Page 6 of Dirty Rock

“Anything.”

“Wrong answer. Communicate. Give me your desires.”

“I want… you,” she whispered. “Any way I can have you.”

“Me, too,” the brunette behind me joined in as she ran her sharp nails over my scalp, making my eyes roll into the back of my head and a low groan rise in my throat.

“Fuck, I love my life,” I sighed. “Get on the bed, both of—”

The door to my suite opened, the loud bang of it against the wall making all three of us turn in the direction of the noise.

Blondie was on her knees, licking the taste of me off her lips.

Brunette was pressed against my back as I stood there with my trousers around my ankles.

Julia, my fucking publicist, was staring at all three of us with a look of disgust on her face before she rolled her eyes, slowly turned her back on the scene, and held up her hand. Her fingers were splayed, and I saw her suck in a breath that made her shoulders rise and fall slowly.

“Party’s over!” she cried. “Five,” she began counting, dropping her first finger. “Four…”

I smirked at the blonde. “Oh dear. Time’s up.”

“What?” Blondie asked, confused. “You want us to leave?”

“No, babe.” I glanced up at Julia. “She does.”

“Three!” Julia said a little louder.

“Two,” I mouthed, the same time as Jules.

“What is she? Your wife or something?” the brunette behind me asked.

“Christ, no.” I winced; the thought ridiculous.

“Then why the hell is she acting like it?”

“Because she’s the only woman around here who can.”

I shrugged that chick off, already going limp. Reaching down, I began to lift up my jeans, bouncing on my toes to let my sensitive dick fall into place before I zipped myself back up.

“One!” Julia cried.

With a downturned smirk, I held my hands in the air. “Sorry, ladies. She’s the boss.”

The girls huffed and puffed as they huddled together, giving me a quick look of disgust before the two of them picked up their clothes and scurried past my publicist, offering her a parting glance of hate.

When the door to my room slammed shut, Julia slowly spun around to face me.

“Someone better be dying, Jules,” I said with an amused smile as I tugged on my belt.

“Idosense a murder coming on.”

“It was just a little fun. No harm done.”

“Do you have any idea who those two women were?”

“I didn’t need their names. Just their talents.”

“So, this is it?” she asked, standing there in her slim-fitting blue jeans, her white T-shirt tucked in, ever the professional. At least she’d lost the cropped little blazer she loved to wear so much. Without that, she looked more human. Relatable. Like someone who wouldn’t chop my bellend off with a blunt knife.

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