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Wrapping his arms wrap around my waist, he nuzzles my neck. “I thought it would be best if we started with dessert.” He lowers his voice. “Work up an appetite for dinner.”

A giggle escapes me as he nips at my neck. “Dessert sounds perfect. Except… I get the first taste this time.”

The elevator opens, and I reach for his belt, tugging him in with me.

Chapter 42

Sutton

Concert days always have me full of energy. Today, I feel it a little extra, almost like the first time I took the stage. I feel antsy as I sit in the green room with Kat. Well, she’s sitting, and I’m pacing. It’s all because of her.

I first felt it during soundcheck when she sat on the side, watching. It felt like the old days, only better because I was on a real stage, and I could give Kat the life she deserves.

Finally, after all these years, I feel complete. Everything I ever wanted has come to fruition. This is the way things were supposed to be, how they were supposed to go—Kat and me taking on the world.

All day, everything has just felt… right.

“Is there anything else we can get you, Mr. Cole?” the young kid asks.

The nervous undertone in his voice makes me want to laugh. It always does. I’ll never get used to people looking up to me, admiring me. Hell, wishing they were me. I get it. I remember doing it. Some of my favorite musicians and groups like Johnny Rocket, the Beastly Undertones, and Crenshaw still get to me. I might play with them, be nearly on their level, yet I still feel that jittery nervousness when I’m near them.

The rock star life can be a struggle—endless days on the road, no place to really call home. As much as I love what I do, glancing over at Kat, I’m grateful for this upcoming residency. Nothing ever sounded better than getting to do what I love with the girl I love by my side.

“Nah, kid, I’m good. Thanks.”

“Kid?” Kat laughs. “He’s like a year younger than you.”

“Are you laughing at me?” I ask as I take a step in her direction.

“Sutton.” There’s a warning in her tone… as if that will stop me.

She bolts from the couch, but there’s nowhere to go. She backs herself into a corner. Perfect. My hands press against the walls on either side of her face.

“What are you going to do to me?”

Oh, the thoughts the question puts in my head, especially with her looking like she does. Her dark hair is straight and sleek today, and the black leather dress she’s wearing leaves little to the imagination. Good for me, trouble for anyone who gives her a second glance.

My hand slides between her thighs and touches the soft skin of her sex. Christ, she’s killing me. My thumb rubs over her clit, and she whimpers. Fucking perfection.

“Hey, Sut, you’re on,” Mac’s voice says. “Oh, shit. Sorry.”

“I’m coming.” I turn my focus back to Kat. “This isn’t over.”

“Promises, promises.”

I press my lips to hers, needing to feel her one more time before I take the stage.

“Keep her close. I want to see her,” I tell Mac as we walk toward the stage.

Mac laughs. “Sure thing, Sut.”

“I know. I know.” One of the guys hands me my guitar. “If I say it, will you quit with this laughing shit?”

“Wait, let me get my phone.”

“Why?”

“You admitting I’m right? This is a once-in-a-lifetime thing I have to get on video.”

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