Page 74 of Sweet Escape

Her red hair bounces around her as she grins and takes the few steps down from the stage.

I watch as she embraces Errol Barker, the two of them enjoying a bit of conversation before he pats her on the shoulder and then heads for the door.

Her face brightens as she’s approached by Quinn Trager, her daughter, Willow, in one of those chest wrap things pressed to Quinn’s front. They talk for a few minutes, and I wait, giving her the space to greet her adoring fans.

When Quinn says goodbye, Vivian scans the crowd, her eyes briefly passing me before flying back to mine.

I raise my glass to her, and she holds up a hand with a single finger.

Eventually, after she’s talked with a handful of people, she slips in between me and the person on the stool next to mine, tucking her body into the space between my legs.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, lifting my half-drunk beer from the coaster and taking a sip.

I shrug. “Someone might have mentioned you were performing, and I figured it might be a good idea to hear what kind of slanderous things you’re spouting about your muse and his penis.”

“You should be grateful that I decided not to sing my other song, wholly inspired by you. It’s called ‘The Man with the Tiny Grapes.’”

Chuckling, I lean closer, speaking low in her ear.

“You know how big my grapes are. They fit perfectly in your hands.”

Vivian pulls back, her eyes flashing. “You dirty bird.” She pokes me in the stomach, then picks up my beer and takes another sip, smacking her lips together dramatically when she’s done.

“So when you said you were busy tonight, it was this?” I ask, tucking my fingers into the loops in her jeans.

“Yeah. It’s been forever since I’ve performed. I wanted to test out some of my new music.”

“I thought maybe you were officially tired of me.”

Vivian smiles. “You fishing for compliments?”

“Always.”

“Well, Mr. Bartender,” she says, before leaning in to me and bringing her lips to my ear. “I love the way your cock feels inside me, so if you don’t have plans tonight, consider this my official invitation back to the Firehouse.”

I swallow thickly, lust racing through my veins, my dick beginning to throb between my legs.

“For once, it would be great if you could compliment my outfit,” I reply as I slip off the stool and take her hand in mine. “Or my personality. You know? Some people think I have a great laugh.”

“They must not know you well.”

The smile on my face is fucking massive as we cut across the bar and she grabs her guitar case. Then we step out onto Main Street, into the cool night air.

We continue to tease each other as we walk down the road, and she makes me carry her guitar case up to the third floor, shaking her ass at me the entire way.

When we finally get to her room, she walks backward away from me, stripping off her jacket and her top. Teasing me. Drawing me forward like she’s still on that damn stage.

“I’m in the mood for a bath,” she tells me, her hands reaching behind her and unclipping her bra. “Wanna join me?”

Her bra falls to her feet, and I step forward to take her breasts in my hands, my thumbs stroking across her nipples. I revel in the way her head falls back and her mouth opens slightly.

“Do I get to fuck you in this bath?” I ask her, dipping down and sucking one nipple into my mouth.

She whimpers, and my cock grows harder.

“You can fuck me anywhere.”

I growl, releasing her and pushing myself back. “If you don’t go start that bath right this second, it’ll never happen.”

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