He extended his hand toward the open box. “Ladies first.”
“Who were those two blonde girls with your brother?” she asked as she grabbed her first piece. When she blew on it, his cock twitched back to life in his pants.
“Groupies. He wanted me to have one tonight, but I refused.”
She looked him in the eye as she chewed. “How come?”
The big bite he swallowed burned his throat, but he didn’t care. “Because I’m not interested in anyone but you.”
“But we broke it off. Did you plan to spend the rest of your life celibate?”
He looked down. “I guess I did.”
“Well, I don’t. In fact, I have a dinner date coming up.”
He dropped his half-eaten slice of pizza back in the box. “With who? Sorry. I had no right to ask that. Of course you should move on and find happiness.”
“Senator Parmley asked me to dinner. I met him at the charity ball.”
“A senator? Sounds impressive,” he said, picking up his slice again. “Do you like him?”
She shrugged. “What’s not to like? He’s powerful, loaded, and good looking. He even suggested I run for office—D.C.’s attorney general. Can you imagine?”
“If he’s so great, why are you here eating pizza with me?”
Her fingers paused after she plucked off another slice of pepperoni. “I don’t know.”
“I do.” With the end of his pinkie finger, he wiped away a tiny filament of mozzarella clinging to her bottom lip. “We’re meant to be.”
“Don’t say that,” she cried. “You know it’s not true.”
“The hell it’s not,” he growled before he cleaned the rest of her lips with his tongue.
Her breathy moans sent nitrous oxide to his cock, accelerating his lust to a hundred miles an hour.
“I guess meeting Ted is what made me come to the concert. I had to see if I can really move on.”
No! Spending the rest of his life celibate would be hard enough, but he couldn’t handle knowing she was with another man. Why hadn’t he thought of that in Georgia? He’d blown off a beautiful relationship. Here she was again, his second chance. He’d be a freaking idiot to blow it again.
He grabbed her hand and pressed it to his fly, not caring if his jeans got ruined with red pepperoni stains. “I’ve got to have you.”
“But we’ll get tomato sauce all over the bed,” she said, lowering his zipper in a single jerk.
His balls tightened at the feel of her fingers—slick with oil from the pizza—around his shaft. “We’re not going to make it to the bed, anyhow. Turn around.”
“Is this how you all treat your groupies?”
He should have ignored the question to spare her feelings, but since she’d brought up Ted, he decided to be honest.
“Sometimes. Performing onstage creates a lot of energy.”
Working out that energy buildup with her would feel a hell of a lot better than using his hand.
“Show me,” she said as she faced the dresser.
Her words threw gasoline on the flame. He wasted no time lifting the back of her dress and jerking down her lace panties. He grabbed the gorgeous globes of her ass with his own oily hands and admired her wet sex before plunging into it. Lord, she was drenched, even with no shower. Had he done this to her, or could any old guy make her so wet?
“Rodney,” she shrieked as he plunged into her.
He bent over her, forcing himself to kiss her earlobe slowly while his heart raced. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Please say no. I don’t think I can stop!
“No. More,” she croaked.
Adrenaline from the concert drove his strokes, rattling the entire dresser and even the TV. His past romps with groupies had been nothing like this. They were strangers he cared nothing for. With Dee, he cared too much. Hell, she was the whole package.
He wrapped his arms around her as their bodies joined, again and again. He couldn’t hold her close enough. Couldn’t get inside her deep enough. And couldn’t make this moment last forever, but he would sure as hell try.
In his fevered haze, he barely noticed Dee grabbing his hand and pressing it to her clit. Once he felt her stickiness, though, he rubbed the erect flesh in a frenzy. Mine! Meanwhile, his own release approached with a rush. Like turning a bend and facing a head-on collision with a train.
She twitched around him in a blinding tangle of limbs, and he fell apart, too. As a rush of semen shot out of him and inside her, he released everything—Jack, the press, and every stupid taboo he’d been hung up on. The force of it made him so lightheaded he thought he might pass out.
“Rodney,” she cried, sounding breathless and spent.
After reluctantly pulling out of her warm center, he collapsed onto the bed on his back, with her on top of him.
“We’re going to mess up the bedspread after all,” she said, her words soft and lazy now.
“I’ll pay for any damages,” he murmured as he stroked her bare belly.
While his dick recovered, it nestled comfortably between the sticky cheeks of her beautiful ass. He cradled her thighs within his.
“Do you know what would make this moment perfect?” he asked.
“I thought it already was.”
“Lying in the bass boat in the swamp.”
She laughed but then went quiet. It sent a cold draft through the warm buzz in his head. Reality creeping in. Seattle, Jack… Ugh.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“This.”
“This was pretty damn great, don’t you think? Even better than last time.”
“Agreed. But, do I get to spend the night before you kick me out? Or at least grab a quick shower?”
Much as he hated to do it, he eased her off of his body so they could face each other, side by side. His cum, now cold, dripped onto the spread.
“Of course you can spend the night. Tomorrow morning, though, I’m flying to Seattle for the next show.” He raised his hand and dropped it again. “And you
