Dancing Into Love

  DANCING INTO LOVE

  A DANCING NOVELLA

  KL FAST

  M.K. MOORE

  FLIRTY FILTH PUBLISHING

  Dancing Into Love

  By KL Fast & MK Moore

  © KL Fast & MK Moore 2019 Flirty Filth Publishing.

  All Rights Reserved

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  The use of actors, artists, movies, TV shows and song titles/lyrics throughout this book are done so for storytelling purposes and should in no way be seen as an advertisement. Trademark names are used editorially with no intention of infringement of the respective owner’s trademark.

  This book is intended for adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. I consider this book as Erotic Adult Romance.

  Cover created by KL Fast

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  CONTENTS

  1. Aidan Murphy

  2. Calliope Johnson

  3. Aidan

  4. Calliope

  5. Aidan

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Acknowledgments

  Other Books By KL Fast

  About the Author

  Acknowledgments

  Other books by MK Moore

  Dedicated to World of Dance. Watching many, many episodes of that show inspired this series.-KL XOXO

  Dedicated to Dancing with the Stars. I am more ballroom than whatever it is WOD does… -

  -MK

  Aidan

  Watching and waiting for her was the hardest thing I've ever done.

  But now that I've got her, I'm never letting her go.

  Nothing will stop me.

  Calliope

  There is a thin line between love and hate.

  I hate how much I love him.

  But I won't stop for anything.

  This is a KL Fast & MK Moore short story of instalove set in the world of dance.

  There might be a bit of brisé, breeding, and babies. Oh my!

  Playlist that inspired Dancing Into Love

  James Arthur-Can I Be Him

  3 Doors Down-Let Me Go

  Zayn-Let Me

  Jordan Smith-Only Love

  Tori Kelly-I was Made For Loving You

  Zayn-Dusk Till Dawn ft Sia

  Kat Dahlia- I Think That I'm In Love

  Ed Sheeran-Shape Of You

  Ed Sheeran-Perfect Duet

  Jacob Lee-I Belong To You

  Rihanna ft. Ne-Yo-Hate That I Love You

  Nick Jonas-Jealous

  1

  Aidan Murphy

  She has no idea just how long I’ve been watching her. Her grace and elegance as she glides across the dance floor are nothing to the filthy, depraved, and fucked up things I want to do her perfect, lithe body. She is literally the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Ever. My fucking princess.

  Calliope Johnson has no idea how obsessed I am with her, but she will. I swear to God, she will.

  Through several seasons, we’ve competed against each other on the Rocky Mountain Dance-Off tv competition. On previous seasons, we were paired up with what I nicely referred to as B-list actors, sports players, and musicians. We’ve squared off with our partners over the years either coming in first or second each time. Trust me when I say that I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. In the last three years, I haven’t even looked at or thought about another woman. At twenty-one, I know that I am ready to settle down, as long as she’s the one walking down the aisle to me. She is the total package. From her bangin’ body to her personality to the way she moves, she checks all my boxes. I’d do anything to be her man. You might be wondering why I haven’t made a move in three years and the simple fact is, she hates me, and I have no idea why. Won’t give me the time of day, but I aim to change that.

  This season, they switched up the format and when we were asked to compete, neither one of us realized that it was professional couples only. As we are both Contemporary dancers, the director, Darcy, suggested we team up as we would create a bigger draw together. I was all for knowing that it would finally get her in my arms, she on the other hand, was not so eager to agree. Plus, the bonus they offered us was just too big to pass up.

  Now we are in for four months of rehearsals and pretty much learning to dance together, followed by six weeks of preliminary competition, then by the semi-finals and ultimately the finals. There are twenty-five couples competing, all professional dancers.

  Today is day one of that. We have learned that the first week of the competition will be an interpretive contemporary dance to James Arthur's “Can I Be Him.” She is currently stretching, and I have to adjust my cock. Thank fuck, the cameras aren’t in here today. I am going to have to get a handle on this and quick. I do my static stretching quickly and when she turns to me, she scowls at me.

  “Are you ready to do this?” she asks, sassily.

  “Ready,” I respond.

  “I need to listen to the song no less than ten times before I can even think about dancing to it,” she says with her hands on her hips.

  “Okay,” I say smirking as I walk over to my phone which I have already connected to the Bluetooth surround sound in the room. I hit play on the song, and it fills the room. I have a similar method of listening before jumping in. I watch her as she listens. Her eyes are closed, and she sways with the music. It’s as if she can feel the music as it speaks to her. After several loops of the song, she finally opens her eyes and looks straight at me, like she knew I was mesmerized by her. I go ahead and pause the music, ready to listen to whatever she has to say about the song.

  “This is a song about unrequited love. I am seeing the longing and, and,” she falters when she looks at me.

  “Jealousy,” I offer, and she nods.

  “Yes. Jealousy.”

