Page 169 of Sweet Temptation

Still didn’t like it. Didn’t like it one fucking bit that they were even looking at Summer, wondering what it was that Sanchuk was looking at—and why.

I did not like the Kings MC paying any attention to my woman at all.

Yeah, that’s right. In my head, she was my woman now.

And I hated that Blair Sanchuk had ghosted my team.

I hated all the fucking fanboys, too, all over Summer at the show. Hanging out before she went onstage, waiting to meet her. Trying to get backstage while she got ready.

They sent her drinks, more than she could ever drink. They offered her drugs. They invited her to afterparties.

It was the first show she’d played since we started fucking, and I hated how accessible she was to her fans—even more than I hated it before.

When she went onstage, they dangled on every note she played. They crammed themselves onto the dance floor. They sung along and jumped up and down and got sloppy drunk.

I stood at the edge of the stage for the whole show, just watching them. And studying the power she had over them. I wasn’t sure even Summer understood that power, but it was there.

If she asked them to donate money to some cause, they’d do it.

If she told them all to get naked, they probably would.

If she invited them all back to her place after the show, they’d all be there, with drunken bells on, having the night of their lives.

I was impressed and in awe of it as much as I was jealous of their desire to have a piece of her.

As she finished up her set, she spoke to them.

“Tonight, I’m gonna sign off with a song dedicated to my HOT new bodyguard.” The crowd screamed, and she threw me a look over her shoulder, smiling.

Even in the foul mood I was in, my dick throbbed at that look.

“You all may know it,” she said. “Because he’s musically challenged, though, I’m just gonna let him know this song is ‘The Girls’ by Calvin Harris.”

She wandered in my direction as the song started playing. She smiled at me again. I resisted the urge to reach for her as she spoke with Sledge for a moment. Then I escorted her backstage, walking her to her dressing room.

As I closed us inside and locked the door behind us, I asked her casually, “Do I get all the girls, in your estimation?” referring to the words in the song.

“Oh, I know you do,” she said, already sliding off the shimmery, blood-red bob wig she’d worn for the show. “The question is, do they get you?”

She turned to me, her heavily made-up eyes looking extra sultry, gazing at me from under the long lashes. I watched as she slipped off her slinky gold dress and let it pool around the sexy, strappy shoes at her feet.

Her lingerie, a matching bra and panties, were black and see-through, with patterns that looked kinda like spiderwebs… I could see her hard nipples through the mesh.

The panties were fucking tiny, and she hooked a thumb in them like she was considering whether or not to slide them right off.

And that was an invitation if I’d ever seen one.

I advanced on her and grabbed her wrists, lifting them over her head and pinning them to the wall with one hand. If anyone was taking off her panties right now, it was me.

I ripped them down as she lifted a leg, eager to be rid of them. I pulled her thigh up around my hip and undid my pants, letting the weight of my belt drop them to my knees. I tore my underwear down and grabbed my cock, angling it right where I wanted it. I was rock-hard already, and I shoved into her.

A few more thrusts and I was buried deep, my balls pressed right up against her heat.

I couldn’t get enough of her… being inside her like this.

I grabbed her neck with my free hand and angled her face to me. I kissed her, sinking my tongue into her at the same time I screwed my dick into her, hard, over and again.

She moaned against me as I hammered her up against the wall.

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