Page 95 of Double or Nothing

“Fuck you.” I try to sound pissed, but I’m laughing. “You were right, okay? Coming back here, fixing things with Kat.” I stop just before the stage and turn to him. When I do, I see Kat a few feet back. She’s smiling broadly, so is Mac. “Thank you.”

“Go get ‘em, tiger.”

A quick wink at Kat, then I head out onto the stage.

It’s electric and intense. The venue is much smaller than where I’ve been playing, but I love it. The fans seem closer, the music louder, and every time I glance to my right, there’s Kat. She’s singing and dancing, Mac at her side, rolling his eyes at her.

Fucking perfection.

Intermission rolls around, and I charge off the stage.

“Where the hell you going?” Mac shouts after me.

Kat’s hand in mine, I drag her behind me.

“Sutton, slow down.”

I maneuver us down a long hallway into an open door.

“What are you doing?” Kat asks.

“I want you, baby.”

“Here? Now?”

“Tonight… it’s everything I ever wanted.” My lips crash against hers. “You are everything I wanted. I am so sorry, Kitty Kat.”

Her arms wrap around my neck as her tongue dances with mine. When she pulls back, she turns around, tosses me a look over her shoulder, and says the only thing I want to hear.

“Fuck me, Sutton.”

“Hands on the wall and don’t move them.”

I know her. She’ll want to touch herself, her breasts, her clit, but I don’t want anyone’s hands on her but mine, not even hers.

I move the tight fabric of her dress up so it’s wrapped around her waist and slap her bare ass.

“This had better be for my benefit,” I tell her.

“And mine.”

I run my fingers along her seam, the wetness coating my fingers. I bring them to my lips and suck the liquid from them.

“So. Damn. Good.”

As much as I want to savor her, I don’t have much time. I make haste with my belt, my jeans, and my boxers, and the moment my dick is free, I push into her.

“Sutton,” she cries out.

The mixture of pleasure and pain I hear urges me on.

Pulling out, I slam back into her. Her cries are so fucking sexy. I thrust, hard and fast. Time is of the essence, and we both need to get what we want. Her hand slides from the wall toward her body.

I smack her ass, the sound of my hand hitting her flesh filling the room.

“Hands on the wall.”

The woman controls every piece of me. I would do anything for her, but right now, I need her to do this for me. I need to be the one in control.

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