Page 54 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

He shakes his head. “Anyone can read a text.”

“What do you suggest, then?”

“Drop a pen.”

“Drop a pen?”

“If you want sex, drop your pen on the floor. Then I’ll know to follow you up.”

I nod along. “What if I don’t have a pen?”

He grunts. “You always have a pen.”

“But what if Iaccidentallydrop my pen?”

“You’re not that clumsy.”

“Butwhat if?”

“Then I spank you for your clumsiness and we go to bed. No harm done.”

I laugh. “All right. That works, I guess.”

Bronson glances around the room, then nods. “You going to sleep?”

“Yeah,” I say. “It’s been a long day and we’re heading to Detroit in the morning, so... I need to get my beauty sleep.”

“Beauty sleep,” he mutters. “Right.”

His eyes draw a line down my body, tingling the skin beneath my sleep cami and shorts.

“Bronson,” I warn.

“You want me to suck on your clit until you fall asleep?” he asks, ignoring my tone.

My stomach jolts in surprise, though... I really shouldn’t be shocked by anything that comes out of Bronson’s mouth at this point.

“No,” I say, taking a breath. “No, thank you. That won’t be necessary. And you know how I feel about… that.”

“You said you’d never come from oral before,” he says. “Not that youcouldn’t.”

“And you took that as a challenge, I see.”

“Yes, I did.”

“No, Bronson,” I say, unable to stop the smile curling the edge of my mouth. “No, thank you.”

Bronson bites his lip, his teasing eyes pointed downward. “You sure?”

“Yes.”

He shrugs. “All right, then.”

“But don’t let that stop you from having a good time tonight. You’ve got a girl in the Chicagoland area, don’t you? What’s her name? Uh…” I search my memories. “Hannah!” I recall with the snap of my fingers. “You should give Hannah a call.”

Bronson pauses, his features subtly turning back to his usual stoicism. “Yeah,” he says. “Maybe I will.”

“You should. Celebrate! We’re almost to the east coast. That alone is worth a celebration, I’d say.”

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