Page 47 of Maggie

Chapter 14

Maggie

“Seriously?” Maggie said into her cell phone.

Wylder spooned behind her in bed, both of them naked, Wylder tracing circles on her bare stomach with his fingertips.

“Seriously,” her manager Paige said. “The Rock Hour has a cancellation and they need the band to play a set and do an interview with them. It’s good press. Plus, it’s really hard to get a spot on that show so this is a blessing.”

“When do they want us there?”

“Tomorrow night. They start filming at 7:00 in New York City.”

“That’s less than 24 hours away,” Maggie protested.

Paige said, “I know. I’m sorry it’s short notice. It couldn’t be helped — it’s a cancellation. It’s a great opportunity, though. The rest of the band has agreed to be there. Can you make it?”

Maggie sighed. She didn’t want to go, but she couldn’t let the band down. “Yes.”

“Great. Be at The Rock Hour’s studio in New York tomorrow at 6:00 for costumes and makeup.”

“Okay. I’ll be there.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Maggie ended the call and laid her phone on the nightstand.

She rested her head back against Wylder’s shoulder and settled her body into his. “Do you want to go to New York tomorrow?” she asked.

“Do you want me to go to New York tomorrow?” He kissed her shoulder and continued tracing her skin.

“If you wouldn’t mind. I have to go for a press thing.”

“I heard. It seems my girlfriend is in a famous band. Who knew?” He lightly bit her shoulder.

“It’s surreal. I feel like a normal person, not a celebrity. I don’t know why people think I’m anything special.”

He chuckled. “You’re awesome, that’s why people think you’re special.”

His hand trailed down her stomach and pubic bone. He dipped his fingers between her lips to her clit and slowly circled it.

“You’re so awesome, all I want to do is bury myself inside you and spend all my time there,” he whispered. “Maybe some of your awesomeness will rub off on me.” He kissed the nape of her neck and swirled his fingers.

She gasped. “I think you’re already awesome, but I won’t complain if you want to try.”

He chuckled against her skin.

“You’re such a dirty girl.”

“You’re such a dirty boy. I love your naughty talk. It turns me on so much.”

He slipped a finger inside her and slowly slid it in and out. “Perfect. Already so wet for me.”

She pressed her bottom back against him, which cradled his stiff, bare cock against her curves. “Already so hard for me,” she teased.

He growled and kissed her neck. He pressed a second finger into her, and she moaned when he pumped his fingers up and down. His thumb found her clit.

Wylder kept going steadily, maximizing her pleasure. He brought her close to orgasm then backed off repeatedly, driving her wild. Finally, she begged him to let her come.

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