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The hand gripping her hip slides forward, and I press my thumb against her clit. Her response is immediate. Her head falls back, her body tenses, and she tightens around me. She screams out my name again, and I’m done. Her orgasm draws mine out of me, and I chase it and her with reckless abandon, exploding inside of her.

Resting my head against her back, I’m grateful to feel her skin against mine.

“You need to get back,” she reminds me.

For the first time, I’m not eager to run onto the stage. I’m perfectly happy where I am. But she’s right. I have to go. Being a gentleman, I tug her dress down before tucking myself in.

“I love you, Kitty Kat.”

“I love you, too.”

We step out of the closet and walk down the hall to Mac’s knowing smile.

“What the hell am I going to do with the two of you? You’re five minutes behind schedule.”

“He’s worth the wait,” Kat says.

Chapter 43

Kat

“Kiss for good luck?” Sutton asks me as we walk toward the stage.

“Didn’t we already do that?”

“Don’t you know by now that I never want to stop doing that?”

Still, I marvel he’s moments away from stepping onto the stage into the limelight, and all he wants is a kiss from me. I step into his waiting arms and press a kiss to his lips.

“Good luck, baby.”

The action takes me back five years. Back to that night, Sutton’s last show in Vegas before he became a major success. So much about tonight feels vastly the same as it did back then, yet it’s all so different. We’re in a venue that holds thousands versus the hundreds that would fill the small clubs he used to play in.

The crowd is already cheering loudly, chanting for their favorite singer to take the stage. This right here is exactly what I knew he was meant for, what I wanted for him. My heart aches that to get here, I had to lose so much time with him. Stupid, broken kids.

While I know he wants to try to make this work, part of me wonders if we’re still those stupid and broken kids or if we can do it this time around.

Mac’s on stage, hyping up the crowd. He introduces the man himself, Sutton Cole, and the crowd goes crazier, if that’s even possible. Sutton throws a wink my way before heading onto the stage.

Watching him on stage leaves me awestruck.

All these years, I’ve avoided him, his music—everything. Now, I’m so glad I did because this is how I want to experience it. This is the way I needed to see him for the first time. Live. On stage. In all his glory.

Tears of joy sting my eyes as he belts out the first verse. Awestruck. That’s what I am.

Liz is next to me, singing to the songs that, for so long, I refused to listen to. She shakes and moves to the beat, and I notice Mac watching her from where he’s standing. Completely submersed in the show, I don’t even notice the body standing next to me until the voice attached speaks, sounding more like nails on a chalkboard.

“You’re still here?”

If it wasn’t for the tone, I probably wouldn’t even notice, but the clear disdain made it stick out a little more than it should. I glance over at the overly made-up woman. Val. The woman from Sutton’s team. The one who was with him the night I showed up at his place in New York.

“I am, and I don’t plan to go anywhere, so you’ll just have to get used to seeing me around. A lot.” Lucky for me, I’m well versed in dealing with high-maintenance bitches and keep my voice calm and professional.

“We’ll see about that.”

I turn my attention back to the stage—to Sutton.

“Are you having fun on this little trip down memory lane?”

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