Page 61 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

“Jordan.” Bronson reaches out, hooking my shorts and tugging me toward him. “It’s fine.”

“How is thisfine,Bronson?”

“Because… it is,” he says. “It’s not a big deal. Okay?”

I deflate, my mind coming up with all the various ways this is inevitably going to crash down around me. “Well, what did you say to them?” I ask.

“I told Addison the truth,” Bronson says. “I told her it’s a casual thing, it’s no one’s business but ours, and she should keep her mouth shut about it.”

“Will she?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.Though, to be honest, Jordan, I don’t see this being a problem for anyone.”

I squint. “Why not?”

“Because everyone on that bus loves you,” he says. “And we all want you to relax and let loose sometimes.”

I pause, the words reflecting Chrissy’s. “Yeah?”

Bronson smiles as he pulls me closer. I drop onto the bed beside him. “Yes,” he says, kissing my brow. “This is fine, Jordan. Trust me.”

And I do.

“But no one else knows?” I ask.

“No one else knows,” he confirms.

I nod stiffly. “Okay...”

Bronson kisses me, once again guiding me backward. I lie down, settling in as his hand pushes back into my shorts.

“Bronson,” I say, a smile touching my lips.

“Oh,” he says, grinning deviously, “did you think I was done?”

He cradles my clit and I purr against him all over again.

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BRONSON

Jordan slides out of bed, slowly. Carefully. Obviously trying not to wake me as she goes.

Cute.

I pretend to be asleep. I watch through one half-open eye as she stands up. The room is dark, just the barest sliver of morning sunlight peeking through the curtains, but I can still make out her naked form. Her round hips and perfect breasts. The way her hair trails down her back as she walks toward the bathroom and closes the door behind her.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

Fuck, she’s...

My manager. My friend. My bandmate.

Are you sure you’re okay with this?

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