Paper Rules Part 1

Brooklyn loves to dance, and she throws every inch of herself into it. She needs the same fire from anyone who steps onto the floor with her. When Skye shows up at the Company, the air crackles, but Brooklyn's eyes stay locked on Markus. He meets her gaze across the studio, heat rising fast. She drops to her knees in the dim corner of the rehearsal space, takes him in her mouth, working deep until her throat stretches around him. She holds the rhythm, sucks harder, lets spit slide down her chin. Her bush brushes his thigh as she twists her body into the next position. Markus grips her hair, thrusts, and she takes it, mouth hot, eyes locked on his. He pulls her up, spins her, parts her cheeks. She bends over the barre and he drives into her ass, raw and steady, the slap of skin echoing off the mirrors. Every stroke lands deep. Brooklyn grinds back, hungry for more. The studio stays dark. They stay locked together until she shudders and he follows, both of them slick and spent against the cool wood.