Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
“Damn straight you are,” he says as his hands drop to my ass and lift me into his strong arms. His lips come down on mine as he turns and starts walking to the bed, but I pull back, a stupid grin on my face.
“Don’t even think about it,” I laugh, knowing just how carried away we can get. “You know damn well that there’s a full team meeting starting in . . .” I glance at the clock on the wall, my eyes widening. “Oh shit! It’s already started!”
“It’s fine,” he murmurs, nuzzling into the side of my neck and making me groan as his lips and tongue work over my skin. I feel him harden between us, and as he grinds against me, my eyes roll in the back of my head. “They won’t even know we’re not there.”
“You’re the lead singer of the band. They’ll more than notice that you’re not there.”
Ezra groans, and as his lips meet mine, my eyes widen in horror, and I pull back, breaking our kiss. “Oh my god,” I breathe in horror. “They’re going to assume we’re doing it.”
He arches a brow and holds my stare. “And?”
“And?” I squeak, fighting his hold until he has no choice but to put me down. “Every moment we’re not there, they’re already assuming you’re ten inches deep. I work with these people. I need them to have some level of respect for me.”
“They do.”
“Yeah,” I scoff. “They respect the fact I’m Axel’s sister and the girl who was somehow able to reel in the spiraling rockstar. But I want them to respect me for the fact that I’m good at what I do.”
Ezra holds my stare, and I watch as his begins to soften. “Don’t start acting like you don’t already know how much they already respect you. They know you’re good at what you do. They can see it, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Lenny offered you to go on tour with every fucking band he represents. I’ll be fucking pissed, but not surprised.”
“Pissed?”
“Mm-hmm,” he murmurs, stepping into me. “You’re mine, Rae. I’ve already let you go once before, and I’m not doing it again, and especially not for some job. Besides, once this tour wraps and your contract is up, don’t be surprised if Lenny begs you on his hands and knees to represent Demon’s Curse indefinitely.”
My eyes widen. “You think he’d do that?”
“If the conversation I had with him last week is anything to go by, then yeah. He’s already sniffing around and wanting to know what your plans are following the tour.”
“And you said?”
“Nothing that we don’t already know.”
“Which is?”
Ezra grins and lifts his fingers to my chin, gently raising it until my eyes are locked on his. “That wherever you are, I’ll be. Even if it means I’ve gotta chase your fine ass around the globe.”
“Oooh, how the tables have turned,” I tease. “How’s it feel being the one who’s doing all the chasing now?”
Ezra shakes his head, his eyes dancing with laughter. “Baby, I’ve been chasing you since the day I met you, and nothing is about to change that. I’ll keep chasing you ’til the day I die.”
Everything melts inside of me as a stupid smile pulls at the corners of my lips. “That was definitely the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said.”
Ezra laughs and finally releases his hold around me before crossing the room and letting his towel drop, showing off his delicious ass. I groan. Maybe I was a fool to give up hot sex for a team meeting. “Quit staring at my ass, Raleigh Stone,” he says as he continues walking away.
“Never gonna happen.”
Ezra glances over his shoulder, a wicked smirk resting on his lips. “Just so you know, after the show tonight, I’m gonna bend you over that balcony, spread those pretty thighs, and just when you can’t take the anticipation a moment longer, just when you’re begging me to take you, I’m going to fuck you until your sweet little cunt is spasming on my cock and your knees can no longer hold you up.”
Well, fuck.
All I can do is stare at him as he drags a pair of black jeans up his thighs, not bothering with underwear and leaving the button undone. He reaches for a shirt next, and as he lifts his arms over his head and his abs and pecs stretch out, I’m pretty sure I come.
“Whatcha waiting for?” he asks me when his shirt settles into place, and he reaches for the button of his jeans, acting as though I’m the one holding us up for this big team meeting.
“That wasn’t fair.”
He smirks at me, and my stomach releases a million fluttering butterflies. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Asshole.
Finally able to pull myself together, we make our way down to the function room on the second floor of the hotel. It’s big enough to be used for weddings and special events, and while our team definitely isn’t that big, I appreciate the hotel making the arrangements to accommodate us. It was either this or we overcrowd their restaurant, and honestly, I thought that was a dick move.