by Aly Martinez
Not after the way I felt when his eyes repeatedly landed on me as if I had been the only one in attendance. Every step he took on that stage was carefully choreographed as part of his performance, but every stolen glance my way was like foreplay. I felt each one in my balls.
He knew what he was doing.
I knew what he was doing.
And, as soon as I got Jessica involved, I knew what we would be doing.
I was fucking starving, but it wasn’t for dinner.
Henry would absolutely be fed though.
I groaned to myself and closed my eyes, desperately trying to think about anything other than his mouth wrapped around my cock, devouring me from base to tip.
“You okay?” Jessica asked in a gentle voice.
My eyes popped open and I turned my attention her way.
She was cute. Great tits. All of that deep-red hair I could wrap around my fist as I fucked her. Her toned legs would have looked amazing wrapped around my hips as I drove inside her.
My dick didn’t even twitch.
At least, not until I added Henry into my little fantasy.
His mouth traveling up my neck, to my ear, sucking before his deep, raspy voice whispered my name. His hands teasing up my abs, plucking my nipples, and then making their way into my hair. He’d give it a hard tug, forcing me to cry out in pain right before he’d seal his mouth over mine, swallowing my pleas for more.
“Evan?” Jessica whispered when I didn’t answer.
Blinking rapidly, I dragged myself out of what could have very easily become my first wet daydream.
Shifting to hide the bulge in my jeans, I replied, “Yeah?”
“You looked lost.” She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and looked away in a wasted effort to be coy.
I needed her to be brazen. I had enough work in front of me with Henry. If I was going to make this happen, I had to pull his attention away from Tabitha the Twat long enough for him to agree to Jessica.
“I wonder what’s taking so long?” Tabitha whined while fixing her hair in the mirror. Again. For the fiftieth time.
Over the last thirty minutes, I’d discovered that, while Tabitha was absolutely beautiful to look at, she was a raging hemorrhoid to be around. She had bitched about everything, including the fact that Carter had escorted us to Henry’s dressing room after the show. Despite the fact that Jessica had said that Henry had been preoccupied and distant at dinner, Tabitha had still gotten her thong in a knot that he hadn’t worn her on his arm while he did…well, whatever the hell famous musicians did after a concert.
Henry had made it clear to me on the plane that Tabitha was his, but I wasn’t sure I could stay hard with her in the same room.
No. Jessica was our girl.
She would be the physical barrier that made my desperate need to be with Henry safe. Her very presence would take our interaction from off-limits to open season.
I smiled to myself, and then I slung my arm around her shoulders and pulled her into my side. “I was lost. But I’m back now.” I winked and mentally counted the shades of pink her cheeks flashed through on their journey to red.
Four.
None were even remotely as appealing as Henry’s natural bronze.
“I bet he fires that guy who put us back here,” Tabitha said, pacing the room.
I dramatically rolled my eyes, which made Jessica giggle. She shifted closer into my side, and I smiled down at her. That smile fell seconds later when Henry came flying into the room.
“I’m so sorry! I got out of there as soon as I—” The words died in his mouth when his eyes landed on me.
But they didn’t just land on me. They landed on my hand—which was wrapped around Jessica’s waist.
“Hey, baby,” Tabitha purred, moving to his side.
Henry remained frozen as she sidled up beside him. The sad surprise in his gaze locked on my hand pained me.
And then it set me ablaze.
I fucking loved the disappointment that contorted his handsome face.
There was no way to misinterpret his feelings.
He wanted me.
And he was afraid I wanted her.
It might have made me an asshole, but I had to fight a smile back. There wasn’t any point in pretending I didn’t want him too. As much as I enjoyed a good game of cat and mouse, I enjoyed the bypass-the-bullshit, get-on-your-knees-so-I-can-fuck-your-mouth game more.
“Henry,” I called, his mask falling into place as he lifted his eyes to mine. I released Jessica and took two long strides in his direction. “Can I have a word with you in private?”
