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“Uh, duh,” I snicker and strum into the darkness enveloping us, thankful to not be a part of the after-the-party parties that are keeping the attention of anyone still hanging out at the venue. It’s late as hell, but as long as my girl’s smiling, I’m staying. “Won’t take much.”

Cedar lets out a growly scoff. “I know a lot of songs.”

“I said grooves,” I correct. “As in riffs. Guitar parts. I’ll start easy.” She rolls her eyes and shifts her weight onto her back foot so that she can pop her hip and place her hands against her waist.

“Try me, smartass.”

Smirking, I tip my chin to the melody I’m already playing in question and let my eyes do a quick sweep to ensure that we’re still alone in the maze of equipment. “Then what’s this one?”

“Oh, fuck you.” Cedar’s hands drop, one coming up to her face to place a finger across those thick lips I’d rather be kissing—don’t push it, asshole. “It’s As Above.”

“Uh-huh,” I say with a quick nod. “Which one?”

Frozen in place like the thinking wheel is turning, Cedar’s smile drops when the song I play doesn’t sound the same without all the other shit behind it. Without the drums pounding the beat, or the rhythm guitar accenting the melody. Or Rex’s voice serenading a crowd of thousands.

Or played in the right pitch.

Because I’d rather see the sexy goddess naked on this empty stage than play clean.

Sue me.

“Dammit,” Cedar huffs, her hands going to the hem of her shirt before I can replay the riff and she’s ripping the short top over her head, letting it flitter to the floor.

“Fuck,” I growl at the sight of her not wearing any damn thing underneath, and my eyes settle right on her creamy and fully exposed tits.

I miss the mark, fumble the notes, and nearly haul my ass out of the stool.

“Well?” she pushes, with a hand gesture to the guitar. “What is it?”

Chuckling, I let my sight wander up her torso like a slow caress. “Next one.”

I change the melody, play a different riff, and grin when she growls.

“Fuck you.” Cedar pops the button on her shorts and lets the fuckers drop to her feet, stepping out of them without pause.

How my fingers keep working the strings, I don’t understand, because all blood rushes south at the sight of her naked in front of me.

Unwavering and panty-less.

Because she left the remnants of the ripped thong on my floor and it is now burning a hole in my pocket.

Sucking in a breath, I rake my gaze down her body in a hot once over that makes my cock throb and her hands go back to her bare hips.

“You got me, hotshot. Now what?”

Slamming my hand to the bridge, I stop all sound coming from the guitar and push to my feet. I stalk to her with thunderous steps, Cedar’s gaze tracking my every move as I slip the guitar behind me and rush her.

My hands are on her skin the second she’s within reach, tugging her against me as the body of the axe slaps against my ass at my sudden stop.

“Now.” I pause and tilt her chin up to look at me. “This.”

I slam my lips to hers and swallow the surprised squeak she lets loose. I see her eyes flash wide before closing mine and tilting my head. I swipe my tongue out and run it across her lower lip, silently begging for her to open those thick lips and let me in for a taste I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of.

God, yes.

She parts for me as her slender arms trail up my chest to wrap around my neck to pull me closer.

Diving in, our tongues clashing in the perfect battle for dominance, I slip an arm around her waist and haul her close enough to feel my cock against her belly as I step backwards.

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