Page 57 of Backstage with a Billionaire Rockstar

“Beautiful,” he rasps as he takes tentative steps away from me, his eyes traveling over my frame with heat in them. “As always.”

He holds a hand out to me and I place my palm into it, tingles shooting down my arm as our skin touches. I’m not sure if that will ever go away, but I know that I don’t want it to.

There’s something different about the way he’s handling my body, with so much care, and I let him ease me onto the bed as he continues pressing kisses along my sensitive skin. The bra I’m wearing is quickly discarded and tossed onto the floor, right along with his clothes as he sheds them.

He presses his lips against mine, my head growing fuzzy with emotions. It’s soft at first, full of love, but it quickly turns into something much more frantic. His hands roam over my hips, until he comes to a stop at the curve of my ass and he gives it a quick squeeze.

I shift my hips, grinding against him, and spread my legs open enough that he can slide his hand over my aching pussy. My breath hitches when he makes contact with my clit, pressing the pad of his thumb against me, and I look into his loving gaze.

“I love you,” he says softly before kissing me again.

For a moment, I pull away, wondering if this is really what my life has come to, and I smile. “I love you, too.”

Evan eases his fingers through my folds, my legs trembling against his wide frame, and he slowly sinks a finger into my entrance. I gasp, then clap a hand down on his shoulder as he thrust the finger in and out of my frantically.

“God, you look so perfect like this,” he rasps against my ear, his teething scraping against my skin in the process.

I can feel my release coming over the edge, but before it can get too far he’s pulling his finger out of me and moving to grab our bag from the nightstand. I’m about to ask him what he’s doing, until I see the foil packet he’s holding in his hand.

He rips the packet open, then slowly eases it along his thick length, before looking at me expectantly. “Turn over, darlin’.”

Desire pools in my belly, and I immediately oblige his request, my ass sticking up in the air in front of him, and I melt into his touch when a large hand grips my hip. He spends a length of time running his cock along my center, teasing me with it, until I finally whimper with need.

Before I can blink, he’s slamming himself into me and, in the same process, knocking our bed against the wall. I can’t bring myself to care if someone else can hear us, not when he’s driving himself into me so deeply that I can’t think straight. Someone could walk right into this room and I wouldn’t know what to do.

“Fuck,” he mutters, our skinning slapping together as he keeps pushing himself into me. “I love seeing you like this.”

He’s got a way with words, I’ll tell you that much.

The desire in my belly increases with each thrust, my fingers curling desperately around the blanket spread perfectly beneath us, and I moan into the soft comforter. As if sensing how close I am, Evan reaches around my stomach and rolls my clit with his thumb.

The pressure he applies has me exploding around him, his name slipping from my mouth, and my vision blurs from the sheer force of it. Moments later, he’s jerking into me with his own release before sagging against my back and pressing a gentle kiss along my spine. While he disappears into the adjoining bathroom, I roll onto my back and get my breath under control.

Evan walks out of the bathroom, my eyes trailing over his naked frame as I bite my bottom lip, and he shakes his head with a chuckle. “I think I need more than a few seconds to go another round, darlin’.”

I swat at his chest, then snuggle against him as he comes up behind me.

Evan's phone rings, interrupting our peaceful moment. He frowns at the screen before answering. "Brent? What's up?"

I can hear Brent's agitated voice from where I'm lying. Evan's frown deepens as he listens.

"Slow down, man. What package?"

There's a pause as Brent explains. Evan's face pales.

"A coded message? What did it say exactly?"

I strain to hear Brent's response.

Evan's voice is tense when he speaks again. "Read it to me. Word for word."

There's a moment of silence, then Evan repeats, "'The phoenix rises from the ashes. 5-13-19. What does that mean?"

Another pause. Evan's eyes widen, and he sinks onto the edge of the bed.

"May 13, 2019," he whispers. "Our first big break. The show that launched our career."

My heart starts racing. I can see the realization dawning on Evan's face.

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