Page 115 of Dirty Rock

“Thank you,” she breathed. “She was driving me crazy.”

“You weren’t the one she was touching up.”

“Never thought I’d see the day when you turned down a woman like her.”

I smiled into her neck. “Found something better, didn’t I?”

“You’ve got to stop talking like that.” The smile in her voice was obvious. I blew a stream of air over her skin and watched on as it pebbled with arousal.

“Do I?”

“No,” she sighed dreamily.

“Didn’t think so.”

* * *

We showered the shitty day off of us, and now we were in the hotel suite, listening to Fleetwood Mac’sYou Make Loving Fun.Jules looked light as she swayed those hips around in front of me, wearing nothing but a white robe with the hotel’s name embroidered over her left breast. Her wet hair was scraped back, making her look fresh as fuck. She had early 90s Demi Moore vibes going on for days, only Jules made Demi look like trailer trash. She was makeup-free and glowing on life as she sang along to Stevie Nicks, talking about she doesn’t believe in miracles but it’s time to try.

How she didn’t believe in magic, and she had no idea why.

Julia turned me on without even trying, and I understood this song better than ever before. I’d listened to it with Ma a thousand times when growing up. It had always been one of her favourites.

Jules lifted a glass of champagne to her lips and took a drink as she flipped idly through the pages of a Hollywood newspaper that rested on a table in the suite. I was sitting in a wingback chair, content to just watch her.

I began to sing along to the song.

She spun around on the heels of her feet, but never stopped swaying that body I loved to do wicked things to. Like this, she was a version of herself I could never have imagined existed. So feminine, natural, pure, with a little twinkle in her eyes that assured you she was capable of destroying everything I ever thought about myself.

“Goddammit, I love your voice,” she told me. “Somuch more than I can ever express.”

Pushing myself to the edge of the chair, I sang along with Nicks, and beckoned Julia towards me with a single crook of my finger. I looked up at her through my dark lashes when she came closer, admiring everything about her as I slid my hands up her silky thighs, and let them disappear under her dressing gown.

She ran a free hand through my hair and pulled it back to take a look at me, not saying a word.

Her face, however, said a million. I felt them, even if she couldn’t speak them.

The track changed toGold Dust Woman,and I ran my hands over her bare arse cheeks, before sliding them back around down her thighs. I caressed her legs and stomach while the track played on, and I never looked away from that face I’d become anchored to.

Her face was flushed, and she took another small sip of her champagne. Gripping an arse cheek, I let my other hand slide around to the front of her, and I cupped her where the heat waited, begging for my attention.

She was always ready for me, hot, wet, needy.

My lips twitched, and I fought back my smile of victory as I slid a single finger through her folds, my dick growing at the feel of what was waiting for me once I’d brought her to her knees.

And I would bring her to her knees.

“I’m going to make you come right here, and I’m not going to stop until your legs give way.”

“Promises, promises,” she whispered.

Sliding a finger inside her, my lips parted as I watched her face change and her mouth open. She contracted around me, so tight and ready for it. In sex, Julia was needy as fuck, and I loved to make her beg for her orgasms. My denial drove her crazy, but when I finally set her free, she came harder than any woman I’d ever been with.

I couldn’t get enough.

Another digit slipped in, and I curled my fingers around to hit her sweet spot. The glass in her hand shook as she pulled in a breath, holding onto my shoulder quickly with her other palm and squeezing tight. I worked her slowly, then hard, teasing her clit with my thumb before pulling it away and stroking the skin on her thighs again.

“Rhett,” she breathed heavily. “I want everything.”

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