Page 160 of Play Dirty (Brooklyn Dawn 1)

“Is that right? Does that mean you intend to actually come see me on this leg?”

“I could come back with you tonight.” I hadn’t planned on saying it. Hadn’t let myself think about it overmuch.

I didn’t want to remember she was leaving me.

Things were so good between us right now. Being with her didn’t require thought. We were already easy with each other in a way I’d never hoped to find with another person.

“Gee, that almost seems boyfriend-ly. I wonder why you’d pick now to suddenly want to shadow me?”

“Fuck shadow. Fuck boyfriend shit too.” I pulled her against me and pressed my mouth to hers, reminding her that I wasn’t some little boy she could slot into a usual role.

She remembered fast, rising on her toes to wind her arms around my neck, cleaving her body to mine from breasts to thighs.

But the moment in heaven didn’t last.

All too soon, she was nipping my lower lip and pulling away. “Cameras,” she said as if I ever forgot.

Except today, I had. Our moment together was far more important than those who might be recording it.

Fucking let them.

“You know I’d love to have you.” She rolled her tongue over her lips, nice and slow. My cock stirred as if she’d used it on that part of me. “In all possible ways. In fact…” She tugged her phone out of her purse.

“What are you doing?” I knew what I was doing, and it involved discreetly shifting myself so that I wasn’t leading

with my dick.

“Texting Darcy to put you on the safe list for the shows and all private areas.” She finished typing and cocked her head. “You’re okay with an all-access pass, right?”

Vixen.

I couldn’t help hauling her to me again so she could feel the damage she’d wrought. Her throaty laughter didn’t help the situation.

Leaning down, I pressed my mouth to her ear. “Be careful, duchess. I always get my own back.”

“Please do.” She turned her phone to show me her text to her team.

Make sure Alexander Nash has priority all-access at all shows. Including stage side tix.

I swallowed hard. The words in black and white seemed so important somehow.

And I needed to come to a show. Soon.

“Thank you.” I grazed my fingertips along the curve of her cheek. “I know you think I only asked to come because I’m worried about you.”

She tipped down her glasses and arched a brow.

“It’s part of it,” I admitted. “I don’t want you out of my sight.”

Her throat moved. “Well, now, that’s nice. Concern is a lovely, wide step to land on. Just don’t stay there too long.” She reached down to lace her fingers through mine. “Besides, you heard Donovan. I’ll be guarded like a priceless diamond.”

“I hate the thought of you up on that stage right now.”

Her hand went cool in mine. She didn’t pull away, but she could. She would.

Hating that part of her life would only lead to this ending that much sooner. She’d be better for it.

I would not.

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