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Crouching down beside him, she took his mouth hard, happy when his eyes shot to hers and his lips clung back. “I’ve never come quite like that before, Damon.” Her heart beat hard from the admission.

The earlier sparkle returned to his aquamarine eyes. “I enjoyed doing it.”

Skylar laughed. “Yeah, you did. Don’t think I missed that erection.” She tilted her head, her smile spreading wider. “If I hadn’t been so limp in satisfaction, I so would have taken you.” She rose again, not bothering to drag on her clothes as she sauntered away. She needed to shower and hoped the remaining shiver in her legs didn’t make her melt to the bottom of the tub while she did.

Chapter 16

Damon swiped away the fog on the mirror, though the condensation started creeping over his reflection again. He’d had the best of intentions last night, but they had gone out the window when he’d woken up with his dick practically already in Skylar’s mouth. But that wasn’t what had stuck with him. If he’d had his way, she’d still be draped over his body as he brought her to orgasm yet again.

That supple softness that had come over her face, usually all angles and attitude, had squeezed him in the worst way. And he wasn’t talking about his dick.

Then there’d been her words. He’d nearly tumbled right there. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to lose his head over her, and they weren’t even really dating.

Hell, he’d told her shit he hadn’t told anyone. It was terrifying how much damage a woman like Skylar could do to him, and he’d handed her the ammunition.

He ran the towel over his hair again, hating how kiddish it looked all plastered against his head. Sick of his reflection, he pushed out into the bedroom, shivering when the cool air flowed over his too heated body.

After her manager had walked in on them, he hadn’t needed the cold shower like he’d expected. He wasn’t much of an exhibitionist. If he’d realized a camera was in the gym, that whole scene would have gone differently. Meanwhile Skylar hadn’t seemed to care that she’d been naked from the waist down in front of a wall of windows.

Damon had just finished dragging on his favorite loose jeans when Jimmy opened the bedroom door. His manager made a face, which he chose to ignore.

“I thought I tossed those,” Jimmy said, flopping onto the neatly made bed. “You look like shit in them.”

Damon grabbed the over-washed T-shirt he’d decided to pair it with and dragged it on. “I’ve got no one to impress today. Did you check into accessing the venue for the performance?”

Jimmy shoved up to a sitting position, reaching for his phone. “Yeah, yeah. I reached out, but they need to get back to me. Sorry, I should have set that up.”

Damon crossed to the closet, rummaging in the mostly empty suitcase. “I didn’t think of it until last night.”

“But I’m the one who should have.” Jimmy sighed. “Why do you put up with me?”

“Doing a performance this small isn’t exactly my norm.” Damon grabbed the blue hat he’d been looking for, pulling it down over his still damp hair. “What about the hotel? Is there a noise ordinance?”

“The acoustics with those windows will suck anyway. I found a place, but it was booked until noon.” Jimmy frowned down at the sheets, which were only wrinkled because of him. “You know, the hotel has staff to make the bed, Dame. Unless…” A smile spread across his face, but it was hard. “You and Skylar again, huh?”

Damon played with the bill of his cap. “Leave it alone.”

“Uh-oh.” Jimmy’s hand waved at Damon’s outfit. “I get the comfort clothes now. It’s okay, buddy. Skylar’s experience far outweighs yours. You were bound to suck.”

Damon flushed as he remembered that his performance had been the exact opposite of bad. “Fuck off,” he said, heading for the door.

Jimmy scrambled to follow.

His stomach rumbled, reminding him he hadn’t eaten the night before. He should have accepted Trenton’s offer to cook, but after all he’d heard about the nasty green smoothies, he’d been a little scared. He crossed into the kitchen, almost running into Skylar’s ass where she was bending to peer into the fridge.

She straightened, her customary smirk spreading across her lips before she reached up to drag the bill of his cap down. “Well, don’t you look adorable, Mr. Sweetface.”

Damon grabbed for his hat, adjusting it so he could see more than her bottom half. “Don’t start.”

Skylar stuck her tongue out before lifting her smoothie for a swig as she brushed past him to the living room.

He frowned at it. “Are those your main meals?”

Skylar flopped down on the couch. “We’re not all as naturally skinny as you.”

Damon crossed his arms, biting back his comment that she didn’t need to worry about how she looked. It surprised him she’d care so much, but she was in the spotlight, just as he was.

He’d maintained a strict diet for a while, but it had been more to bulk up. He took after his mom while Erin had gotten more genes from their dad. She enjoyed reminding him that she was taller.

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