“It was too slow.”

Alex stood and walked towards her.

“You were breathtaking.”

“I bobbled the roll on the sextuplet run. I’m not kidding. There was nothing graceful and flute-like about that—”

He cut her off with a kiss. A kiss that led to him pushing her back against the wall. Hemming her in with his body. He took one of the round mallets she still held and lowered it between them until it pressed against her clit. He continued to kiss her, felt her feeble attempt at pushing him away.

“You want me to stop?”

Zoe looked up at him. “No.”

He kissed her again, revelling as she fell into the moment with him.

A moment where her colours and notes still swirled in the room, and he wanted to inhale them both. He eased the head of the mallet back and forth, feeling her body spasm in reaction. He wanted her to feel that glorious moment when passion came to fruition. A beautiful piece of music. Untapped innate sexuality. Something way more than the mundane. A thing so glorious it was impossible to resist.

“Alex,” she gasped as he reached into the neck of her dress and teased her nipple. He’d realised last night she loved the pinch of pain when he tweaked it. And right now, she needed to ditch the critical voice that existed within every creative.

She brought her fingertips to her chin and moved them away.

Please.

He sped up his strokes, watching as her eyes squeezed shut in the kind of ecstasy he wanted to follow her in. Her soft gasp had his dick harder than iron.

Watching her rock her hips to come never got old.

When she finally came, her whole body became rigid beneath his fingers.

Easing her down, he kissed her gently. “Next time you play, remember where these mallets have been, and what they’re capable of. In my hands, or yours.”

Stepping away, he fixed her bra and smoothed the neckline of her dress, then handed the mallet back to her.

“I may never be able to play with them or in this room ever again,” Zoe whispered. “What if someone had come in?”

“They would have seen my back. And I would have glared.”

Zoe grinned. “It would probably have worked. I’m glad you’re here.”

Alex looked around the room, at the room she practised in, so he could visualise it when she told him she was in there. “Yeah. I’m glad I’m here too. Everything that just happened in here was beautiful.

They headed further into town for lunch, settling on Korean fried chicken at Chimaek, after parking beneath the bridge, just down from Gorilla. They ordered a mix of four servings of soy and garlic and four spicy mayo, Katsu prawns and curry sauce, and two pints of Asahi.

“You know, with the extended tour, I won’t be home as much. I want you to join me as often as you can. During holidays and the like. Long weekends. Hell, I’d take day trips.”

“Don’t chew food while you’re talking, I can’t follow your lips properly.”

“Sorry,” Alex said, before wiping his mouth with a napkin. He repeated his words, relieved when he saw the flicker of a smile.

“You asking me to go steady, King?”

Alex laughed. “No, I’m telling you.”

She reached across the table for his hand. “I’d like that.”

“And I want to add content about us to my social media. Is that okay?”

“Only the PG images though, right?”