Page 104 of Cherry Beats

“Don’t you do that—don’t you try and distract me with sex talk to get me all confused and agreeable.”

“Imagine my big dick inside of you in all those different countries, Cherry.”

“Presley,” I groaned. “Stop it.”

“Yeah. That’s it. Moan hard for me.”

“I know what you’re doing.” I glared at him.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He smirked.

“Focus. Listen to me. Presley, we never discussed me travelling all over the world when I agreed to spend time with you.”

“I didn’t know we had to. Does it matter where we are as long as we’re together and I get to touch you whenever I feel like it?”

“Oh, boy. Stop it. Stop it right now.”

“What?” He laughed.

“You know what. You’re working your shazam to make me swoon and agreeable.” I pointed at him in warning, giving him my best irritated glare, even though my thighs pressed together at the thought of him touching me whenever he felt like it.

“I don’t get what the big deal is.” Presley sighed. “You agreed to stay.”

“I know that, but…”

“And you couldn’t possibly think that that involved being shacked up in this London hotel for the next few weeks.”

I hadn’t even given it a damn thought. There’d been no mention of travel over the last few days, and even though Bourbon had given me his blessing to take a bit of time off, I hadn’t considered jumping on the nearest plane and touring the world with Youth Gone Wild during my absence from the bar.

“Well… I mean, I...” I stuttered, trying hard to focus as I looked back at him, all rock god vibes and sculpted, tanned muscle dressed in leather.

Presley took a few steps closer to me, clearly trying to contain his amusement. “Look,” he said as he pushed his hands into the thickness of my hair. “Listen to me, pretty green eyes. Before you can come up with a bunch of reasons why you shouldn’t do this, try and focus on one reason why you should.”

You, I thought.

“And then imagine this is the only chance you have to follow that reason. Can you say you wouldn’t regret it if you didn’t go with your gut and have some fun?”

“I’m pretty sure this is how you got me into bed with you that very first time.”

“Don’t act like you hadn’t wanted that for years before.”

He gave me a chaste kiss and released me, snatching his grey beanie hat off the side table and fixing it in place on his head while he looked in the mirror. He made looking good seem effortless, and all I could do was admire him like the work of art he truly was.

“Please tell me you brought your passport.” He caught my eye in the reflection of the mirror as he tucked his hair under his hat.

I had. I’d brought everything of value with me, knowing Freddie was crashing at my place, not trusting my younger brother with anything of importance while I wasn’t around to parent him like the child he was.

“Dammit,” I whispered, knowing I definitely had no excuses or reasons not to travel now.

“You’re so cute when you act like you don’t want this.” The flash of that genuine smile made my body tingle.

“Just out of interest, how long will we be gone for?”

Presley turned to face me, dropping his hands down by his sides. “I’ll be gone for months. How long you stay with me is entirely up to you.”

“Months,” I mouthed, feeling the gut punch that single word delivered to me. Of course, I wanted to stay with him forever but leaving my life, my job, and my friends behind wasn’t something I could do at the drop of a hat just because I’d fallen in love with a famous musician.

“Don’t think of anything but today, Cherry. Let me give you today. Tomorrow doesn’t exist when you’re with me.”

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