Page 148 of Flipping the Script

He started touring again about a year ago but had strict rules for how many shows he’d play, how long he’d be gone for, and where he traveled so he didn’t end up burning out again.

I was so damn proud of everything he’d accomplished in such a short time. Watching him grow as an artist, seeing his excitement, and getting to celebrate his wins was everything. But so was being there for him in the darker times, when things weren’t great or he had to deal with harsh critics and even harsher fans.

We hadn’t been able to keep our relationship quiet for long, but we’d made it work. Not everyone in Bas’s world was okay with him having a male partner, but we spun the details of our love story into something even the tabloids couldn’t talk shit about.

As far as the public knew, we transitioned from childhood friends to partners after Bas left the business due to burnout. We omitted the parts where we fought and argued and thought we hated each other for seventeen years and turned it into a feel-good story that the press was more than happy to keep repeating.

It hadn’t been easy getting used to having our relationship be public knowledge, but we’d found a good balance between what we shared with his fans and what we kept just for us.

My phone buzzed again. I checked my notifications.

My heart started beating a little faster as I read the text from Bas’s bodyguard giving me the signal that they were almost at the room.

This time I put my phone on silent, just to be sure that we weren’t interrupted by any more of Isaac’s antics and tossed it onto one of the bedside tables.

Just as I was settling back on the pillows, the door to the main part of the hotel suite opened, and Bas and his team filed inside.

I lay quietly as they talked about something, their voices too low to hear through the cracked bedroom door.

After a few minutes, the main door opened again, then the suite was silent as everyone left.

My blood thrummed in my veins. I hadn’t seen Bas in over two weeks. I’d missed him, and I couldn’t wait to see his reaction when he saw me.

I didn’t have to wait long.

His footsteps grew louder, then he pushed the bedroom door open.

“Jess?” He froze, one hand on the door and one foot still in the main part of the suite.

“Hey, superstar,” I drawled, spreading my legs so he could see that I was wearing one of his old band’s shirts and a blue jockstrap he loved on me—and nothing else.

His eyes darkened with lust and possession as he crossed the room and practically dove onto the bed.

“Is this what I think it is?” he asked, crawling over me with all the grace of an apex predator. “Are you my groupie tonight?” He slid one hand up my bare thigh.

Wrapping my arms around him, I nodded.

With a low moan, he pressed his lips to mine in an achingly sweet kiss.

“I missed you,” he murmured against my mouth.

“Missed you too.” I wrapped my legs around his thighs, holding him as close as possible.

We kissed for a long time, just reacquainting ourselves with each other. Two weeks wasn’t a long time to be apart, but the first kisses after his absences were some of my favorites.

He slid his hand over my already hard cock, then dipped it across my hip to grip my ass cheek. “Does this mean I finally get to have my groupie fantasy?”

“Yup.” I rocked against him teasingly. “Let’s see if you can make me come on your logo like you wanted to that night at your cabin.”

His expression softened, and he smiled down at me. “I’m up for the challenge.”

“You definitely are.” I rocked against him again. “Upfor it, that is.”

He huffed out a laugh and dipped his head to run his tongue over the shell of my ear.

“Cheater,” I said on a gasp.

“Do I get bonus points if I make you come hands-free all over my logo?” he asked, his lips next to my ear and wreaking havoc on my nervous system.

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