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The second I open my mouth to respond, he takes advantage. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth. His taste of musk with a hint of mint hits me and I’m lost. I moan and he deepens the kiss. I grasp hold of his waist and haul him to me while his hands thread through my hair.

I feel his manhood lengthen and harden against my stomach and my panties dampen in response. I want to throw him down on the floor and have my wicked way with him. Disrobe him and discover all of his tattoos. Touch his naked skin with my hands and my mouth.

Clapping breaks out behind us and I startle. I forgot we weren’t alone.

“You’re trouble,” Gibson murmurs against my lips.

“Right back atcha.”

I am in so much trouble. I could barely keep my hands off Gibson before. But now that I’ve tasted him and felt his hands in my hair, I don’t know how I’ll resist him.

Like I said. Trouble.

Chapter 11

Spunky – an attitude Gibson can’t seem to resist

Gibson

“How’s Mercy doing?” Dylan asks as he plops down on the sofa next to me.

We’re sitting backstage waiting for the opening act to finish. I glance at the clock. They started five minutes ago. It’ll probably be another hour before we go on.

Usually I fill this downtime with women and booze. I scowl as I glance at the bar in the corner. My fingers itch to grab a beer but I’m not an alcoholic. I don’t need a drink.

Besides, I promised Mercy I wouldn’t drink while we’re on tour this week. Considering her past with her mom, I’m not breaking my promise.

I can’t believe my sassy girl had such a horrible childhood. I would have never guessed she had wounds she’s hiding. I refuse to be another wound she has to carry.

“I’m sure she’s fine,” I answer Dylan.

“You’re sure she’s fine or you know she’s fine?”

“She’s fine,” I repeat because I don’t know where he’s going with this interrogation but he’s going somewhere. And the best way to avoid further questioning is to stick to your story.

“How was she doing when you spoke to her today?”

“I haven’t…” I trail off when I realize he caught me.

Shit. A real boyfriend would phone his real girlfriend and not merely fantasize about her. I stand.

“I’m gonna make a call.”

I find an empty room. I can always find an empty room wherever the band is. In the past, I used the space to fuck fans. But I don’t fuck fans anymore.

“Hey.” Mercy sounds breathless when she answers the phone.

“You busy?”

“Mercury insisted I move his chair. He finally let me put up curtains but they don’t block the sun enough for him. Apparently, he’ll wither and die if the sun touches his skin. I think he’s a vampire.”

“Vampires don’t age.”

“Damn. There goes my theory on why he avoids the sun.”

I chuckle.

“Shouldn’t you be on stage somewhere thrilling fans and making them want to throw themselves at you?”

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