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This time I’m pretty sure it’smyeyes that roll back in my head because—no matter what my brain is saying—my pussy most certainly wants to be his. Along with the rest of me.

“Royal!” He glides in and out a few times, watching my face, and then picks up speed.

“That’s it, Jade…take it all…” He moves faster, pumping harder, hands on my breasts as he takes us over the edge.

“Yes!” A cry leaves my throat, even louder than the last, and I’m lost in a sea of endless pleasure. Endless need. Endless power.

That’s the only word I can think of in the moment.

This is powerful, what we have.

And he knows it too because he collapses against me, boneless and drained, resting the side of his face on my shoulder.

“You are absolutely perfect,” he whispers gruffly, enunciating each word carefully. “Every inch of you.”

My heart stutters with pleasure—a different kind than what I just experienced.

How does he do this to me every time?

I don’t want this feeling to end, but I also need things between us to be honest. I can’t be with him any other way.

There can’t be any games and we can’t play with emotions this strong, no matter how much he may try to deny what’s happening between us.

“I’m sorry about before,” I whisper, winding my arms around him.

“Before?” He doesn’t move, his breath warm against my skin.

“When we argued about the song, I stormed off. I shouldn’t have behaved like?—”

“I shouldn’t have said what I said,” he interrupts. “It was thoughtless. I was just…frustrated. But not with you.”

“With yourself?” I gently stroke his hair, enjoying the feel of the silky strands between my fingers. Have I ever played with a guy’s hair before? I don't think so. But I love touching Royal’s.

“That’s a pretty common state for me,” he admits.

“You don’t have to be frustrated when you’re with me,” I say. “I know who you are, no matter how hard you try to hide.”

To my surprise, he very slowly lifts his head, searching my face in the semi-darkness.

The look we share leaves me with so much I want to say, but somehow, it doesn’t seem necessary. There’s something in the air that tells me everything I need to know.

“I believe you,” is all he says before dropping his lips to mine.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Royal

I throwanother log onto the fire, stoke the flames.

It’s that midnight hour, the snow falling heavily outside, the world being slowly reduced to just Jade and me.

That would be so much simpler.

If it were just the two of us.

But it’s not.

The music world is a brutal place, a cutthroat place.

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