Page 118 of Snared

Yeah, I wasn’t ready for that reality.

“Go. Before someone—namely, Jax—shows up,” I said.

“Fine.” She pulled back and began twisting up her hair into a bun.

I leaned in to nip her neck, loving the shudder that rolled through her.

“Quick after-party. Quick,” I said.

She walked away before I could tug her back. I reached down to adjust my hard cock, willing it to go down and hoping none of the guys saw us.

I pulled out my phone and scrolled through a few texts to settle myself, then headed toward the dressing room.

I didn’t respond to Phillip. I wasn’t ready to sign those papers, but was Charlie? It was one thing to be a regular hookup, but so much more to actually stay married.

“How long do we have until we have to get on the bus?” she said the next morning as she ran her fingers up and down my chest.

We’d spent very little time with the guys in their dressing room last night before making excuses to head back to the hotel.

And then we’d fucked all over the entire suite. Such a different experience from the first suite we’d shared together after Vegas.

“Two hours,” I said, not ready to leave the bed. I’d woken her up with my head between her thighs, something that I’d have no problem doing daily if given the chance.

“Probably not enough time to watch that last Thin Man movie,” she said.

“Probably not,” I agreed.

“Then we’ll have to watch it when we’re back in New York. Can’t not watch the last movie,” she said.

I shifted to meet her eyes. “It’s a date.”

“What are we doing?”

“Lying in bed before we have to get back on a bus with your hooligan bandmates,” I said, knowing exactly what she was getting at.

“Be serious. What is this?” she asked.

“What do you want it to be?”

She broke my gaze, her head landing on my chest. “I honestly don’t know. This was a mistake.”

“Vegas was. But this isn’t just Vegas anymore.” After getting Phillip’s texts last night about the divorce papers, I wondered what she wanted from me, but this morning, I needed to know. I had to hope we were on the same page. I wanted to believe we were.

“So, now I’m dating my husband?” she asked, looking at me again. “My manager?”

“Are you ready to end this?” I asked, still not ready to lay out all my cards.

“No,” she said softly. “You’re not nearly as bad as I thought you were.”

I chuckled. “Such a glowing endorsement.”

“I’m not ready to end this, but I don’t want it to fuck things up with the guys.”

“I get it. I honestly do.” I shifted so we were both on our sides and facing each other, our legs tangled together.

“I have feelings for you, Charlie. Lust, yes, but also more than that. It’s foreign territory for me and chances are that I’ll fuck it up somehow, but I’m not ready to walk away if you’re not.”

“I’m not.”

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