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The tightness in her belly suddenly loosened, and shudders racked her body. Her mouth fell open on a silent cry of ecstasy.

He felt so damn good. She couldn’t stop shaking. She couldn’t stop moaning.

He was absolutely right. Hehadgotten better.

In the middle of the night, Delta woke up when Ignacio pressed his lips to the exact spot where his initial was located on her right shoulder blade. The room was dark, and his body was wrapped around her from behind, one hair-roughened leg nestled between her smooth thighs.

“Why didn’t you remove it?” Ignacio asked in a soft voice.

Lying about the significance of the tattoo was easy, but remove it? Impossible. She could have even had a tattoo artist place another design over the initial, yet she hadn’t.

“Why didn’t you remove yours?” she asked.

He didn’t answer the question either.

He smoothed a hand down her back and over the curve of her backside, and right away arousal throbbed to life between her thighs. Making love one time wasn’t enough for him, and it wasn’t enough for her. They had so much time to make up for.

He brushed her hair away from her neck and kissed the exposed skin while his hand slipped to the front and covered her right breast. She pushed back against him and rubbed her butt against his burgeoning erection. Ignacio rolled her onto her stomach and pushed her thighs apart. Burying her face in the pillows, Delta let out a soft mewl as he entered her from behind. Her fingers tightened in the bedsheets, and she arched her ass higher.

The speed and power of his thrusts gradually increased.

“Nacio, Nacio,” she panted in the darkness.

Cuffing the back of her neck, he drove into her with longer, harder strokes. She kept his rhythm, her body instinctively moving with his in perfect sync.

Splaying her hands against the headboard, Delta bit down on her lip until the tightening in her lower abdomen forced her to close her eyes.

“Nacio…” Her voice cracked on his name, and she shuddered as orgasmic waves overtook her body.

He muttered a stream of Spanish curses as his body, too, trembled under the force of his climax. Burying his face in the side of her neck, he slammed a hand against the headboard as the last bit of tremors quivered through his body. With a grunt signaling his energy had been depleted, he collapsed against her back, crushing her into the mattress.

Later, as Delta dozed off with Ignacio’s body wrapped around hers again, she had two distinct thoughts: being with other men had never felt this good, and after tonight, everything would change.

Chapter Eighteen

Eyes closed while gripping her headphones, Delta belted out the end of “Sexy Lover” into the microphone. When she stopped, she opened her eyes and looked at the two men seated behind the glass—super producer Lance Row and engineer Taz.

She waited, already anticipating Lance’s words.That wasn’t good enough.Shehad been in the studio since this morning and was having an off day.

Lance, tall with chocolate skin and a voice suggesting he had missed his own calling as an R&B crooner, leaned into the microphone. “Good, but not good enough, sweetheart. You can do better, and you were a little pitchy at the end. Do you need a break?”

Resting her hands on her hips, Delta shook her head. “No, let’s try it again.” She took a sip of water and cleared her throat.

The average person wouldn’t notice the difference in each performance, but she was a perfectionist, which was why she liked working with Lance. He didn’t tolerate mediocrity and pushed her to improve.

“From the top,” he said.

Delta nodded and stepped closer to the microphone to sing the words written for her by one of the top writers contracted by the record company. In the dimly lit booth, she gripped the headphones as she immersed herself in the song. The memorized lyrics flowed easily from her lips, while on the other side of the glass, Taz and Lance listened intently and nodded in time to the beat.

Near the end of verse one, she saw the door to the control room open from the corner of her eye and knew before looking that Ignacio had arrived. She had been expecting him. He had come to the studio yesterday as well. Her attention shifted to him as he greeted the producer and engineer. Then his gray eyes focused on her, and suddenly the words of the song took on a new meaning.

She kept her eyes on him as he stood behind the other men with his broad shoulders and an unreadable expression on his face. Swaying in time to the rhythm, her fingers flexed as she reached for an invisible person just beyond her grasp, her voice rising and falling as she expressed desire for her secret lover.

Heat coiled in her stomach. The sexy words weren’t simply words. They were a testimony.

Sexy lover, you set my body on fire

Every kiss, every touch takes me higher

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