Fever Dream by Annabel Joseph Read Free Book Online

sometime.”
    “For the party?” Ruby allowed himself to imagine, just for a moment, his uptight partner tied to a BDSM rack, at the mercy of his sadistic whims. Naked, aroused, pleading for release...
    “No, silly,” said Ashleigh, interrupting his fantasies. “Not for the party. For dinner.”
    “Oh, yeah,” said Liam. “That’s a great idea. We’d love to have her. Just don’t tell her I’m paying her salary, because that might make things awkward. You haven’t told her, have you?”
    Ruby didn’t think he had. Sometimes he wasn’t sure what he said to Petra. He got distracted looking in her eyes, because the color was so unusual, and they were so pretty, the way they slanted upward. “No,” he said after he’d considered a moment. “I’m sure I haven’t. Is none of her business. Or your business, if you want to finance the salary of a dog kicker.”
    Liam rolled his eyes, reaching to pour more wine. “You’re having a blast dancing with the dog kicker. And I bet in her mind, you’re the one who kicks dogs and drinks baby’s blood.”
    Ash put a hand over her belly. “Mind if we stop talking about drinking baby’s blood?”
    Ruby picked up his wineglass as if to make a toast. “Whatever you say, Ash. But Liam’s right. Petra won’t come to dinner, she hates me. I think she wants to be...you know...at a distance from me. Detached.”
    “Give it some time,” she said. “You’re a hard partner to stay detached from. When it comes down to it, you’re a love-him-or-hate-him kind of guy.”
    “And you love me, yes?” he asked, batting his eyes at her.
    “On occasion,” she answered, almost keeping a straight face. “But don’t push your luck.”
    He laughed with her when she finally broke into a smile. Liam laughed along with them, but Rubio could sense his mind was elsewhere. Liam was stressed out, as stressed as Ruby himself. Maybe more. He wished he could comfort his friend, tell him everything would be okay with Ashleigh and her baby, but nothing was ever sure.
    Even Petra and their partnership. It wasn’t settled yet. They still circled around each other offstage, outside the studio, unsure of their relationship. What if Ashleigh was right, what if he was a love-him-or-hate-him kind of guy and Petra decided to hate him? With any other dancer, he wouldn’t have cared, but with her...
    He didn’t want Petra to hate him, cause he had a lot of feelings toward her that he hadn’t straightened out yet.
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    Rubio’s hands felt hot on Petra. She felt hot all over.
    They rehearsed alone in a cavernous studio with black walls, black as his eyes and his scruffy, glossy hair. They arched as one entity, then he kissed her on the neck. She shivered at the fleeting contact of his lips. She could feel his hard cock against her ass, pressing and poking through her leotard. The bare skin of his chest burned where they brushed against each other.
    Like dripping wax, the black studio melted away into a sex dungeon with candles and cages and a pair of shackles hanging from the ceiling. “Down,” he said, pointing to the floor beneath the shackles. His face was drawn in stern lines. “Kneel down and raise your arms.”
    Without thought, she fell to her knees and extended her hands upward. He fixed each of her wrists into the shackles and then he roughly gripped her neck. She gasped, aroused by his force. A rush of warmth flared between her legs. His fingers dug into her hair and then his leggings were gone, disappeared along with her leotard. His cock thrust hot and thick against her face. “Suck it,” he said in his languid Portuguese accent. “Suck me, you uptight little bitch.”
    Oh, but... Why did he think she was uptight? In her fantasies she was sexy and adventurous—and oh, so horny for him. She opened her mouth and tried to fellate him but his cock grew with each passing second, until it was threateningly large, until it choked her. Uptight little bitch... She acted like