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“Because I don’t want you to go to that fucking party if I’m not going.”

“This is ridiculous.” I shook my head and unbuttoned my shirt to change. “You knew what I did for a living when you asked me out. Levi needs help, so I’m going. To work.”

“The magazine means more to you than I do,” he whispered.

My jaw fell. I stared at him, dumbfounded, trying to understand if he was drunk or had taken something. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Frank?”

His lips twitched. “Everything.”

Here we go with the self-pity again.

Rolling my eyes, I whirled around and headed to the bathroom to fix my hair and makeup. He grabbed my hand in a tight, uncompromising grip and drew me back to him. I felt his heat. Near my heart. In my stomach. Between my legs. Our bodies were close, grinding against each other madly, chest to chest. Frank was hard. Remnants of sweat coated his skin. The rough press of his erection to my center stirred me up. My sex was tender from last night and my knees still had the burns. Oh, yes. Burns were a real thing, especially when you rode a man for countless hours.

He put his left arm around my waist and cradled my head with the other. My chin settled in the hollow of his sweaty neck.

“I’m going to make sure you’re full of my cum when you interview Marshall Burns.” I heard him whisper in my hair. His deep voice vibrated through me.

My breath hitched. I was soaked in seconds. Frank shuffled us across the room and spun me around. My cheek hit the wall when his chest pushed against my back. Trapped against his tight body, I was lost on this rough, dirty high. Reaching around me, he dragged down my zipper. My hips rolled in anticipation. Something dark and wild brewed at my core. I hated everything about our conversation, yet I loved where it’d taken us.

Frank’s fingers found their way into my panties. “So fucking wet.” He brushed my clit and a wave of primal need rolled through me. My nerve endings buzzed.

Oh yes, yes.I rubbed my ass against his erection. “Just the way you like it, rock star.”

He withdrew his hand from between my thighs and yanked down my jeans. My breasts ached from the lack of attention and the unnecessary confines of my bra. I wanted him everywhere. I wanted every part of my body to be marked by his touch. He was the sickest obsession.

Thrusting my ass backward, I welcomed the intrusion. With a loud groan against my hair and long, deep strokes, he filled me up. In and out. In and out.Oh God. It hurts so good.The wall muffled my whimpers. My legs shook and my feet slid across the floor with each thrust and each exhale. Frank was fucking me raw. Like an angry animal. His left hand gripped my waist to steady us, his right one clutched my breast. He was loud and unforgiving. His broken moans rang in my ears.

This was the best kind of undoing. Sensuously savage. Like a sizzling rock ’n’ roll beat. Hard, fast, and erotic. A flame around my shuddering core.

My mind drifted and blanked. I slammed both palms against the wall for leverage. My climax was near and I knew Frank’s was too. His strokes quickened, then his body began to convulse against mine. He came with a growl and his hand wrapped around my neck, pinning my cheek to the wall as I thrashed from my own release.

There was a long pause. We were destroyed and struggled for breath.

Frank spoke first. “Now that you have me all over you, baby, you can go.” The rough edge of his voice as he growled it into my ear sent shivers down my spine. Thoroughly fucked and newly aroused, I clenched around his length.

“You like when I talk to you like that, don’t you?” He pressed a gentle kiss to my temple and pulled out. Slick wetness coated my thighs.

I was wrecked in the best possible way, and my core still thrummed from the orgasm. “You really are a man of many talents.”

“Maybe we’ll do a movie of our own sometime.” A soft chuckle. His recognition returned. He’d returned to his senses.

I spun to face him and traced the curve of his chin with my index finger. “We’ll definitely talk about it when I come back.”

Twenty minutes later, when I was loading my gear into the Porsche, dressed and ready to leave, Frank rushed outside. Freshly showered, he trapped me against the car and buried his head in the crook of my neck.

“I’ll miss you.”

A soft laugh escaped my lungs. “I’ll be back in a few hours.” I brushed his damp hair away from my shirt. “You should get the hot tub going.”

“I like that idea.” He kissed my cheek. He was like a plush toy, a man child, the absolute opposite of the Frank who’d fucked me as if it were his last day on Earth half an hour ago.

The party was held at a high-end hotel in West Hollywood. I hit the heavy afternoon traffic on the way there and arrived thirty minutes late. A large crowd gathered on the sidewalk. Most sported black T-shirts with the burning butterfly design, the official Hall Affinity 2020 tour merch. Mean-faced security guards chained up the empty step and repeat area. A few telephoto-lensed cameras could be seen among the fans.

I valeted Frank’s Porsche and hurried to the back for a check-in.

“What took you so long?” Levi barked, rushing over. Anxiety twisted his face. I suspected he’d had at least five Red Bulls since we’d parted this morning. I could determine his intake by his level of jitteriness. He was definitely on high alert.

“Shut up. You’re not the one who drove to Malibu and back twice today.” Smiling, I grabbed the press pass from the girl at the Jay Brodie PR table and slapped it against Levi’s chest. “Come on. Let’s see how bad it is.”

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