Page 159 of Movers and Shakers

“Of course. I swear, if I didn’t have to be the dang getaway driver . . .‍” She trailed off as she rolled up the window.

I let out a breath of relief as the car moved.

Barry’s arm tightened around my waist and I realized I was sprawled into his lap.

“Thank you,” I said. “We may have to pay for that later when we explain it to Malia, but thank you.”

“They’re fucking vultures. I shouldn’t have ever left you by yourself.”

The realization that he’d saved me from them did unfair things to my body. Barry had no problem being in all of this with me. He was interwoven in everything now, and I couldn’t bear to even dream of life without him in it. I usually loved touring, but the idea of him returning to Nashville made me want to follow him and set up camp there.

“I’m fine now,” I said, leaning into him. “All because of you.”

My hand rested on his neck and it hit me how intimate this position was. “Do you want me to move?”

His hands tightened on my hips. “Absolutely not.”

My heart rate slowed as I listened to his heartbeat. Was this what love was? Feeling so calm and protected that I could be myself anywhere?

I shifted slightly, pulling myself closer to him. It was then I felt his hardness beneath me.

“Sorry,” he said. “I know you’re stressed, so don’t worry about—‍”

I kissed him. My stress was gone, taken away by his embrace, and now that it was just the two of us, I wanted him, just like I always did.

He pulled away, hand on my cheek. “Are you okay?”

“I am. I think I just needed you.”

“I’m always happy to be of service to you, sunshine.”

“You’re just saying that because you know people are going to call you my bodyguard again.”

He cracked a smile. “And it’s funny even now.”

“You know,” I said absentmindedly, “no one can hear anything back here. Or see anything. It’s a thirty-minute drive back to my place.”

“And what do you propose we do?” His voice was low now and his breath ghosted over my ear.

“Anything you want,” I said, rolling my hips back into him.

“It’s a good thing you wore this dress. Pink is a stunning color on you.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but his hand had found easy access to my inner thighs. All I could muster was a gasp as his finger brushed my underwear.

He could have asked to fuck me right then and there and I would have said yes, but he took his time, touching the areas so close to where I wanted him while his lips kissed my neck. “You’re so fucking beautiful in dresses.”

Maybe I should go through my closet and get rid of all of my T-shirts and pants. That sounded like a great idea.

But then, all thoughts flew out the window when his fingers slid under my underwear.

“B-Barry,” I moaned.

“What?”

“I need you to touch menow.”

With a chuckle, he moved my underwear aside and his fingers finally did what I wanted them to. I was more than ready for his touch. Barry grazed up and down and I rested my head on his shoulder. Heat pulsed from my core, making me ride his hand even as the car moved.

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