Page 29 of Out of the Blue

Cordelia waves to him. “Bye!”

I stride over to the curb, ignoring the long line of people waiting to get in and party. Actually, the line looks longer than before. Word must’ve gotten out that Hunte’s inside. My body goes rigid.

“Everything okay?”

I’m roused out of my stupor by the woman at my side. She had nothing to do with this mess. “Yeah. Long day, that’s all.”

Our Uber pulls up and I help her into the car, which shuttles us to the hotel. We keep our conversation to a minimum. What’s there to say anyway?

“Thank you,” Cordelia offers the driver as she exits the vehicle.

“Yeah, thanks.” In the app, I add a tip and review the driver before following her into the hotel. I’m too agitated to go straight to my room, and the bar provides a perfect spot to blow off the steam ready to combust inside my body. When she starts toward the elevators, I pause in front of the bar. “I’m going to stop off here. Have a good night.”

She comes to a halt. Her eyes squint as if she’s trying to figure me out.Good luck. “You know? A nightcap sounds good. May I join you?”

Do I care? Hell to the no. I shrug. “Suit yourself.”

She slips onto a high bar stool and I order our drinks. A seltzer and vodka with a wedge of lime for her, and a Bud for me. In a pilsner this time. She extends her glass up to me. “To a successful day. Joey’s story has been buried, and you all hit it out of the park at the concert.”

Our glasses clink together. The beer sloshes its way down my throat, leaving a calming wake. She isn’t wrong. “The way you counteracted the tabloid’s article was great. Joey’s hopeful all the positive press and donations will help some families.”

She uncrosses and recrosses her legs as if she’s unused to getting praise for her good work. In a low voice, she replies, “Thanks.” After a brief pause, she adds, “Apex’s Marketing VP was happy with the strategy, too.”

We drink in silence as the Latin strains of Ozzy Martinez filter through the bar. I’m more inclined to believe most of the strategy came from Cordelia but let her comment slide.

“You were fantastic out there tonight. By the last part, you were loosening up with the audience. And they were enjoying your show.” She takes another sip of her drink.

Warmth spreads through my body. “I’m glad you’re seeing improvement.”

She nods. “And now I know you’re having some, ah, difficulties in getting onto the stage, we can tackle them together. I’m looking forward to doing some research for you.”

“You really want to help me?”

She traces the logo on the napkin before lowering her glass onto it. “As I said before, your success is my success.”

My thumb traces the back of her palm. Our gazes lock. “I think you can do anything you set your mind to accomplishing.”

She sucks in her breath, her eyes flicking to my lips. My dick pushes against my fly. Fuck it. I tug her forward and our mouths fuse. My heart rate spikes and, for the first time tonight, it’s not out of fear. Or anger. No, this time it’s pure passion.

I pull back. “We need to go to a room.”

She tucks a wisp of hair behind her ear. “Yours.”

I’m on my feet before she can change her mind. Not that I expect her to, but she can be unpredictable. I toss some bills onto the bar and lead her to the elevator, and then inside my suite. When the door closes behind her, I pin her against it.

“You’re staying here tonight.”

Since she doesn’t object for two full seconds, I slam my mouth against hers. I want to fuck my stage fright, Hunte, and this night out of my system. I rid her of her clothes while she does the same to me, but not before I take a few condoms from my front pocket. Leaving everything on the floor, I hoist her up around her waist—she wraps her legs around me—and bring us into the bedroom, where I deposit her onto the bed.

I don’t waste any time, pushing her body down onto the mattress with my own. Her hardened nipples poke my pecs. Our first time doing it on a bed.

“Trent. God.” She moans when I open her up, spread eagle, and dip my finger into her wet pussy.

I’m too impatient to go down on her. All I want to do is pound into her wet body and suck on her tits, all of which are laid out before me. I tear open a packet. She snags the latex out of my hand and rolls it down my hard cock.

Sheathed and ready to go, I swirl two fingers inside her to ensure she’s ready for me. I pull my digits out and touch them to my mouth, savoring the tangy goodness. She’s more than ready.

Lining up to her entrance, I push forward. Her hips raise to meet me and when I’m fully sheathed inside her, I wait a beat. Wrapping her legs around my shoulders, I pull out and thrust into her again. And again.

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