Page 115 of Angel

A sudden burst of laughter shook my chest, a deep roar breaking through the quiet room.

I caught Roxy’s eyes on me, glowing with warmth, and my heart kicked hard.

I used to tangle with Evangeline’s chaos, thinking it exciting, but I realized this woman drove me wild yet made me feel safe at the same time.

Dipping my head, I pressed my mouth against her bare shoulder, breathing in her vanilla perfume and skin musk.

I reached over, pulling the duvet across our bodies before snapping off the bedside lamp.

I swept her hair off her nape, kissing her temple while hooking my thigh over hers, pinning her flush to me.

The post-sex quiet, the laughter, the intimacy of holding her close was heaven.

Yeah, I could do this for life.

ROXY

The morning Mediterranean sun flooded our balcony, painting the turquoise bay in blinding gold as the scent of fresh croissants and sea salt filled the air.

Angel and I stretched out on our suite’s wicker lounge chair.

I lay draped over him in one of his white cotton button-down shirts while he wore only black shorts.

‘If I don’t eat right now I’ll take a bite of you,’ I teased, leaning down to press a slow, syrup-sweet kiss against his collarbone. ‘I’m ravenous.’

For good reason; we must have made love three times since last night.

Angel’s calloused hand slid up my bare thigh, his thumb tracing small circles over my skin as a chuckle vibrated in his chest.

‘Then nibble away, babe,’ he rumbled, hooking two fingers under my chin to pull my lips back down to his for a deeper, lazy lip meld. ‘Thought I was the freaky one, when all along it was you.’

I blushed as I remembered how wild I got in bed, changing positions, bossing him, and bringing him to bliss with my mouth on his cock.

‘Was that me? Must have been some other floozy.’

He chuckled into my nape.

It took a hella lot to untangle myself and reach for the food on the coffee table in front of us.

We devoured fresh strawberries and flaky pastries between kisses, spilling crumbs across the cushions while laughing like two teenagers sneaking around.

Eventually, Angel checked his watch with a frustrated sigh, lifting me off his lap so he could stand up and stretch his tall, muscled frame.

‘I’ve an interview plus a label exec lunch about our possible new orchestral album to talk concept,’ he groused, running a hand through his hair.

Before heading toward the bathroom, he cupped the back of my neck and delivered a panty-melting kiss that left my head spinning and my knees weak.

Over the next three days, Angel and I fell into an effortless rhythm, making wild love over and over, insatiable, unable to get enough of each other.

In public, we held hands and traded quiet kisses, arms all over each other.

The band hooted and whistled whenever Angel pulled me into his lap at dinner one night, but their wide grins proved they loved seeing their once-jilted frontman at peace.

While Six Sinners handled their publicity and business meetings, Sofia and I explored Cannes.

We spent a bright afternoon exploring the winding, cobblestone alleys of Le Suquet, the medieval old town overlooking the sparkling harbor.

We browsed luxury boutiques along the Boulevard de la Croisette, buying designer sunglasses and silk scarves before heading down to the beach for lunch.