“Take your pants off,” I say. My voice is a dreamy command.
He doesn’t say anything, and instead I feel his mouth as he licks a line from my navel up to the valley between my breasts. He stands between my legs as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, and my body is so sensitive from what he just did that it tickles. My giggles are swallowed quickly as pleasure take over.
I moan as I thread my fingers through his hair, and he sucks a little harder on one nipple while he thumbs the other one. My hips shift upward in search of him, and he slams his hips toward me. He’s still in his jeans, and the fabric is rough against my sensitive flesh. I groan, and he grunts, and then he backs away from me, pulls a condom out of his pocket, pulls his jeans down just enough to take his cock out, and rolls it on.
His eyes are on mine when he returns, and he raises a brow as if to ask whether I’m sure this is what I want. I give him a nod, and then his mouth moves down to mine. He kisses me as he lines his body up with mine, and then he shoves into me and holy shit everything goes white for a second as he hits some sort of jackpot spot no man has ever managed to hit before.
He thrusts into me, and I grip the edge of the desk as I do whatever I can to just hold on and enjoy this ride. “Holy shit, Dani,” he murmurs as he drives into me. “You feel so goddamn good.”
Hearing my name from his lips after watching him on stage just a little while ago does something to me. Something epic and crazy and beautiful. He stands up a little straighter and grabs onto my thighs and I’m so thankful for the mirror I bought because when I turn my head, I can see him fucking me right there. It’s like watching porn but with the hottest guy I’ve ever seen as I feel the same pleasure that lucky girl in the mirror must be feeling.
That scene will replay a million times in my head, I’m sure.
His eyes follow mine to the mirror, and he watches me as I watch us. There’s something so freaking hot about it that I unravel all over again, and just as he pushes my body into a second climax, he loses it, too. He growls my name as he shudders into me, both of us reveling in our shared release as he does things to my body that I didn’t even know it had the capability to do.
When it’s over and we’ve both come back down from the high, he slips out of me. He clears his throat. “I, uh, have to get to the after party...but I’m thinking we could maybe do that one more time after that?”
I laugh, my eyes twinkling. “Or maybe during it.”
His lips widen into a grin. “I knew I always liked you, Dani Watson.”
“I always liked you too, Tyler Caldwell. I just never realized how much I was missing out on.”
He grabs my hand and helps me back to a sitting position. “Well you don’t have to miss out anymore.”
I’m not exactly sure what that means, but it feels a bit like a promise that maybe we can see where this goes beyond tonight.
And that’s something I’m pretty damn excited about.
I smooth my hair back into place as I watch him pull his shirt back on, covering up that gorgeous body of his. “I like you better without the shirt,” I murmur, and my eyes widen and my cheeks flush when he glances at me and I realize I actually said those words aloud.
He chuckles and moves toward me. He pulls me into a hug. “I like you naked on top of the desk with your legs spread open for me.”
My wide eyes widen a little more and that flush in my cheeks deepens, but he doesn’t see it because he covers my mouth with his.
He pulls back with a deep sigh. “I wish we could, you know, spend more time catching up,” he says, “but I need to get to the club. You still okay to come with?”
I nod. There’s no way in hell I’m missing my chance to spend more time with him. We stroll hand-in-hand down the hallways back to the dressing room, making light conversation on our way like he didn’t just completely ravish the hell out of me in my own office.
“So are you some sort of cheese connoisseur now that you live in Wisconsin?” he asks.
I roll my eyes. “Wisconsin is known for more than just cheese, Tyler.”
“Like what?” He glances over at me with genuine curiosity.
I think for a beat, and then I announce, “It’s America’s Dairyland.”
“So...cheese,” he says, and I can’t help my laugh.
“Fine,” I concede. “Cheese. How long are you here in Cheese-ville?”
“Bus call is six AM and we’re heading to Chicago,” he says, and I sense a hint of regret in his tone.
“So we only have tonight?” I ask.
He glances at his watch before his eyes meet mine. His are a little clouded. “We have the next six and a half hours.”
“Then we have a lot of actual catching up to do,” I say, and he laughs. “What can I expect out of this after party?”
He shrugs. “We hit the club, snap a few pictures with influencers, have a few drinks, and head out. It’s maybe an hour tops.”
“And what do you do after that on a normal night?”
We turn down the hallway with the dressing rooms, and a few women wearing tight dresses and tall heels scream as they spot Tyler. “Oh my God, it’s Tyler!”
The others shriek similar sentiments as they run toward him. He tosses an arm around my shoulders to show that he’s taken.
For the next six and a half hours, anyway.
“Ladies, so nice to meet you,” he says easily. They hug him, and they take selfies with him that surely I’m also in since he hasn’t let go of me, and then he says, “I’m so sorry I can’t hang out longer, but I have to get to an appearance.”
They seem disappointed, but he did more than he was obligated to do with them, and that’s a memory they’ll get to take with them forever. And that’s when I realize my last question about what a normal night looks like was a pretty dumb question.
Rock stars don’t really have normal nights.
We head into the band’s dressing room, and the other three guys plus their manager are taking shots. “Come get fucked up before we hit the club,” Tommy commands.
Tyler glances at me and then back at the guys. “Not tonight, man,” he says.
Tommy raises a brow. He seems like the kind of guy who always gets his way, even when it’s over something stupid like this...but, to my surprise, he doesn’t press the issue. Instead, he glances between the two of us, and my cheeks flush when I spot a little recognition there. Oh, God, he totally knows what we just did in my office. And maybe it’s because Tyler does this every night with a different woman, or maybe it’s because he can already sense something different about Tyler.
Whatever the case, I’m glad it happened. We have nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, Tyler just opened a whole new world to me. He showed me that I’ve still got it. I was convinced for a long time after Nate that I didn’t have it anymore, that I was used goods and no man would ever want me again.
And then Tyler stepped into my life by some random coincidence, and I’m suddenly a new woman after only a few hours.
I could get used to this feeling.
But first, we have the after party.
We all pack into a huge SUV, and once we pull up to the club, Tommy opens the door and slides out, and then Tyler gets out and grabs my hand to pull me along with him. There’s an aisle roped off for us to walk down to get to the door, but even with that aisle there, suddenly we’re surrounded by people wielding cameras and flash bulbs and screaming women.