He nodded robotically, his eyes flashing back to Jessica before he silently followed me out the door.
Tabitha groaned her objection, but Henry’s only reply was to snap his fingers to silence her. Her face was priceless.
I nearly took a header into Carter’s chest when we exited the room.
“Everything okay?” he asked, glancing over my shoulder at Henry.
“That room empty?” I pointed at the door across the hall. “I need to have a word with Henry. Alone.”
His eyebrows popped in surprise, but a slow smirk formed on his lips. “Yep. Sam and Levee just left. It’s all yours.”
I didn’t acknowledge Henry, but I felt him follow me.
Carter’s brow furrowed as we passed, and when I glanced back at Henry, I understood why. Deep lines of unease were visible on his forehead.
When we entered the dressing room, I found that it was nearly identical to the one we’d just left. Minus Beauty and the Beast, though, of course.
It was clean. Well kept. But completely generic. The blank walls were better suited for dirty, drunken rock stars than the kind and classy Levee Williams. Or even the smooth and sexy Henry Alexander.
“I’m glad you made it,” Henry finally spoke, walking to the fridge nestled in the corner. He retrieved a beer and then offered one in my direction.
We weren’t going to be there long enough for me to finish it, so I shook my head.
“You’re my boss,” I announced, settling on the arm of the brown leather sofa.
He shrugged and tipped the beer to his lips. “So I see you cozied up with Jessica.”
I didn’t know Henry well at all. I actually barely knew anything about him that I hadn’t read on the Internet. But I did know that, regardless of how hard he’d tried to play that statement off as innocent, it was still an accusation.
Jealousy wasn’t attractive on anyone.
Except for Henry Alexander when it was over me.
Then it was fucking beautiful.
My lips twitched in synchronization with my cock.
His eyes dropped to my mouth and then narrowed.
“I need to know my job is safe,” I said, linking my fingers together and resting them in my lap.
“Safe from what?”
I sighed, and for the first time since I’d found the Transformer porn on my hotel TV, I felt a twinge of doubt. “I really can’t afford to lose this job. I can’t believe I’m even considering doing this with my boss.” I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose.
“Doing what with your boss?” he asked in an ominous whisper.
He must have moved fast, because when I opened my eyes, his beer had been discarded and he was staring down at me, wearing all the confidence in the world. It was a stark comparison to the downcast man from only moments ago.
The air crackled as he waited for me to reply. It wasn’t a loaded question, and I had no fear about answering. But, with him so close, holding me captive with the dark desire filling his eyes, I was scared for a completely different reason.
There wasn’t a woman in sight, and I’d willingly put myself in this position. I’d gotten too cocky, and in a single moment of weakness, he’d pounced.
I pushed to my feet, attempting to regain the upper hand, but even with my height and weight advantages, Henry was still in complete control. He took another step toward me, forcing
me to retreat or collide with his chest.
I regretted my choice to back away, as it only gave him more power.
“You haven’t answered me yet, Evan.”
My name rolled off his tongue with such a practiced ease that I wondered how many times he’d said it since we’d met.
In the shower?
In his bed?
Late at night, with his hand pumping his dick?
And would it sound as good as it whispered across my skin while I was inside him?
Damn it. I should have brought Jessica with us.
My body jolted when my back hit the wall. I hadn’t even realized I’d been moving away.
His strong jaw ticked, and the muscles on his neck tensed. “Do what with your boss, Evan?”
Why does he keep saying my name?
Dear God, please keep saying my name.
He put his palm on the wall next to my head and leaned in close. He was careful not to touch me, but the lack of contact only intensified the sparks exploding inside me.
The tip of his tongue snaked out to dampen his lips, and I couldn’t help but mirror the action.
“I don’t usually do stuff like this,” I mumbled, suddenly caring what he thought of me.
“Good,” he replied, fighting a grin back.
