Page 111 of Undeniable Temptation

“And you love it.”

Her cheeks blushed, giving him all the confirmation he needed. Not that he needed any. He’d learned what she liked and there was very little she didn’t, as long as they were together.

“I’ll try my best.” She gave him a finger wave and retreated with a seductive sway of her gorgeous hips.

“You’re so fucked.” Mason placed a condescending clap on his back. “There’s no way you’re ever getting that leash off your balls.”

“Just like you with Sidney?” He met the lead singers gaze with a cocked brow.

“Yeah.” Mason chuckled. “Just like me with Sid.”

* * *

Five hours later.

Leah laughed through a yawn. Everyone was drunk—the band, the crew, the security team, and Slicker. All of them mingling in the backyard of Mason’s Richmond property as music poured through innumerable speakers.

Ryan stood behind her, his chest unyielding against her back, his arms wrapped around her waist. “Do you want me to ask Mason if we can crash in one of his rooms?”

“Not yet.” There was no doubt his intent held a dubious amount of slumber, but she didn’t feel like she was officially off duty yet. She wanted to make sure everyone ended the night in one piece. And there was still no word on Blake and Gabi.

She wouldn’t be able to fall into a deep sleep until she knew they were all healthy and safe.

“Here you go.” Mason stopped in front of her, Sidney at his side, and handed over a bottle of champagne. Not a glass. Not a flute. A damn bottle. “You can’t abstain at an after party.”

“Thanks.” She took the offering and cradled it in her hands like a seasoned groupie.

“I hear congratulations are in order.” Sidney spread her arms wide, engulfing Leah and Ryan in a quick hug. “It’s about time the two of you got together.”

“Good things come to those who wait.” Ryan raised his half-filled scotch glass in a toast. “I’m definitely a lucky man.”

Leah remained silent, happy to let him claim this was luck when it wasn’t. Ryan was a deserving man. He was owed happiness. She only hoped she was enough.

“That’s what we all say at the start,” Mason drawled.

Sidney frowned and turned to her fiancé. “And then things change?”

“Obviously.” Mason stared her down without remorse. “I haven’t seen you in two weeks, and yet I’ve been home for hours and still haven’t got you naked.”

“I thought the hundred or so people in your back yard would’ve postponed your surge in libido.”

Mason shook his head and clucked his tongue. “Do you know me at all, woman?” He grabbed her waist and tugged her forward. “Come on. You need to help me find Mel and Sean. I think they might be taking liberties in one of my bedrooms.”

Sidney dragged her feet, scraping the heels of her sparkly black pumps. “I don’t want to help you with that.”

“Too bad. I’ve seen enough graphic horror with these two. I don’t think I can take much more on my own.”

Leah chuckled as they strode away, and placed the champagne bottle on the table by her side.

“You’re not going to drink?” Ryan whispered beside her ear.

“Not when I’d pass out after the first sip.” She hugged the arms around her waist and grinned as she spotted Hannah and Felicity slink away from their male band members to slip into the darkness of the tree line at the back of the property. Those two were going to make headlines soon and Leah had a feeling it would only boost their already promising careers. “I haven’t been sleeping well.” Or eating. Or functioning, for that matter.

“I know.” He held her tight. “I hope it gets better once we’re home.”

“Me, too.” She turned in his arms and drank in the memories that came with the hint of scotch on his breath. “Why don’t you go and mingle for a bit? I need to use the bathroom.”

“OK. I’ll come find you soon.”

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