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Throwing my head back in defeat, it hit the wall with a thud, and I stretched my neck out, begging him to kiss me there. He was everywhere, hands fumbling under my top, his hard dick pressing against me, making heat pool between my legs.

Fuck, I was hungry for him, high from the smell of his aftershave, alcohol, and watching him on stage, hearing those words he’d declared to me.

Two further weak attempts to tell him to wait fell from my lips, but Presley knew what they really meant. They meant go harder. Go faster. Get inside me right now before I fucking explode.

He took his time, making me wait and drawing out orgasm after orgasm with nothing more than his lips and tongue for what seemed like forever. When Presley finally screwed me against that wall, and he fucked me harder than we’d ever fucked before with sweat collecting between us, there were only four words that could be heard on repeat.

I love you, Tess.

I love you, Tess.

I love you, Tess.

I believed them, too.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Nights turned to days, days returning to nights over and over again.

Everything involving Olivia was forgotten the moment Presley and I walked out of the dressing room door to cheers of applause and cries of Rhett telling everyone what he knew we’d been doing.

After Paris, we flew to Berlin.

Budapest.

Croatia.

Eventually landing in Barcelona six days later, a whirlwind of activity around us every night only for us to crash hard in the day. We slept below the sunlight, hidden behind thick curtains and even thicker walls. I may have been standing in these beautiful cities, but I definitely didn’t get to see or appreciate them the way I knew they deserved to be seen and appreciated. All I saw were venues and hotel rooms, followed by the night skies and the moon above us. How these men had done this for three years already, I didn’t know. I was getting through it because of Presley, and Presley alone.

He woke most early afternoons with nothing but love in his eyes, flipping me onto my back to devour me. Each time he made love to me, I lost another little piece of myself to him and all that he was.

Each time he made love to me, he’d make me promise to stay.

I did. I always did, just for him.

We’d landed in Barcelona only two hours earlier, and we were now walking into another hotel room, in another city, with another schedule to stick to. Julia tipped the concierge while Presley disappeared into the bathroom, and I stared out of the window overlooking this incredible new world we’d been dropped into.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” Julia asked quietly, walking up close behind me.

I didn’t bother to turn around. It was a gloriously sunny afternoon in the Spanish city, and the views were spectacular.

“It’s out of this world,” I eventually answered.

“Do you know how hard it is to get a hotel to accept a booking for a rock band?”

“You’ve done a wonderful job.” I smiled.

We were staying in the Grand Hotel Central—a place of classic luxury and modern tastes. On our way in, we’d been offered complimentary spa treatments, room service from the City Restaurant, with one member of staff even offering to host a private cocktail-making session for the band on the rooftop pool.

“You doing okay?” Julia asked, forcing me to glance over my shoulder at her. She looked as tired as I felt.

“Are you?” I countered.

“I will be after tonight.”

“What’s happening tonight?”

“Nothing,” she said as she leaned forward and her face came alive. “The guys have the night off before their show tomorrow.”

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