Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Fuck the world; I want you for my girl
I’m dying to grind into you
Bend over and spread your legs
I’m not ashamed to beg
Did you hear what I said
Come here, baby. I want you in my bed
If I think I’m stunned by the sultry verse spilling from his lips, I’m reeling when he starts to groan the chorus. I’m hot and wet from his pleas for something hot and dirty. Something I shouldn’t want to give him, but at this moment, I damn sure want to.
My chest heaves as I pant. I’m dripping wet as his voice fills the stadium, making promises of ecstasy. He’s making it clear he’s talking to me.
This Saga will continue
Every time you let me in you
Drip, drip, baby, make me soaking wet
Imma eat you up until you drip down my neck
Drip, drip, gorgeous, make me soaking wet
You’ve made me your slave; now come and collect
This Saga has just begun
This ride is yours; come have some fun
My name falling off his lips is like sex itself. I lean into his words, yearning to hear them closer. Like, in my ear, while he makes good on his promises of pleasure.
Those blue eyes are locked on me as his voice drips sex. I’m winded from the thought of riding him to this exact song. I can’t imagine what the other women in the audience feel.
The raw rasp of his voice, as he croons, has me trembling and panting. I lick my lips and shift on my heels. Bishop’s eyes drop to my hips and he smiles. Shaking his head, he turns back to the audience.
I don’t even hear the rest of the song. I’m too busy, lost in thoughts of letting him make me call his name. I lift my hand to fan my face but think better of it and smooth it over the back of my hair.
I snap back to reality when I realize I’m supposed to be recording this. I stop the recording on my phone and shove it in my pocket. My gaze lifts just in time to find Bishop standing in front of me.
“Did you like it?” he asks as he stares down at me.
“It was… Yeah, I liked it,” I reply.
He dips his head and kisses my cheek. I look up into his eyes when he pulls away. My cheek tingles with the sizzle he leaves behind.
“Thanks, Saga.”
“For?”
“Giving me something to sing about,” he replies and moves past me.
Well, damn.
I’ll be needing to get a change of panties. I don’t know what just happened, but I know I need to reinforce the wall between me and my boss. This has messy written all over it.
“Don’t fuck up this job, Saga,” I whisper to myself.
Bishop
I don’t know if I’m more pissed at Jag or with myself. I let him get in my head. I’ve been distant with Saga because of his words. That song I played tonight came from a place of anger and desire.
“You all right, Bishop?” Dwayne asks.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I say, sipping at the same beer I’ve been nursing since we arrived.
I had to walk away from Saga earlier. Those tight blue jeans and heels have been fucking up my head all night. I want to peel them off and bury my face in that fat pussy.
From the look in her eyes, if I pushed now, she’d let me. Yet, I’m trying not to go there. I’m going to keep my word. As long as she works for me, I’ll keep reeling it in.
You idiot, why’d you make such a stupid promise?
I haven’t a clue, but I’m regretting it as I watch her hips sway on the dance floor. I don’t usually come out to these after-parties. The guys do, but I normally carry my tired body to the bus or hotel and pass out.
When my drummer, Thrush, asked Saga to join the rest of the band and she said yes, I knew I’d be going along. Now, I wish I’d gone to the hotel. I want this woman so bad, my bones ache.
“Fuck this,” I mutter as I push from my seat and head out to the dance floor.
I give the guy dancing behind Saga a death glare. He backs away as I stop to tower over him and Saga. I give him a nod, reassuring his ass he made the right move.
I plant my hands on Saga’s hips and she opens her eyes to look up at me. She parts her lips and widens her eyes, but her body comes to me without protest.
With our eyes locked on each other’s, I start to sway us to the rhythm of the beat. Saga moves with me, moving her hands to my waist. I bite my lip and let my eyes fall to her full breasts. The V of her T-shirt gives me a view that I admire.