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“Safe travels,” those with a drink said, toasting to them.

“We’ll miss you like usual, but this is the gig,” Erin said with a shrug.

“Oh, I’m calling all the time.” Blake bounced the baby strapped to his chest. “Dibs at night, okay?”

Damon laughed. “I perform at night.”

Skylar snorted. “I’ll say.”

Their friends laughed as Damon blushed again. As their conversations continued to swirl, Skylar leaned close again. “Me too. I’m looking forward to more time. Fucking too much.”

He pulled her close, seeing nothing but hope ahead for the overwhelming emotion that was making his chest feel so tight. He had more than enough love to carry for both of them for a while.

Chapter 32

The door to Damon’s dressing room burst open, and Skylar rushed inside, zippers jangling. The sight of her, there finally, even though she shouldn’t have been since the recording was supposed to take another couple of days, eased the sadness he’d been feeling without her.

“Skylar, I—”

Her mouth devoured his, her hands already going for his pants. His head spun, but he didn’t try to stop her. Instead, he gripped her face and gave as good as he got.

Her hands managed to get his fly open, but she could only shove his tight pants so far. She grabbed his bare ass as she pressed against him. “Fuck, why aren’t you wearing your comfy jeans?”

Damon laughed even as he pulled her tighter against him, already desperate for her. He kissed her again, his tongue thrusting inside to tangle with hers.

“Goddammit, Skylar, at least shut the door,” Mandy said from behind them, slamming it shut herself, and Damon flushed as he realized how many people could have looked in.

Skylar laughed, poking him in the cheek. “How can you still blush?” Her hand was on him, gripping tightly as she stroked. “Mmm, I see you missed me.” She pulled a condom out of her pocket, quickly rolling it on. “Fuck, I need you inside me.”

“I need that, too,” Damon admitted, his hands sifting into her hair. The tension in her drifted away even as she shoved her own shorts and underwear down.

“Two weeks was too long to go without sex.” She dragged him down to the ground, already crawling over him. “I’ve never gone this long before. Any quick fuck used to ease the pressure. I missed that.” Her wet entrance proved how much she wanted it, but she’d frozen above him. Her hands twisted in his shirt. “Shit, I wouldn’t. You know that, right? I love to fuck, but I only want to fuck you now.” Her face twisted in a scowl as she stared into his eyes.

Damon loved her so much. His hands found her hair again. “It’s nice to hear, but I know. I trust you, Skylar.” The frustration fell from her face. Her expression was the one that squeezed his heart even though she’d never said the words. He ached to be inside her. “Are you done with me already?” he asked.

“Fuck no.” She lowered herself, enveloping his erection until he was buried deep inside. They both groaned as she held still, savoring the sensation. “Damn. How am I so close already?”

Her words only made the ache sweeter. His hand moved to where they were joined, and she shivered. His finger drifted up, stroking her clit.

“Damon, I’m seriously going to—” She gasped as the orgasm hit her.

She was so beautiful, he thought, stroking her through it and focusing on how much more he wanted to keep himself in check while her inner muscles clenched around him.

Her breath whooshed out when it was over. Then her thighs tightened on his hips and she began to move. She didn’t lead up to it. No, Skylar rose and slammed back down, again and again, deep thrusts that worked for them both. His hand started to move away from her so he could clutch her hips instead, but she bit her lip and shook her head.

“No, I want—” She groaned as she thrust down again.

He moved back to her clit to resume his strokes. “This?”

“Yes,” she hissed as her thighs clenched.

He followed her movements, giving her the pressure she loved.

“Oh fuck!” she cried out as the second orgasm hit her. She continued to move through it, bringing him to the edge of his own release. He grabbed her hips as her clenching faded, helping to angle her back even as he thrust up, right over where she needed it. Skylar’s movements became erratic, desperately seeking more pressure. Their breathing shifted to gasps as they thrust together. When his release tore through him, she was with him.

Skylar slumped down to his chest, Damon’s favorite place to have her. He hugged her to him, rubbing her back. “Did I mention I missed you?” he murmured.

Skylar snorted. “I’ll say.” She kissed his neck, that absentminded brush of lips one he cherished.

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