  “I have some ideas for choreography, but I think we should do some basics and check our chemistry. Do you agree?” I ask.

  “I do.” We have a brief interchange about my calling her “princess.” I love that she hates it so much. I am getting to her. Now that she’s finally legal, she’s mine. She steps into my dance space and the energy in the room changes. I hold out my hand to her and when her much smaller hand connects with mine, it becomes difficult to breathe. She gasps and it goes straight to my balls. My sweats were not the ideal choice to wear today. She has to feel my cock digging into her hip, but she’s too professional to mention it. My other line of thought pisses me off, so I try to shut it down, but it keeps coming to me that she’s so used to her dance partners popping wood that she no longer notices it. How dare any other man think they can be turned on by my girl.

  And my girl she is, even if she doesn’t know it yet. I know that I am treading into stalker territory, but I don’t give a flying fuck. She is mine. She shakes her head as if to clear it while I use my free hand to turn on some music. Settling on “Let Me Go” by 3 Doors Down. Focusing my attention back on her, we move around the room like one person. Each move is like foreplay. From the slow around the
world dip to the Dirty Dancing style lifts, is straight seduction. She feels like heaven in my arms. I lose track of time as we dance and dance. I don’t think chemistry is going to be a problem.

  When she moves away from me, she takes a long drink of her water. I watch her throat move and can’t help imagining what she’s going to look like with my cock in her mouth.

  “Holy shit is that the time?” she asks. When I look up at the clock, I see that it’s been over two hours. How the fuck did we lose time like that?

  “I guess so,” I say chuckling. She takes a phone call before turning back to me. I only hear a few words of the conversation.

  “I have dinner plans, so I’ll see you in the morning.”

  “Sounds good. Have a good evening.” I watch her gather her stuff up and walk out of the room without another word.

  Who the fuck does she have plans with?

  I gather my things up as well and head out of the studio. It’s only six in the evening but I am done for the day. I have to get my plan in action to get Calliope to fall in love with me.

  Should be easy, right?

  2

  Calliope Johnson

  I grew up in the foster system moving from home to home. The only reliable thing I had in my life was dance. My dream started when I was just two years old, watching reruns of Come Dancing on BBC America. The way the dancers moved was mesmerizing to me. They were talking without words, speaking through their bodies. Every turn and lift meant something. I simply fell in love with it. No matter how many homes I went to or how many broken promises I heard, I knew I would always have dance. It was that way until I was ten and found my forever home with the Johnson’s. When they said they were adopting me, I laughed out loud because if there is anything this world has taught me, it is to never rely on anyone. Everyone always fucking leaves me.

  I learned that from a very young age. Mrs. Johnson slowly got me out of my shell. She walked in on me dancing in my room to some Britney Spears. I slammed the door in her face and screamed at her to knock. I thought for sure that I was going to be sent away when she came to the door. The next morning, she knocked on my door and told me we were leaving. My stomach dropped. I thought they were giving me back.

  When we got into the car, she was quiet until she pulled into a parking spot of what looked like a run-down building. My immediate thought was is she really leaving me here? She turned the car and shifted to face me. She gave me a watery smile and told me she knew that God had sent me to them. She hated that it took so long for me to get to them, but she was so glad that I was finally there. I didn't know what to say, so I might have cried a little instead. She also said that while I might not believe or trust her, they wanted me, warts and all. After helping me out of the car, she held my hand as she took me inside the building to my very first dance class. From then on, it took me a little longer to embrace Mr. Johnson but after a year with them, I finally felt like I was there to stay. They did everything for me, always making sure that I was the best me I can be. I started calling them mom and dad less than two years after that.

  I spent the next two years working my ass off doing different types of dance until I finally settled on contemporary. It is where my true passion is. When I turned fifteen, I auditioned for Rocky Mountain Dance-Off and got a part that's when I first met him, Aidan Murphy. He’s only three years older than I am and I fucking hate him. The rich boy attitude that always gets what he wants. I don’t think he has ever had to work for anything in his life. All of the girls hang all over him, but he only gives me that megawatt smile. He has these perfect matching dimples on each cheek and every Goddamn time he does it, it feels like he has set my body on fire. My heart beats faster and I feel drawn to him. He knows he is hot and I fucking hate it.

  I hate the way that just the thought of him putting his hands on my body makes my panties wet and my legs shaky. I was doing a pretty good fucking job keeping away from him until this season when the show told us they were going to pair us together. It’s not like I could really say no, I had just signed another year long contract with them. They had me by the metaphorical balls and I knew it.

  So, now here I am in the studio warming up. We decided that we were going to do our own choreography together. There is nothing I hate more than having to do someone else's choreography. After we are done stretching, we meet in the middle of the room.

  “I have some ideas for choreography, but I think we should do some basics and check our chemistry. Do you agree?” I ask.

