Page 68 of Seven Night Stopover

Whatever had broken her had made her ideal for him. Ideal…Perfect.

The session ended in a crescendo of drums, piano and guitar strains. Leia broke into applause, and a smile split his face.

Even when Spikes glanced her way with another of those furtive lusty-heavy looks, he didn’t feel as homicidal.

Leia was his. Only his. And he aimed to keep it that way.

He handed the guitar to the stagehand and walked over to her. Grabbing the lapels of his leather jacket, he pulled her close and kissed her, reveling in her touch when her hands curled around his waist.

“Was I a good groupie? Will you let me into your trailer or do I still have to chain myself to it?” she murmured for his ears alone when he raised his head.

“Sweetheart, if I had a trailer I’d fuck you on every surface inside it, then I’d fuck you on top of it, under the stars so your beauty can touch the very heavens.”

Her pulse fluttered wildly and she grinned. “You say the hottest things, Noah King.”

“Enjoy the concert, you two.” Spikes walked over. “Leia, I’ll see you back here in ninety minutes.”

Noah shook his hand and hustled her back to their private balcony before his mood turned sour at the thought of letting her anywhere near Spikes.

The next ninety minutes passed in an excruciating medley of enjoyment and frustration. He basked in Leia’s delight at the talent on show but each time she leaned over the balcony and wriggled her ass against him, his knees threatened to buckle.

Many times he bit his tongue against ordering them to leave. She’d never forgive him if he thwarted her dream. But hell, he had to fuck her soon or he’d go blind.

She wriggled again. He grabbed her waist. “Stop it.” His voice was rough, lacking the force he wanted to project.

She glanced over her shoulder at him. Then wriggled again.

On the balcony, the other three Indigo Lounge couples who’d joined them were absorbed in the band and crowds below.

Blocking their view with his body, he spanked her ass hard and heard her yelp.

“Stop. Wriggling. You’ve been torturing me for the last hour, determined to drive me over the fucking edge.” He soothed the burn, then spanked her four more times in quick succession. She bit her lip and her nipples hardened to rigid nubs beneath the silk.

He petted her ass as Fused Realms ended a third song to roaring applause and launched into the fourth. “After this one you’re on. You’ll be down there, making your dream come true with my handprint on your ass. Does that turn you on?” He kissed his way down her jaw and licked at her skipping pulse.

She gave a delicate shudder. “Yes.”

“Good. Have fun and be prepared to leave straight after.”

He took her hand and led her the way they’d gone earlier. Backstage was a frenzy of excited post-gig high, flowing booze and roadies trying to haul equipment amid the chaos.

Noah scrubbed his intention to return upstairs and stayed put at the curtained-off entrance of the stage. Fliss spotted them and indicated a small darkened section near the back of the stage without breaking the rhythm of the high note she was singing.

He nodded and led Leia there. From where they stood, they could see the fifteen rows of the auditorium and the two giant big screens strung high on the walls.

A smile broke over her face, another wriggle working its way through her body. She stopped halfway and glanced at him.

“You know I could pull you back against me, lift your skirt, and fuck you right here and no one would notice?”

She turned her head and rubbed her cheek against his stubble. “But you won’t.”

“No. Because I’m addicted to seeing you reach a new high each time we fuck. Those highs only come with time and patience. And I’m finding that I’m getting invested in your pleasure, Leia Michaels.”

She opened her mouth to answer just as the song ended. Gary looked their way and nodded. This time Noah let her excited wriggle go and basked in her sheer excitement as she hopped up onto the stage and took her place.

The first song—“Toxic Yin and Yang”—dealt with the edgy underbelly of jealousy, an emotion Ashley had excelled in evoking from him?—

Hell, why the hell couldn’t he stop thinking about her? And why now when before last week in his office he hadn’t given her a thought in months and only during therapy?

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