Page 37 of Perfect Storm

“The other option is to let her do it.”

“You think that’s a bad idea?” I ask.

“It could go either way,” Declan sighs. “Shit, I need to sit down. I’ve been on my feet too much. My hip is killing me.”

Declan was in a bad car accident a few years ago, he has the scars to prove it, and he’s walked with a cane ever since. I’ve known him a long time, he’s been with us from the start, and I consider him a friend.

“I’ve got press releases as a back up, but Nash, the label doesn’t want to sit back. Why is that the way you want this to go? I would have thought you’d want her shut down.”

“Ciro thinks we will never be able to control Riley’s narrative. Part of me wonders if she is going to sink herself without our help.”

“That’s a different way of looking at it,” Declan muses. “I don’t know how they will feel about that, bringing us bad publicity and all.”

“Well, like Ciro points out, once we know her hand, we can counter it.”

“Huh… He’s always had an agenda where Riley is concerned. Do you really want to follow his lead?”

“It’s not like that. Yeah, Ciro and Riley clashed. A lot. But I don’t think he’s doing this to make her look like an idiot, he’s doing it because he thinks she is going to make herself look like an idiot.”

“It’s a gamble though, Nash. We can’t guarantee she won’t get the sympathy card.”

“Yeah,” I run a hand through my hair.

“The label will decide how to deal with it but I can put this argument forward. All I can say is trust us, trust me. I will not do anything that sees you guys harmed.”

“I appreciate that.” I scrub a hand over my face. The shower stops in the bathroom. I don’t want her to hear me talking about this anymore. “Okay, I trust you. I’m sure the others will too. You’ll let us know what the label decides before anything happens?”

“Yeah. Just go have some fun. I’ve got a lot of appearances and performances booked in for you. Once we’re all back in New York, we will meet to go through everything. If I’ve got news, we can talk about that. I don’t want anyone getting down about it. End of the day, she fucked up. If we need to take her down, she’s only brought it on herself, Nash.”

“I know.”

“She won’t stand a chance against the label if they go that way. But I’m not gonna lie. Paying her off is the forerunner in their ideas right now.”

“Yeah, I understand.”

“We’ve got a week to work things out. Don’t worry about it, that’s my job.”

“Thanks Dec. I appreciate that. What would we do without you?”

“Be lost in a sea of mediocrity.”

“Fuck off,” I laugh, and he laughs back. We finish the call with more reassurance we’ll catch up in New York.

Adrestia comes out of the bathroom naked. My dick perks up as my eyes take her in. I fucking love her body, and love that she doesn’t hide away. She’s beautiful, her curves are one of her best features. My mouth waters as I stare at her breasts, the dark nipples peaking under my gaze.

“Come here,” I say in a gruff voice. She walks straight over, gets on the bed and crawls towards me, her eyes hooded. Her tits swing towards my face, and I grab one, pulling it up to my mouth. She moans, her arms wrapping around my neck as she pushes into me.

“You’re wearing way too many clothes.”

“You want to undress me?” I lift my head but keep her nipple between my teeth. Her answer is to lean down, her breast popping out of my mouth.

I lay back and watch as she undoes my belt, pulls down the zipper and lifts my hips to get my jeans off. I let her get me naked and put both arms behind my head as she settles herself halfway down the bed.

She takes me in her hand, before her mouth closes around my dick, my eyes close at the warmth of her fucking amazing mouth. I put my hand on the back of her head but I don’t push too hard.

One thing I’ve learned about this beautiful woman, she has no gag reflex. She encourages me to push down her throat until my head is spinning and my balls are aching.

I want to stop her, to sink myself inside her. When I try to pull away, she just grips my hip and sucks me harder until I’mpowerless to stop myself from going over. I shoot hard and long into her mouth. She takes it all, then sits up, demurely wiping her mouth with her fingertips. I’m breathing hard as she kneels up before me.

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