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It only took Clay fifteen minutes to drive back to his place on lower Broadway in downtown Nashville with Katie following close behind. He was lucky to live in the historic 1910 building that had a two-bay garage. The entire renovated structure was divided into three, single level condos with his on the third floor. He motioned for her to pull in right next to him before closing the automatic garage doors.
“Oh my God,” she said standing next to her car. “This place is awesome!”
He grinned and pulled out two guitar cases before slamming the truck door. “Do you need any help with that?” he asked, eyeing her rolling suitcase.
“Nope. I got it.”
He led her into a dark hallway with exposed brick and ancient hardwood floors and pressed an elevator button. The two of them eyed each other shyly, which humored him.
Sticking his key into the elevator console, the cab slowly climbed to his private entrance on the third floor. He watched Katie stare at the numbered lights above the door as they ticked by, her doe eyes wide. The elevator opened to his entryway where he flicked on a panel of lights, illuminating the giant great-room with exposed brick walls and twelve-foot floor-to-ceiling windows revealing the downtown area. Leaving her suitcase in the hall, Katie skipped to a window taking in an audible breath.
“You’re in the heart of Nashville!” she gasped, looking down at the busy street below.
“Yep. I’m three blocks from the Riverfront, across the street from the Johnny Cash Museum and one block from the Ryman. You could definitely say this is the heart of the city.” He set his guitar cases behind the back of a tan sectional couch situated in the center of the room. Flicking on another set of lights, focused LED beams of light slowly came on, highlighting a trio of 3-D framed artwork set against crimson backdrops. Vintage, white lacquered instruments including an electric guitar, acoustic guitar and banjo were featured in the center of the frames.
“Wow,” she muttered, looking at the artwork before taking in the expansive room.
Clay’s home was very minimalistic. He only furnished it with what he needed. Besides the sectional and glass coffee table, he had a huge television mounted on the wall and three barstools pushed under the marble island. The kitchen was deluxe with an impressive gas stove with built-in grill and gigantic sub-zero fridge.
Still reeling from Buddy’s proposition, Clay strode to the fridge to grab a beer. He needed to relax and focus on Katie. “You want a cold beer? I got a wine chiller under the island. Not sure what’s in there. I can open a bottle of anything you want.”
She looked at him from across the room with her hands on her hips and smiled. “A cold beer would be great.”
He grabbed their beverages and popped off the tops with a bottle opener, then made his way back to Katie and handed her the beer.
“Cheers,” he said, clinking his bottle with hers.
“Cheers,” she replied looking up at him through her long lashes. Damn, she was gorgeous. He watched her lick her moist lips after taking a swig causing his manhood to stir. Their chemistry was undeniable.
“You have a real nice place here, Clay,” she said. “All your hard work has definitely paid off, huh?”
Clay nodded taking a long pull on the bottle.
“One bedroom and bath?” she asked, smiling.
He nodded, motioning with the bottle toward a natural wood barn door on an artisan hardware track system. “Through there. There’s a half bath by the front door.”
“Uh-huh,” she nodded, eyeing the large door. When she turned back around, he watched her approach him, her dark eyes almost black in the dim lighting. They were nose-to-nose, and she gently took the bottle out of his hands and set it on the kitchen island.
“What are you doing, Pretty Girl?” he whispered. His entire body was tingling with anticipation.
“I need you hands-free,” she whispered back. She paused in front of him staring up into his face obviously waiting for him to make the first move.
“Hands-free to do what?”
A sly smile crossed her face, and she blushed, looking down at the floor. Using his fingers, he tipped her face back up to where they were eye to eye. “Hands-free to do what?” he asked again with intensity.
“To fuck my brains out…”
Clay pursed his lips with surprise. “What a naughty thing to say.” He couldn’t help it and suddenly lunged at her, his mouth consuming hers, his hands gripping her scalp pulling her taut against his body. His hardness pressed into her thigh as his tongue pummeled her mouth with ferocity. She pulled on his t-shirt which he tugged up and over his head, flinging it to the floor, her hands immediately fondling his skin. She grazed her fingertips over his throbbing denim-covered penis before he felt her unclasping the button of his jeans and forcefully tugging them down over his hips.
Breathless, they pulled back from each other, their eyes locking for a split second before she fell to her knees consuming him with her mouth.
“Oh, fuck!” he exhaled, stumbling to the edge of the sectional, gripping the back of the distressed leather. Her wet mouth moved up and down his length taking him to the brink of orgasm within seconds. He threw his head back, marveling in the experience, thinking he might come all over her beautiful face.
“K…Katie…oh, God. Katie, stop.” She didn’t let up which caused him to laugh out loud at her gumption. She was naughty and incorrigible. What a combination. Looking down, he could see her looking up at him with wide eyes that were traced with determination. He needed to show her who was the boss.
