Page 74 of Final Serenade

He filled my glass with champagne and poured himself water.

“Is there any word on who may have leaked the album?”

“No.” His expression hardened. “At this point, I don’t think I care. These things happen.”

I wasn’t convinced he meant what he said, but tonight wasn’t about business or music. Tonight was a gateway.

I plucked a strawberry from the plate, dipped it in the whipped cream, and took a bite. “I’m feeling like swimming.”

“Oh yeah?” Frank leaned back in his chair and watched me finish my fruit. His gaze roamed my face, totally unashamed, as if he was looking for something. The soft breeze fluttered his sandy hair and the candlelight licked his stubbly cheeks.

He was rough and enchanting and my eyes loved him.

Feeling adventurous, I kicked off my shoes, rose up, and shed my top.

Frank was silent and still, but his eyes sparked with lust. Something between us clicked. A dizzying and shiver-inducing desire.

“Are you coming?” I asked playfully, making my way over to the pool. The soft, dewy grass caressed my feet and the cool air bit at my skin. The night was perfect, filled with the promise of wild sex. After I wrestled off the rest of my clothes, I dove into the blissfully warm water.

I swam closer to the edge that met the slope of the hill and took in the view. In the distance, the curve of the road carved its path down the mountain. The lights of another house shimmered behind the wall of fog. The trees hummed. The crickets buzzed.

It was peaceful.

Frank stood and followed my lead, then seconds later, we were both naked in the pool. Our bodies twirled in the water, our hands on each other, our mouths brushing.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, running his wet thumb over my lips.

“And you don’t have any clothes on.” I grinned, my palms resting on his inked shoulders.

“Neither do you, doll.” His voice teased my senses.

“What are we going to do about that?”

Frank nudged me in the direction of the deck. “I have an idea.” He was hard, his erection rubbing along my stomach. Drops of water fell down his hair and face, glittering on his skin. Knees bumping and chests heaving with sharp want, we shuffled across the pool, rippling its smooth surface as small puffs of steam whirled in the air surrounding us.

The tile against my back felt cold when Frank pinned me to the side. I burned between my thighs and my craving for release swept me under.

“Are we alone?” I didn’t know why I asked, but I needed reassurance that no one else was on the property.

“We are,” he purred, dragging his mouth down my cheek. His hand slipped to the edge of the deck for leverage.

I wrapped my legs around his hips and rubbed my sex against his length. Our bodies were light, like feathers, floating along with the water. We were so in sync, I could barely breathe or think. I was losing my mind.

Frank’s lips drew a broken trail of swift kisses along the crook of my neck. “I want to try something,” he mumbled, cradling my head. His lustful gaze returned to me.

“It’s definitely too early to ask me about anal sex,” I joked, biting back a gasp.

“You’re getting ahead of yourself, doll.” He smirked. “I’ll make a note of it, but that’s not what I was going to say.”

“What were you going to say then?”

“How do you feel about going bare?”

Panic rushed through my stomach.

“You don’t have to say yes if you’re not comfortable, but I’m clean. I’ve been tested.” He slid his index finger under my chin and tilted it up so that our eyes met.

I’d wondered how he’d feel inside me without a condom, but the fear had always been there, hiding beneath the longing. Frankie Blade, the superstar, the golden boy of hard rock, had probably gone through a lot of women.

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