“No, it won’t.” She laughed, half out of breath. And I didn’t miss the sparkle in her eye when she faced me again. “But I have an idea for a new song. You go practice instrumentals while I write out the new one.”
I clicked my tongue against the back of my teeth and swung my head at her. “You sure enjoy giving me commands, don’t you?”
Diana’s vicious eyes targeted me and staked me through the heart. Her lips curved up into a wicked smirk that coiled around me and weakened my resolve.
“I might,” she hummed, and winked at me. “And you better obey.”
God, I’d get on my knees and worship her if she asked me to.
“Anything you want, Diana,” I promised. “I’m your man.”
Thirteen
Sending Levi to the recording room gave me a few feet to clear my head. Getting his intoxicating scent out of my nose cooled some of the fire in my blood, but it couldn’t erase the memory of his touch or his breath fanning my skin.
Everything about the rockstar aroused me, mind and body. His physical presence evoked another spark of motivation inside of me. Each time he pulled erotic thoughts to the forefront of my head, another song came to life in response.
An easy ambiance settled over the studio as we worked, and I truly enjoyed the experience more than I ever dreamed possible. Creating something new with that frantic energy humming under my skin and Levi playing piano on the other side of the glass brought new words effortlessly to the surface.
By noon, I had half a new song written. An excitement to share those new words filled me and lifted me out of my seat. Before I realized it, I’d pushed the button to get Levi’s attention in the recording room.
He jerked his head up and smiled at me through the glass. The curve of his lips and twinkle in his eye made my heart skip a beat.
Levi pulled off his headphones and set them on top of the grand piano. When I lifted my notebook, showing him the scribbled words, he waved his hand for me to join him.
Comfortably working together in separate rooms was one thing. But without the glass window between us, a tingle of nerves rushed through me. After this morning, I didn’t trust myself not to throw myself at him.
Steeling my resolve, I clutched the notebook to my chest and marched toward the door. I gripped the cold handle and twisted it. When I passed through the door into the warmer recording room, my stomach flipped.
Levi’s wide shoulders stretched his charcoal gray shirt deliciously. He twisted around on the piano bench, and my eyes dropped to his bulging bicep.
Then he patted his thigh, an open invitation to take a seat.
My throat constricted when I tried to swallow.
Oh god, does he want me to sit in his lap? What should I do?
“I’m not doing that.” I shook my head.
I wanted to sit in his lap again. More than that, I wanted him to bend me over the piano and stretch me out.
“Oh, come on. You’re the one who bites, remember?” He patted his thigh again.
I scoffed, rolling my eyes. Yet that was enough to convince me.
Levi didn’t even attempt hiding his smirk as I stepped around the bench, then lowered myself onto his lap. He watched me as if I were a queen, taking a seat at her throne, like I belonged right there with my ass seated on his legs.
Knowing I wasn’t wearing any underwear and my pussy was right on his leg made my insides quiver with charged need. His thigh was so warm, and his body flush with my backside made my head dizzy in the best way.
“Here,” I breathed shakily, handing over the notebook.
Levi accepted with a bright grin. His eyes gleamed while he read over the half-page I’d written as if he was reading words from the divine. And his smile stretched wider with each line.
I thrummed a random tune on the piano while he read to hide how nervous I was for his approval.
An excited chuckle passed his lips, and his legs bounced from the force. The friction against my heated pussy forced me to choke down the gasp that lurched in the back of my throat.
“This is fantastic. How should it be sung?” Levi asked. His furious breath brushed over the side of my neck, provoking a shiver down my spine.