Page 64 of Final Serenade

“It’s definitely cozy.”

“Cozy?”

“You worry for no reason.”

“Of course, I do. Do you have any idea how much of a headache younger siblings can be?”

“No, but I’m in a band with three other guys. It’s kinda like marriage with a small harem. You have to make sure every wife is happy, and you divide your love and attention among them equally.”

“Right.” I sipped on my drink, getting lightheaded. “I can see how that could be challenging.”

“Yeah. You can’t simply quit when you feel like it. We all depend on each other. Our careers depend on each other.”

“And now you have a mistress. Must be hard to cover up the cheating, huh?” My glass was empty and my ovaries needed attention.

“Very.” Frank’s voice was a sweet whisper with dirty intentions. His hand slipped to the back of my head to pull me into a kiss.

Heart pounding, I set the glass aside and straddled his thigh. “I want to take advantage of my unlimited usage of my personal rock star before we land.”

He laughed softly against my mouth. “I’m all yours, doll.” Then his fingers reached for the zipper on my jeans.

Our eyes met and I took a moment to bask in the color of his irises, an exquisite and rare blend of blue and gray. Frustrated by our often-heated late night calls, my sex ached for action and I rocked my hips against his leg. The pressure was just right.

“I take it this is yet another first?” Frank clarified.

“Me humping you?”

“No, the plane sex.”

“Yes. So you better make it good.”

“Never had an affair with a rock star. Never been to Aspen, Colorado. Never had sex on a plane. Where did you live, Cassy Evans? Under a rock?” A self-serving smirk flashed at me.

“Rock stars with planes don’t come around often.” I pressed my lips to his cheek and dragged them across his silky skin. He’d shaved and his scent was my new addiction.

“Well, looks like I’m a lot of your firsts, doll.”

“And here I thought I’d experienced it all.” A drunk laughter bubbled up my throat. The childish happiness in my chest was overwhelming.

Restless, I slid over to the side and got rid of my jeans and panties. Patience wasn’t my strong suit with him. The man was too hot and too available for foreplay. We got right down to it. Hopping back onto his lap, I freed his cock from the confines of his designer jeans and skimmed my hands over its impressive length. He was hard and beautiful and begged to be fucked for endless hours.

I spread my legs and stroked him lightly, savoring every inch. Then my gaze flicked up to his face.

Frank’s head was tossed back, eyes closed, a cascade of dark lashes resting against his cheeks as he reveled in the heat of this moment.

“Frank?” I murmured, looking down at him, his cock at my entrance.

“Hmmm?” A hint of a smile touched his mouth.

“Do you have a condom?”

His lids fluttered open. “Yes.” He reached for a small compartment in the armrest, retrieved a foil pack, and handed it to me.

Sheathing him, I asked, “Can you talk dirty to me?”

He cupped my ass. “I’ve been waiting for you to start bossing me around, doll.”

“Oh yeah?” I grabbed a hold of his shoulders and lowered myself onto him. Slowly. There was something incredibly sensual about the way he made me feel when his body invaded mine, when he delved into me. The press of him against my walls from this angle created a sinfully elegant sensation. For a moment, I wondered what it would be like without a condom between us, without any barriers.

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