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My mouth gaped open, but I recovered quickly.
“Please, please make me come.”
“Not good enough.”
“Please! I need it. I need you. I need you to make me come. Please!”
He shushed me by seizing my mouth and thrusting his tongue inside, silencing my pleas. He sped up, fucking me with his fingers faster and faster, too much and not enough at the same time.
“Hold on, baby.”
I squeezed his hips with my thighs and threw my arms around his neck. He removed his hand from my waist and returned to playing with my clit, pressing and rolling and massaging it, giving it to me just like I’d begged him until—
My vision exploded with stars, my orgasm flooding through me, stealing my breath. My nerves sang up and down my body, concentrating between my legs as I throbbed around his fingers.
The pleasure abated, and I slumped down against him, too weak to keep myself upright. He withdrew his fingers and caught me before I fell over, clutching me to his chest.
I lay there panting hard to catch my breath. We were silent for long moments before he spoke.
“Are you sure?” he whispered.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
Chapter Nineteen
Jayceand I were trying to be cool in public even though all we wanted to do was put our hands all over each other. I thought we’d managed to do a fairly good job of it until Kell suggested another night of drinking.
“And don’t wear that same red dress,” he told me. “Find something hotter.”
“I’m sorry my clothes don’t meet your requirements on the hotness meter.”
Gabriella, the make-up girl I’d become friends with, took pity on me and loaned me something she called abodycondress. I took it to mean body conforming, because damn, did it hug my every curve in just the right places.
It took some courage to leave my hotel room, and I had to run to catch the taxi before the guys left without me.
I thought Jayce’s eyes were going to pop out of his head when I climbed in, the hem of my dress riding up my thighs much higher than I was comfortable with. He coughed and turned his head before he could be caught.
Kell had no such problem, staring at me with his tongue practically hanging out.
“Damn, internet girl, you pull off that sexy look real well. I’m going to be beating guys off with sticks all night.”
I couldn’t help but preen at the compliment, though a blush still rose in my cheeks. I’d rarely been called sexy before. Cute, sure, and pretty sometimes, but rarely sexy.
“You look very nice, Ailey,” Ren said with a smile. “If this deviant gives you any problems tonight,” he jerked his thumb toward Kell, “I’ll put a fist through his skull.”
“Get in line,” Jayce muttered.
We arrived at the club, a different one in a different city, but had no problems getting waved through the red velvet rope and being seated at another private booth.
Once we all had drinks in our hands, the conversation turned to my work.
“How are the fan reactions so far?” Ren asked. “Are they liking our behind-the-scenes stuff?”
The guys rarely asked about what I did, and aside from Jayce, I didn’t think they even checked their social media accounts to see what I’d posted. They answered questions and posed for pictures, but that seemed to be the extent of their interest.
“Everyone’s eating it up. Fans can’t enough of you guys. They all want to know more about you. In fact,” I said thoughtfully, “a few people have even sent nasty messages my way. They don’t even know who I am, but they’re dying of jealousy. People would kill for the kind of access I have.”
“So that’s how you got the job,” Ren said with a grin. “Who’d you kill? Come on, you can tell us.”