“I don’t want anything to do with Tabitha.”
He cocked his head to the side, but his grin grew into a full-blown, breathtaking smile. “Another good.”
My heart pounded at his proximity. There were still several inches between our bodies, but our noses could have brushed with the slightest bit of effort. Our lips only slightly more.
God, I wanted the more.
Why, oh fucking why, hadn’t I seen this coming and brought Jessica?
And why, oh fucking why, was I standing there like a bitch, unable to formulate a complete thought.
I cleared the suffocating sexual tension from my throat and demanded, “Tell me my job is safe.”
His eyes sparkled with amusement. “You have a one-year contract with me. No matter what you do with me, that will remain intact.”
“Give me your word.”
His teeth raked over his bottom lip. “I’ll give you anything you want, Evan.”
Again with the name.
I shivered in the most non-masculine way possible. “I…I want your word. That no matter what happens. My job is safe. And you don’t run your mouth about it. It stays our secret.”
His shoulders gave the oddest flinch, which he quickly tried to hide with an insincere chuckle. But the light in his eyes had dimmed so low I was afraid I’d never see them flicker again.
And it should be known that I was desperate to see that mischievous glint again.
Gripping his waist, I spun so fast he didn’t have a chance to react. My chest slammed into his as I pinned him against the wall. Hip to torso, our bodies were flush. He could probably feel my cock thickening against his leg, but I was more worried about suppressing the moan at the feel of his growing against mine. Long. Thick. Promising.
Teasing my nose against his, I breathed, “Tell me my job’s safe.”
He barely managed to squeak, “Your job’s safe.”
“Good,” I breathed just before slamming my mouth over his.
The shock registered in his eyes for only a second before they fluttered shut. Pushing and pulling, our tongues dueled in a rough kiss. He met me stroke for stroke, twisting and gliding.
He lifted his hands and began exploring my shoulders and my back, and my focus faltered, struggling to choose which sensation felt better—his fingers or his mouth. I needed to remove one from the equation, and releasing his mouth wasn’t an option. Using a knee, I pushed between his legs, allowing my hips to take over my hold on him. I couldn’t risk him trying to regain his control. I had a strong suspicion that, if he did, we’d be finishing this before Jessica could even make it across the hall.
Grasping his wrists, I pressed them to the wall on either side of him. He moaned, and I swear to God I tasted it. His pure, carnal need filled my senses.
Slanting my head at every possible angle, I tried to get closer. It was a futile effort, because with one taste, I knew close enough with Henry didn’t exist.
I also knew I was going to try anyway.
With no other way to move, his hips rolled against mine—his hard-on finding brief friction with mine.
Fuck.
Shit. That felt good.
Too good.
And it dragged me out of the moment.
Rules were a real bitch like that.
But the reasons for the rules were even worse.
My chest heaved as I quickly stepped away. I couldn’t catch my breath, not while staring at his swollen and bruised lips. The scruff on my chin had left red marks across his mouth, and I’ll be damned if the sight didn’t make me want to go back for seconds.
With wide eyes, he lifted his hand to his lips. Gone was his confident smirk, but if possible, the sexual fog was even better. It made me want more than just seconds.
And I didn’t have to wait long before Henry gave them to me.
He stormed forward, crashing his mouth against mine. His hands flew into my hair, holding me to him as his tongue pillaged my mouth. It was raw but far from harsh.
Sliding his hands down to my ass, he ground himself against me. We both groaned at the contact.
“Please,” he breathed into my mouth.
What he wanted wasn’t lost on me.
I just couldn’t give it to him.
He kept at my mouth while his fingers drifted down my chest. They paused to brush over my nipple before continuing to my abs. The cool air met my stomach as he pressed my shirt up and snuck his hand underneath.
“Fuck. Your body. Insane,” he moaned, teasing his way over the ripples of my abs.
