off her, smoothing his suit. "Get your rest. I’ll have Amber send in some warm clothes."