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Jada flushed. “Don’t act like you don’t want to. Besides, I was assuming I’d get the whole Maxwell treatment.”

“Hey, whatever the lady wants . . .” Tristan laughed as he continued to move inside her. This time, his fluid movements proceeded in rapid, fierce succession as he gave her exactly what she needed.

Jada’s orgasm came hard and fast, rushing through her in overpowering waves of satisfaction and contentment. Tristan’s body shuddered as he came as well, swelling inside her. Afterward, they lay still. He stayed enveloped in her warmth, and she held on to him in worn out bliss.

“Just so you know, I didn’t expect this to happen when you came over.” Tristan traced her skin in leisurely circles. “But I’m sure as hell glad it did!”

“Me too.” Jada laughed.

“Thank you,reina,” he said, kissing her shoulder.

“Reina?”

“It means queen in Spanish.”

“I’m your queen now?” She perked up.

“Mine? You’d be a queen with or without me, Jada,” Tristan said, then considered it carefully. “But now that you mention it, keeping you as my own sounds perfect.”

Yep, it’s official, Jada decided as he smiled down at her.I’mhooked on Tristan Maxwell.

Long live the queen.

23

Ever since his first time, sex had been a game for Tristan. An intimate one, but a game nonetheless. The sensations, the curves of a woman’s body, were all part of an adventure. A delightful dance, but once it had run its course, he was done. He’d move on.

Gazing into Jada’s peaceful face, Tristan sensed he’d never be able to perceive it that way again. She looked so perfect lying beside him, flushed yet content. He wasn’t much of a cuddler but he would have stayed there indefinitely, except for one small detail: the bedside clock glaring at him in angry red numerals.

“Jada, I’d love to snuggle up in postcoital bliss, but I’m afraid we both have somewhere to be.” Tristan nodded to the clock.

“Oh shit!” Jada jumped out of bed, scrambling to collect her clothes. Watching Jada cover up wasn’t as exciting as helping her undress.

“It’s okay. We still have enough time to get there, especially if we—”

“Take your bike?” Jada groaned.

“Hey, hey. I am a very safe driver. Harley-Davidson and the LAPD both approve of the way I maneuver my so-called deathmobile.”

Jada gave one more distrustful whimper, which Tristan chose to ignore.

“Apúrate, mi reina. We’ve got roles to score.”

As Jada finished making herself presentable, Tristan did the same, donning a much more suitable outfit for the audition. Then he returned, grabbed hold of Jada’s hand and didn’t let go until she was safely astride his bike. At that point she became the clinger, grasping his waist tightly as he took off. Tristan faintly heard her screaming for the first few minutes, but between the bike and turbulent traffic, he missed out on most of it. She settled down the closer they got to their destination, but her grip on him remained surprisingly strong.

They made it to their audition a few minutes early, but not as much as either of them would typically like. The receptionist obviously agreed because she gave them a disapproving scowl at their near tardiness. Her opinion was ultimately unimportant when Logan spotted them in the lobby on his way down the hallway.

“Tristan! Jada!” He waved at them in excitement.

“Hi, Logan,” they said in unison.

“Shouldn’t you be inside for the auditions?” Tristan asked.

“I just popped out to go to the loo.”

“How British of you.” Jada stifled a laugh at Logan’s colloquialisms. He merely winked in response.

“Since you’re both here right on time, why don’t you read together? Two birds with one stone and all that.”

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