A smile crept across my mouth at his praise. Henry could no doubt have any man he wanted, and there he was—with me.
Hard as a fucking rock.
Speechless over my body.
Me.
And I was about five seconds from letting him have me. At least physically.
If I didn’t end this until I could get Jessica in the middle, it was going to ruin everything I had promised myself over the last decade.
I couldn’t go back down that road.
Not even for Henry.
Fuck… Especially not for Henry.
His fingers had just slipped into the waistband of my jeans when I backed out of his reach.
“Evan?” he called, but my senses were finally reemerging.
Wiping my mouth on the back of my arm, I said, “That. Can’t—” I stopped when a strange emotion passed over his face. It looked a lot like understanding, as if it were a moment he’d been waiting for. I arched an eyebrow but continued. “That can’t happen again.”
He immediately lifted his hands in surrender but sauntered toward me. “Okay. Just calm down. It’s fine.”
It wasn’t. Because I wanted it—and so much more—to happen again.
He didn’t stop advancing until he was in my space.
Not touching me.
Just hovering.
“It’s okay. I promise,” he whispered.
I wanted to kiss him again.
I wanted him to kiss me again.
Instead, I fisted my hands at my sides to keep from touching him.
“So let’s forget that happened. No one will know.” His warm breath breezed across my jaw. “Your job is safe, Evan.”
Stop saying my name! I’m the only one in the room!
“Do you still want to go to dinner? We could go back to my suite and order up some food if that would make you more comfortable. I’ll get rid of the girls—”
“No.” I interrupted. “Get rid of Tabitha. Jessica stays.”
His mouth formed a thin line. “Right. Jessica.”
I couldn’t help the twitch of my lips. A reaction he definitely noticed.
Pointing at the wall
where I’d just had him pinned, I said, “That won’t happen again. I don’t do the gay thing, Henry.”
He swayed away, but I caught him at the back of his neck.
“However, if we add Jessica, I think we might be onto something.”
His eyes flared wide. “Add Jessica?”
“Threesome. I’m sure you know how to share.” I curled my hand into the blond hair at the nape of his neck.
“I, uh…” he stammered.
“That’s my offer, Henry. I can’t fuck Tabitha. I’m afraid my dick would freeze off.”
His eyes nervously searched mine. “Evan, I…”
I stepped away and began smoothing my mussed shirt down. “Don’t stress. I’ll convince Jessica. Your job is figuring out how to get the house to fall on the wicked witch.”
His eyes lit and his smile returned. “Did you just use a Wizard of Oz reference?”
I ignored his question. “Deal?”
He swallowed hard and glanced over my shoulder at the door. “Um…”
No um.
Um was unacceptable when my balls were aching for this man. He could fuck Tabitha on his own time. If I was going to risk the best job I’d ever had to be with him, um shouldn’t have been in his vocabulary.
I wasn’t above playing dirty.
“Deal?” I repeated, adjusting my hard-on in my jeans.
His eyed jumped down at the movement, and then he swallowed hard. “Yeah. Deal.”
A huge smile spread across my face as I headed toward the door.
I didn’t look back.
But, some hours later, I’d wish that I had.
Because, in my haste to get Jessica and then get the hell to the hotel, I completely missed the paralyzing panic etched across Henry’s face.
IT TOOK EVERY ounce of self-restraint I possessed not to dive across the limo and pull the silky, red hair from her head. I wasn’t a violent person. And anyone could see that Jessica was a sweet girl. However, if I had to watch her whisper one more word in Evan’s ear, I was going to end up in jail.
She was sitting sideways on the seat with her knees hooked over his thigh, and his hand was lazily caressing her leg.
Caressing.
Her.
Leg.
The same hands that, not twenty minutes earlier, had been cupping my jaw as he’d kissed me to the point of insanity. The same hands that had grabbed my ass in a fevered rush to grind his dick against mine. The same hands I wanted wrapped around my shaft when I came in his mouth.