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“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”

His cock throbs, stretching my hole. I’m stuffed full, the good feelings everywhere, the hotel spinning on its axis. But it’s not until Shadow grabs my face and pulls me into a sloppy wet kiss that I finally explode.

My climax rolls through me like an earthquake, pure pleasure a drumbeat at my core, and then I’m orgasming, spraying cum and gasping Shadow’s name as he holds me up with his rough, strong hands. All the emotions from earlier shatter, leaving me raw and hot.

“Nico!” Shadow yells, and as his muscles tense, his body jerks with an equally powerful orgasm.

I collapse on his chest, sticky semen hot between our bodies. Shadow is buried in me, hard and warm as the aftershocks roll through.

He strokes the side of my head. “Beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice broken, like he can barely gather the strength for words.

“Beautiful,” I whisper back.

We hold each other. Not two strangers with a million secrets, but Nico and Shadow with nowhere to hide.

When the chemicals finally start to fade, I push myself up. The sheets and blankets are thrown to the floor, but the luxurious hotel is otherwise impeccable, and the city twinkles outside the window.

The doubt starts to creep back in, all the worries I tried to ignore still waiting there, right where I left them. Maybe I need to go home, sneak out before the morning comes and I risk getting spotted. Getting caught would cost us both everything. Before I open my mouth, though, Shadow wraps an arm around my shoulder and holds me to him.

“Stay the night,” he says simply.

And because my brain is riddled with sex hormones, or I’m experiencing some kind of personality crisis, or maybe just because I’m totally smitten, I nod like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

“Okay,” I whisper. “Sure.”

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

SHADOW

When I wake,Nico is curled against me. I’ve got one arm across his side, and I can feel his chest rise and fall with his slow breath.

We’re both in our underwear, and his bare skin is pressed to mine, ridiculously warm and comforting. For a few seconds, I sink into absolute fucking bliss.

I never get to share a bed with someone.

Then my brain wakes up.

What am I doing?

I’m going to fuck his whole life up. Being with me is going to cost him the spot in Kissing Dirt and wreck anything good I’ve done since my cocky ass offered him a motorcycle ride.

I’m a selfish piece of shit. Fuck.

But he smells so good. Like licorice and a rainy beach.

And he’s talented. Talented musicians are hot as fuck.

And I really goddamn like him.

I tear myself away because otherwise the sound of his sweet breathing is going to drive me insane. In the bathroom, I turn on all three heads in the marble shower and let steam fill the space, talking shit on myself the whole time.

I didn’t have the backbone to stand up to Forbidden Destiny. That’s proof I’m not good enough for Nico. He’s in a brilliantly talented band with nice people and a unique sound, and I’m in Forbidden Destiny with a couple of sellout douchenozzles, so nope.

I dry off and step into one of those fluffy white bathrobes these places always have, and when I wander back into the room, Nico is awake. He’s standing near the kitchen in his little blue boxer briefs, pouring himself a cup of coffee from the machine.

My chest hurts. Fuck. He’s so cute.

“You’re up.”

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