  “I do,” I breathe. Fuck he is so close to me and it is taking everything in me not to let my eyes travel down his amazing body. He is a foot taller than my five three frame and his body is well defined. He isn’t bodybuilder buff but more like an athletic build. His dark emerald eyes look at me with so much intensity I have to look away.

  “Sure thing, Princess”

  “I am not your Princess,” I snap. He chuckles and grabs my hand pulling me into him

  “Okay, Calliope” I barely resist the urge to stomp my foot on his toes. Besides, the fact that they are probably insured for a million dollars.

  “It’s Calli.”

  “I’m not going to call you what everyone one else does. So, deal with it, Princess.” He gives me that stupid smirk and I curse my treacherous body for liking it. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

  “Fine are you ready, Shnookums?” I ask with a huge grin. Two can play at this game but it backfires when he just laughs and pulls me closer.

  “Ready, Princess.” Stepping into his arms, we start off slow then one song turns into two. My body starts to relax, and I let the music take hold of me. It's like we are one. No words are needed. It’s like he knows everything I am going to do.

  After I don’t know how long, we finally stop and I'm reluctant to let him go. What the fuck is wrong with me? I shake my head and step away. I look at the clock to make sure I am not late. Shit. I am. My rings as if on cue. How the fuck am I an hour late? Turning away from Aidan, I take the call. “Mom, I am so sorry I know we have plans. I forgot to set my alarm and now we are late. I still need a shower because I smell like crap. Is dad upset?” She laughs

  “Baby, I knew you were going to be late, so I told you that you needed to be here an hour before you actually needed to be here. You’re doing fine. Dad is excited for the cake that you made. I keep catching him trying to sneak a taste.” It’s my dad’s birthday and we are supposed to be going to dinner. Hanging up the call, I feel better about the fact that I am not actually late. Yet. Turning back to Aiden, I find him staring intently at me again.

  “I have dinner plans, so I’ll see you in the morning.”

  “Sounds good. Have a good evening,” he says as if he's disappointed.

  Booking it out of the studio, I realize just how lucky I am that my parents know how I get when I am dancing. I lose all track of time. I normally have to set an alarm, so I am not late, but I forgot to today. On today of all days. I shake my head as I get into my car.

  The damn man gets me all flustered. After an awesome dinner and cake with my parents, I head to bed determined to get a good night's sleep before I have to deal with the man that is making me want to break all my rules.

  3

  Aidan

  The next day, I am running late. After yet another sleepless night of jerking my cock to the thought of her, I stumbled into the studio where I am greeted to the sight of her bent over, grabbing her ankles. Fuck, it’s every fantasy I’ve ever had of her. Ever. Her tiny little black dance skirt has risen up and it looks like she has no panties on. When I shut the door harder than I meant to, she stands up. She is wearing an off the shoulder belly shirt that barely covers her tits. I see red. I have never seen her wear something so...provocative. I’d like to think that it’s just for me, but I know better.

  “What the fuck are you wearing,” I growl dropping my bag near hers and stalking over to her.

  “Excuse me?” she asks, glaring at me.

  “The
cameras will be here in two hours. You are completely inappropriately dressed to be on tv.”

  “Oh. I thought I looked cute,” she says sadly looking down at the floor. Well, shit. I grip her chin and lift her face to mine.

  “You look beautiful, Calliope.” Her eyes soften. “But that does not negate the fact that I don’t want anyone else seeing you like this.”

  “What if I want others to see me like this?” she asks, her sass coming back.

  “Are you looking to piss me off? Because it’s fuckin’ working,” I say still holding her chin. After several electrically charged minutes of us staring at each other she speaks again.

  “Are you going to kiss me, asshole?”

  Without another thought, I drop my hand from her face to her left hip and lower my head taking her lips. Son of a fucking bitch, the first taste of her is so much better than I thought it would be. She moans and I can’t hold back any longer. I won’t. My hands fist in her hair while hers grips the back of my t-shirt. I back her up to the mirror that lines the wall by the door. I lean over to lock it as well as pull the shade on the window. Thank fuck it’s the only window in the room. Calliope says nothing as I do this, she waits patiently for me. I have never seen her so calm. She looks almost serene and so ethereally beautiful. My cock has been hard since I walked into the room and was greeted with the sight of her seeming bare ass. I drag my hands over her ass, under the shirt and find a tiny thong nestled in the perfect globes of her thick ass. Years of dancing have made her body toned. My fucking mouth waters for her.

  “Aidan, please. Keep kissing me. Please. Please,” she begs me. I don’t need to be told twice, so I kiss her again.

  And again.

  And again.

  She melts into me and I know she’s mine. Not that I’d have taken no as answer to her being mine.

  “I have no intention of stopping, princess. You’re mine. Tell me you’re mine,” I say kissing down her neck. I bite her, knowing I’m leaving a mark on her tanned skin. It brings out the caveman in me that every other motherfucker in the world will see that she is taken. See that she is well-loved.