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“You four need showers, pronto,” I say between laughs.
“Hell no, we need to party!” Gareth responds with a scoff. “The ladies like us dirty. Isn’t that right, Knox?”
Ryan’s eyes are trained on me. “Yeah they do.”
I swallow the smile before it can reach my lips, and shake my head.
“Alright then, you guys go be dirty somewhere else. I need to go wash your stench off of me before I ruin my sheets with sweaty rock star germs.”
“So I take it that means you won’t be joining us?” Gareth asks before poking out his bottom lip in a dramatic faux pout.
I shake my head, “Not tonight, I have tons of work to get done before next week."
“Don’t let her lie to you,” Ryan remarks as he lets out a laugh. “She’ll probably be sitting in her bed with a plate of room service and watching The Bachelor.”
He remembered.
My mouth falls open and the guys share a laugh. I narrow my eyes at the lead singer but he shoots me a wink and I can’t help but smile.
They begin to file down the stage stairs and toward their dressing rooms, and when Ryan passes, his fingers quickly graze my own.
The small gesture sends a zing through my body, and despite all my best efforts, I begin to count down the seconds until I have him all to myself again.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Juliet
The knock at my door almost stops my heart, and when I stand on my tiptoes to peer through the tiny peephole, what I see nearly brings me to my knees.
He’s standing there, propped against the frame with one arm. He’s leaning, head cocked to the side, with a devilish grin on that beautiful face.
I breathe before sliding the chain lock open and turning the handle so he can enter.
He’s in and somehow already has his hands on me before the door shuts behind him, and a layer of sweat still coats his skin from the show. He pushes my back against the wall and takes my mouth. His soft lips move against mine, and I moan into his mouth when his tongue grazes mine. The kiss overpowers me. Overwhelms me.
And when he carries me to the bed, I open my legs for him, granting him access to do whatever he pleases with my body.
I arch against the sheets when one of his large, calloused hands finds my breast. Even through my nightgown, I can feel the roughness. Two fingers slide my panties to the side and dip inside me.
His other hand leaves my breast and finds the hem of my gown. While those fingers work, I sit up just enough so I can pull the gown over my head with his help.
His mouth descends on my nipple, lavishing it with attention. His thumb rubs and circles that perfect place, and I arch further, eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“Good girl,” he breathes out, and I clench around his hand. “Just like that.”
The orgasm that builds is staggering. I am seconds away from being reduced to putty in his hands. If he stops, if he slows, I would beg. I would beg this man to make me feel these things over and over again.
“I want to make you unravel for me, Juliet.” His hot breath dances on my skin.
I groan; every muscle in my body pulled taut as my nerve endings fire off.
He takes it all in, and when he dips his fingers inside me again, I still.
He brings the finger to his lips, and one corner of his mouth curves up.
He slides his finger deep into his mouth, lips wrapped around it. He sucks as he pulls it back out as if he’d just dipped it in cake batter.
My mouth drops open. Nothing will ever be as fucking hot as this man sucking my come from his fingers.
