Page 36 of Backstage with a Billionaire Rockstar

A throat clears, then a drink is being pushed in front of me, and Evan says, “She won’t be needing it.”

When I look at him, the coolness in his features makes me wonder if he’s angry, and I’m surprised when he levels a hard stare in my direction. “Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

Is he kidding me?

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Evan

The moment her eyes darken I know I’ve done the wrong thing. I was content watching her from afar, wishing she was here with me as more than a job, until I watched the pretty boy walk up to her.

The moment he flashed her that smile I’m sure gets plenty of women’s panties wet, I saw red and knew I had to intervene. I couldn't draw attention to the moment, so I acted like Mia was at fault.

Her jaw clenches, and she puts the drink I gave her back into my hand, smiling brightly. I know what her smiles are like, and this is definitely not a real one. “You’re right, Evan.”

She gives the stranger a curt nod, then backs up and walks over to a dark section of the room, where she leans against the wall. If wasn’t for me being so acutely aware of her, I wouldn’t be able to tell where she’s at. Even in that red dress, she’s practically invisible to the people surrounding us.

I glance at the guys, who all have their brows raised at me in question, and I shake my head with a heavy sigh. They’ll want to ask a question, but I’m not giving them the chance. Before I walk up to her, I quickly down the whiskey I ordered, and she ignores my presence when I finally approach.

“I think I’m ready to head back,” I say, my tone clipped.

Mia rolls her eyes but pushes away from the wall and allows me to lead her out of the shadows. I keep myself pressed against her side, claiming that it’s because she’s my bodyguard, but I know what it’s really about — staking a claim.

When I told Mia that she needed to dress the part of going to the club, this was not what I had in mind. I thought she would wear a tight pair of jeans, maybe a top that showed more of her curves, but this dress?

The moment she stepped out of the tour bus, all I could think about was how beautiful she would look standing in front of me with the fabric in a puddle at her feet. She’d probably have a pair of lace panties on, only making her that much more desirable, but I knew I had to keep myself in control.

I was doing great with that — until he had to approach her.

It didn’t look like Mia recognized him, but maybe she wasn’t paying much attention. Noah Trinity is one of the biggest pop singers at the moment, and he’s definitely not shy when it comes to the ladies. I’ve seen more than enough images floating around to know that it’s not likely he would’ve been seen with Mia again, and she deserves more than that.

Not that it looked like she was falling for his charm, but I couldn’t take that chance.

The closer we get to the exit, the more aware I become of Mia's presence. The scent of her perfume, the soft brush of her arm against mine, the click of her heels on the floor—it all consumes me. Before I can think better of it, I’m pulling her into a dark hallway.

“What are you doing?” She hisses as we come to a stop.

I kissed her once, and all I can think about, with that red lipstick staining her lips, is that I want nothing more than to do it again. Instead of warning her and giving her time to object, I crash my mouth against hers and wait for her hands to come to my chest.

It would make sense if she pushed me away, but I’m surprised when she deepens it and instead fists the front of my shirt to pull me closer to her. We’re making out like horny teenagers, right? But I couldn’t care less.

One of her legs comes up and wraps around my waist while the other stays flattened on the floor. I guess there’s one advantage to the fuck-me heels she chose to wear tonight. They give her enough of a boost to do this comfortably.

I dart my tongue out, pushing it between her lips, and simultaneously roam a hand along the curves of her body. Her breasts are pushing out of the neckline, practically begging to be released, and I’m more than willing to make that happen. I cup her breast out of the fabric, massaging it, and the moan she makes against my mouth has my cock hardening more than it already is.

At this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if it breaks through the zipper.

She rocks herself against my leg, chasing the itch that consuming her, and I pull away from her mouth breathlessly. “Tell me what to do, darlin’.”

The nickname makes her shudder, and her eyes turn into scorching flames. She takes a moment, letting go of the reason we shouldn’t be doing this, and grabs my hand before gliding down the length of her stomach to the edge of her dress. It’s already ridden up after she twisted her leg around me, so it doesn’t take much to have it completely exposing her panties.

I can’t see anything in the darkness, but the smell of her arousal hangs heavy in the air.

“Just touch me,” she whimpers, almost as if she’ll die right here and now if I don’t do as she asks.

“My pleasure, darlin’,” I say before running my hands over her leg and dipping it toward her panties.

She’s breathing heavier as I run a finger over her covered pussy, then I push the thin fabric aside and plunge the thick digit into her entrance. Her wet heat soaks my finger, and I nearly let out an animalistic growl, but it’s muffled by her lips as she slams them against mine. I thrust my finger in and out of her, paying attention to the way her body responds to the movements I make, and notice she trembles more when I curl it into her — right against that sweet spot.

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