Page 93 of Snared

Her tongue darted out, licking her lips, and I groaned again.

“Fucking hell, Charlie.”

Yep. The singer’s days were numbered.

“Yeah, no. But tonight.” She paused, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Tonight, you’re all mine.”

“I’m holding you to that,” I said, pressing my hips against her, wishing she hadn’t pulled up her pants so I could get another taste.

“Now back off so I can catch my breath,” she said with a smirk.

“Are you saying I’m irresistible?” I teased.

She pushed at my chest, and I tugged her against me again.

“Maybe,” she said, trailing her hand down my chest before she squeezed my cock through my jeans.

“Fuck me,” I murmured when she moved her hand away from my dick.

“Later. Definitely later,” she repeated, her voice filled with need. “Now, stop touching me.”

I pressed my forehead against hers. “I would if I could.”

“Serious here. He’s going to walk in here and give us shit if I don’t get out there.”

I pressed a quick kiss to her lips one last time. “Go kill it out there. You got this, ignore all the unnecessary noise.”

She paused and her eyes met mine, that soft smile I’d come to love back on her face. As much as I craved her body, her mouth on mine, there was something about that smile that told me she saw me as more than the cocky manager. I wanted to keep making her smile like that.

And that should’ve scared the absolute shit out of me.

Maybe it did, a little.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, shot me another grin, and slipped out the door.

I waited to hear Jax say something, but his voice was blessedly absent. Maybe we were in the clear. I had a feeling the guys knew something was up, but thankfully, aside from a few questioning looks, they hadn’t called me out.

For now, at least.

Charlie and I had come a long way since that night in Vegas. As much as I didn’t want to, I was beginning to remember some of that night. I knew my reasons for marrying her were idiotic—a drunk and knee-jerk reaction to the bullshit her ex had spouted off and to my father’s text telling me to fuck and forget her. Charlie made no mention of any memories from that night, but I wondered if she just wasn’t saying anything. It’s not like either of us had been at our best.

She had me on edge, and it wasn’t only because of the insane chemistry we had for each other. When had she become so much more?

I scoffed and forced some honesty in my thoughts. I’d wanted her from day one. I’d known this was going to happen, but I should’ve stayed away, should have kept everything professional between us. There was no chance this wasn’t going to blow up in my face.

My phone dinged in my pocket and I welcomed the distraction, pulling it out and swiping it on.

Only to see my father’s name.

Okay, not the welcome distraction I’d wanted.

SD: I’ll be in New York after your tour ends. We can catch up. You still married?

Fucking prick.

SD: I’d love to get to know my daughter-in-law.

SD: Family’s important.

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