Page 60 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

A second finger slides in. My back arches against the door, but his body holds me in place.

“Just like that,” Bronson whispers in my ear. “Let me feel you come, Jordan.”

I grip his arms, and I obey.

Oh, I obey.

“That’s my girl,” he says, my pussy tight around his knuckles, but he keeps them moving, performing little thrusts that send waves through my core. “Give it to me...”

I moan for him, unable to form words. My pulse pounds in my ears, a steady thrum that continues long after my orgasm has ended.

Or... wait...

That’s not me.

I open my eyes and look at the wall behind the bed.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Bronson glances at it over his shoulder. “Who has the room next door?” he asks, chuckling.

“Chrissy and...” I almost don’t say it, but my tongue is still loose. “August.”

“Ah,” he says with a nod.

I study his expression. “You don’t seem surprised.”

He shrugs. “I had a feeling.”

“How?”

“A guy just knows,” he simply says before kissing me once. Then he steps back, taking his wonderful hand with him, and I almost pout. “You want to give the manager team something to gossip about?”

I raise a brow. “Why is everything a challenge to you?”

“Just that kind of guy, I suppose,” he answers as he walks to the bed and plops down onto it.

“No.” I follow him toward the bed, pausing in front of him. “I don’t think anyone should know about this, Bronson.”

“Yeah, about that...” He leans back on his hands. “Addison knows.”

My chest tightens. “What?”

“Harvey, too.”

“Wh—you told them? Why?”

“I didn’t tell them,” he says. “They were in the parking garage in Chicago the night we got together out there.”

Oh.

Oh,fuck.

“They saw us?!” I ask as panic takes hold.

“They saw uskiss,”he says, far calmer than I am. “Everything else is none of their business.”

I cover my face. “Oh, jeez...”

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