Page 94 of Fractured Rhythm

“Shower sex?” Bash asked when he finally ended the kiss.

“It’s never as sexy as it seems. Especially in that tiny shower in the dressing room,” I said. He started walking, with me still in his arms. “Where are we going?”

“I know there’s a room around here somewhere,” Bash muttered.

I laughed. “Seriously?”

“What? I’m horny as hell and I know you are, too. The shower’s out, so this is how you’re getting me.”

I pulled back to stare at him. He was dead serious, and I no longer cared that everyone would know what we were doing. I wanted him too much.

He pushed open a door and slipped into a room, shutting the door behind us. He turned and pressed me up against the door. I caught a glimpse of the room—what looked to be an unused dressing room—and then his mouth was on me again as the lock clicked into place.

We were moving again. He lowered me to the couch, our lips still fused, my hands still in his soft hair. Every groan he made when I scraped my nails along his scalp caused desire to pool low in my belly.

“I love that you’re in a skirt tonight,” he said as he reached down, pressing his thumb against my damp panties.

He narrowed in on my clit, making tight circles over the fabric, and I groaned.

“Please, Bash.” I shifted my hips, aching for more friction. For his hands on my bare skin.

He kissed along the edge of my jaw, licking my pulse point, and nibbling on my collarbone. My fingers found his waistband, and I flicked open the button, pulling down the zipper and reaching inside.

“I still can’t believe you don’t wear anything under these pants,” I gasped, holding his rock-hard cock in my hand and stroking slowly up and down.

“No. Panty. Lines,” he stuttered, pumping his hips as I stroked. “Fucking hell, Cas. I need to be inside you.”

“What are you waiting for?” I asked as he pushed aside my panties and I guided his cock toward my willing body. He slid in with ease, and then he paused, letting me feel the stretch of him as he bottomed out.

“God, you feel amazing,” he groaned, slowly thrusting in and out of my body.

I linked my legs around his hips and trailed my hand up and down his chest, tweaking his nipples along the way and loving the words of desire and encouragement slipping from his lips as we moved together. I tilted up, chasing the friction, and then his thumb found my clit again and I couldn’t hold back a loud moan.

At that moment, I didn’t care who heard me. It’s not like they didn’t know what we were doing. I would feel embarrassed about it later, if at all. For now, I would take every moment I had with Bash and enjoy it to the fullest.

BASH

I ran myhand down Cassie’s back ten minutes later as we came down from our quickie. I didn’t want to move from this spot, but there was no way the guys wouldn’t come looking for us. Persistent bastards.

She trailed her fingers over my chest, her thumbnail scraping across my nipple, and I tightened my hold on her.

“Don’t start that,” I grumbled.

She lifted her head and grinned at me. It was a lethargic grin that probably mirrored mine.

She dragged herself up my body and kissed the hell out of me before she broke free and got off of the couch, her skirt falling back into place.

“Then put that away and stop giving me ideas,” she teased and took a step back.

She wobbled a little, and I grinned. Yeah, I’d done that to her. And I wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot.

I tucked myself back into my pants and stood up.

“I cannot wait to get you back in that hotel room,” I said, nuzzling her neck.

“You have a meet and greet. Oh, and maybe a shower. Let your fans fawn all over you for a while, and then Josh won’t give you grief if we bail before everyone else, right?” she asked, and then she moaned when I tugged on her ear with my teeth. “Bash. Stop.”

“Oh, Wolfie. Here, Wolfie, Wolfie.”

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