Page 116 of House of Desire

A choked laugh escapes me. “Are you serious? Dominic? Your brother, Dominic?”

“He told her how he went to all three of her shows last year, which was news to me, I have to admit. I didn’t think he even listened to pop music. And then she said she’d get him backstage passes and take him on a tour of the entire thing.”

“Holy shit. What if you end up being the sister-in-law of Ryan Jade?” I ask her, partially joking.

“He said he was going to marry her. Could you imagine? But Dom is one of the good ones. She’d be lucky to date him.”

“But it worries you. I can see it in your eyes,” I say as we sway to the quartet.

“She writes very autobiographical songs and her fans are intense, to put it nicely. If they don’t work out, it could go very badly for Dom. So yes, I’m worried.”

“I think that’s a choice he’ll have to make, but knowing Dom, even if they didn’t work out, it wouldn’t be because he was treating her badly.”

“You’re right. But as his sister, I’m supposed to be worried. I would hate to never be able to listen to her music again in solidarity with my brother.”

“Yes, what a burden in exchange for his possible happiness.” She smacks my arm, laughing.

We sway for a moment more and I can’t take it any longer.

“Anastasia.”

“Parker,” she mimics, dropping her voice.

“Come to any decisions lately?”

She taps a finger against her chin, humming in contemplation.

“I might have.”

By the sparkle in her eyes, I can tell she’s going to make me ask directly. But I’ll do it. I’ll do anything she wants.

“What did you decide?”

Her eyes fill with tears, but I know this time it’s not because she’s going to walk away from me.

“Parker.” She says my name with so much love, I know I want to hear her say it that way forever. Movement catches her eye as we notice a camera that has focused us.

I turn back to her. “Wait. I want this to just be ours. Come home with me after this and tell me then?” I whisper.

“Sounds perfect to me.”

The moment the door to my truck slams shut, I yank Anya over to me and take her mouth in a searing kiss. There is no finesse in the kiss, only desperation until she pulls back from me. Once our dance ended, we mingled separately. My eyes couldn’t stay off of her for too long and she seemed to have the same issue. Each glance had more and more heat until I was ready to combust right there.

“Drive,” she commands, and I can’t do anything but comply. We’re leaving her car, but we’ll worry about that tomorrow. Tonight, I need my hands all over her.

“Pull your dress up and spread your legs,” I tell her as I pull out of the parking lot and get onto the highway. Her breathing stutters as she pulls at the material.

Cruise control is an amazing thing, the best invention on the planet, I decide as I reach over and begin running my fingers through her slickness before finally sinking two deep inside her.

Her moan is beautiful as she clenches around me.

“You’re so wet for me,” I groan as I curve my fingers, hitting the spot that makes her legs shake.

“Don’t stop,” she begs, nails cutting into my forearm.

She comes with a shout as I take the off ramp and book it to my house. My tires almost squeal as I turn into my driveway, slam on my breaks, and throw the truck in park. Anya pulls her dress down as she jumps out before I can get over to her door to open it for her. I need her like the ocean needs the shore.

“Kiss me,” she orders, pulling me into the house the second I have the door unlocked.

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