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Sit down and behave. I’m almost done.

I pulled out the chair and sat down, letting the coat fall open to give him a teasing look at my lack of underwear.

My phone buzzed again. Dante didn’t look very pleased.

Stop

I slowly unbuttoned the rest of the coat and slid my hand between my legs.

Buzz.

Buzz.

I closed my eyes and touched myself to the angry buzz of my notifications. I briefly wondered what Dante was saying to his listeners, but I was close, too close to care.

My orgasm hit me hard and fast, making me arch up out of the chair, my coat falling completely open as Dante’s eyes blazed in the studio across from me. I dropped my feet, accidentally kicking my phone off the table. Oops. I’d have to pick it up. I turned my back to him and bent over, flipping up the convenient back flap of the coat for maximum viewing pleasure. Then I gave a little wiggle. I wasn’t a good girl tonight. Not good at all.

The door crashed open.

I jerked up and pulled the coat tight around me, eyes wide, innocence personified. Dante stalked toward me, his face taut.

“My office. Right now.” He grabbed my collar and yanked the coat off, dropping it to the floor. “I’ve put on thirty minutes of pre-recorded music. That should be enough to show you what happens to bad girls.”

“I didn’t know you had an office.” I shivered under the heat of his gaze.

“The board held an emergency meeting today. I formally accepted their offer to take over as co-station manager with Siobhan until the end of term. They’ve also offered to extend the position after we graduate. Siobhan is planning to stay at Havencrest for grad school, and it would mean I’d be able to pay my bills and do session work until I’ve made my name as a bass player or joined a band.”

My lips tugged at the corners. “So… You’re the boss.”

“That’s right.” He folded his arms across his chest. “And your boss wants you in his office, bent over his desk so you can be punished for your bad behavior.”

“I thought it was good behavior.” I brushed up against him as I walked out the door. “You were looking a little tired. I thought I’d do something to wake you up.”

Dante grabbed my hand and pressed it against the bulge beneath his fly. “You succeeded.”

“Exactly how ‘up’ are you?” I could feel the heat of his gaze on my naked body as I walked down the hallway.

“So ‘up’ you’re gonna feel me tomorrow.” His voice was rough, low and husky with promise.

“Are you going to be okay in here?” I asked, pausing on the threshold of Noah’s office. Nothing had been touched since he left. The desk was still covered in papers. Boxes full of magazines littered the floors. Posters and band merch filled every chair.

Dante stood in the doorway for a long moment, and then he stepped inside.

“Yes,” he said, pulling me into his arms. “I’m going to be okay.”

CHAPTER FORTY“Everlong” by Foo FightersSKYE

It was the end of the school year and Steamworks was packed. I hadn’t been to the bar since the night I met Dante, and nothing had changed, from the teeming mass of bodies on the dance floor to the scents of stale beer and deep-fried chicken wings.

This time, however, Isla and I weren’t there to find her fangirl crush or to take my mind off a basketball tryout. We were there for something much more important.

“Excuse me.” Isla marched up to the six foot five bouncer guarding the back hallway. He wore a nametag that readBradand he filled the entire doorway with his massive presence alone. “We’re with the band.”

Brad snorted in derision. “That’s what all the girls say.”

“Skye has Dante’s name tattooed on her ass.” Isla pushed me forward. “Show him your tramp stamp.”

“It’s not on my ass; it’s on my hip,” I snapped. “And it’s not his name. It’s a symbol for truth. It covers one of my scars. Why don’t you show him your ass since you’re wanting to let it all hang out?”

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