A sharp knock on my door made me jump. I dropped my gaze to my phone to check the time. I still had an hour before I had to set up.
I expected to see Frankie when I opened the door to my hotel suite. Instead, it was Evander. The crisp button-down shirt he wore stretched over his chest, hugging his muscles perfectly. His lips bent in a smile and my heart fluttered.
My heart did fucking cartwheels whenever I was around him. I was so glad I finally let my guard down and admitted how I felt about him. I had no idea a weight was settled on my chest until I let my feelings fly and the pressure disappeared.
The only hump we had to get over now was telling Frankie.
“Hey, where’s Frank?” I looked around him and didn’t see my sidekick anywhere.
“She’s in the room.” He gestured to the suite beside mine with a smile. I had no idea how Evander managed to pull off getting joining suites behind my back. He had magic tricks up his sleeve just waiting. He also scored an invite for himself and Frankie to Damon Phillips’ wedding.
Like I said…magic.
“She found a recipe on YouTube so…”
“She’ll be in there for the next hour hunting down ingredients and materials,” I laughed knowingly. I moved aside and let Evander in. My eyes glued themselves to his deliciously strong back.
That man and his devil dick had me fantasizing about being pregnant with his kids. I wondered if we’d have a girl or a boy?
Fuck.
See? That’s what devil dick did to you. It made you fantasize.
“I’m nervous,” I blurted when Evander turned to face me.
“You? The best harp player in the fucking world is nervous?” He grabbed my hips and pulled me in for a hug and a kiss. He knew exactly how to calm me down.
“Yes. What if I fuck up because I’m nervous? I’m not used to dealing with jitters before a performance.”
Evander chuckled and put his hands on my shoulders so he could stare directly into my eyes. “Listen, nerves are normal, Xari. Most people get them before they go on stage.”
“I don’t. I get them when I’m practicing a new piece of music but not when I perform.”
“Even the queen of the world gets nervous before she performs,” he smiled.
“So…wait, you now recognize Beyoncé as the queen of the world?”
“For the sake of this conversation,” he laughed.
“Good. Welcome to the Beyhive. You know, for the sake of the conversation.”
“Xari,” he chuckled. “Hear what I’m saying. You’re allowed to be nervous. You’re not perfect…not even when it comes to the harp. You do it in your sleep though. You got this, baby.”
“Do I play in my sleep?” I asked, tucking away his sweet words so they were close to my heart.
“You do. I’ve watched your fingers move in your sleep. Once you even lifted your arms like you do when you get ready to play.”
“You watched me sleep-play?” I couldn’t shake the awe from my voice. I never had anyone look at me the way Evander was looking at me. Like I was all that was good and right with the world. “God, you’re so fucking cute, Evander.” I bounced up on my tiptoes and pulled his face close to mine for a kiss.
I didn’t expect our little kiss to explode into a frenzy of hands, lips, and teeth. I should have though. We were the embodiment of any time, any place. Our passion was unchecked and neither of us cared to check it.
He was cobalt and I was a magnet. Helplessly drawn in and stuck to him.
Evander was careful not to mess up my dress when he picked me up. He sat on the bed with me on top of him. His hard cock pressed against my pussy and I rubbed against it, desperate to feel him any way I could.
“We gotta be quick, Xari.” Evander’s fingers dug into my ass and I nodded. Frankie was only one room over. This was the quickie I needed to help me refocus. Evander had become the easiest way for me to recharge.
“Quick. I promise. I just need to feel you split me in two,” I told him, slipping my arms out of the spaghetti straps holding my dress up.
“You know I’m more than happy to help you out.” He undid his belt and pants then wrangled his big dick out. I bit my lip when I looked between us. I would never understand how something so huge fit inside of me without tearing me to pieces.
I lifted up and eased down on him slowly, letting my walls acclimate to his size in increments. A moan rolled from my throat when he was all the way in.
My head fell forward so Evander and I were forehead to forehead. “Goddammit,” he breathed when my hips moved, adjusting him between my slick walls. I moved up and down on top of him in fast beats.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Our eyes locked in a heated tangle. The stars in his eyes twinkled for me and only me. Was this how it felt to fuck someone you were in love with?
I understood all the lacy love songs I played on my harp now. I felt them settling into my marrow.
Staring at Evander while I rode his dick was like staring into the universe. His eyes were dark and beautiful with so many possibilities.
“I love you,” I said, my forehead wrinkling in a frown from trying to talk while he filled me to the brim.
“I love you too, baby.” He tipped his head up a caught my bottom lip with his teeth.
My ass clapped against him the faster I went. He felt so good. So hard. So fucking thick.
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