Page 45 of Backstage with a Billionaire Rockstar

He’s got his knees bent enough that I’m resting on them, and it only makes my brain grow fuzzy with the idea that he’s doing all this while still slamming himself into me. I’m going to be ruined by the time we are done.

My legs shake against his waist, which only pushes him further, and I meet his movements with my hips. Evan removes the hand threaded through my fingers and glides it down my stomach until it’s resting over my clit. He applies just enough pressure that my stomach dips with an oncoming orgasm.

“That’s right,” he whispers to me. “Let it out, Mia.”

“Oh God, Evan!” I cry out, my eyes staying locked on his as my release comes crashing down.

His movements become harder, my back slamming against the wall with his movements, until he’s jerking with his own release. My name falls quietly from his lips, much quieter than I was able to do, and we’re breathing heavily as we come down from the high.

“We should tell Liam that you’re his father,” I blurt out. “He deserves to know.”

I mentally smack myself on the head, knowing that’s not exactly the kind of conversation he had in mind after what we just did, but I can’t take it back now.

Evan chuckles, slowly slipping out of me. “Not exactly the conversation I had in mind after that, but I can’t say that doesn’t make me happy.”

He pulls away from me, allowing me the moment to get my legs onto the floor, and bends down to grab his pants.

“What changed your mind, darlin’?”

When I slip my clothes back on without an answer, he walks over to me and cups my cheek with a small smile. “I’m okay, Mia, but I agree that it’s a good idea. Not until this blows over, though.”

I nod.

Even though the stalker already knows about Liam, there’s no reason to cast more attention on our son.

“Ready to head back, Goldie?” I ask while pulling away with a smirk.

He rolls his eyes but smiles down at me. “More than ready. I’m in need of a good cuddle after tonight.”

We make our way back through the space he carried me into, but before he can pull the door open, I bring him to a stop. He looks at me, looking happy, and raises a brow. “What’s up?”

“Are you okay?”

His shoulders slump forward, and he sighs. “I’m not great, but I’m glad I’ve got you here for me and that you saved me.” He shivers. “I don’t want to imagine what it would’ve been like if you didn’t notice…so, thank you.”

He presses his lips gently against mine, one of those pecks that married couples place on each other before they head to work, and my stomach erupts with butterflies. I could see this being an everyday thing – me waiting for him in the dressing room, eager to see the sweat drip from his hair from being on stage for hours and craving that scorching touch.

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The drive back to the house is tense, filled with unspoken words and stolen glances.

My mind races, trying to process everything that's happened - the attack, our intimate moment, the decision about Liam. As we pull up to the house, I still myself. Whatever's waiting for us inside, I need to be alert and professional.

When we get into the house, everyone is sitting in the living room, looking as though someone died. I guess it makes sense. That could’ve very well been Evan. Carmen darts her gaze up as if just now remembering that she saw Evan alive and well before she left and rushes over to us with her arms spread out for him.

He gives her a quick hug and chuckles. “Carmen, I’m alright.”

She sniffs, then takes a deep breath and swipes at her eyes. “Right, right.” Before anything else can be said, she clears her throat and waves a hand inside. “We have some things to discuss.”

“Actually,” Evan says. “I’ve got something I need to say first, as long as that’s okay?”

Carmen nods. “Of course.” Her eyes drop over to me, then travel down, and she scrunches her eyebrows together.

I step away from Evan, fearing that I might be too close to him, and she looks back at him without a trace of confusion on her face.

Evan takes a deep breath, looking at all the guys sitting on the large leather sofa, and says, “I think it’s time we think about postponing the rest of the tour.”

He doesn’t let anyone else talk and just keeps going. “That could’ve been anyone tonight. What if me and Jace had switched places for the show?” His eyes shine, his emotions shining through, and he shakes his head. “I just…I couldn’t live with myself if something were to happen.”

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