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That was our routine for the next few weeks. Noah and I would try to compose. He would get upset and frustrated. He'd pounce on me and make me come until I was screaming. Then he'd run off and go back to work, sated and energized.
After that first time, it had been impossible for me to turn him down. All he had to do waslookat me and I gave in. I knew I should have tried to convince him to keep our relationship professional. Tried to convince him I could forget about what we had done if he could.
I didn't want to forget. The feeling of his lips on mine, his fingers on my bare skin.
Now that I knew how good Noah was in bed, I didn't have it in me to turn him down.
"Let's go out," Noah suggested abruptly later that week, cutting me off as I was suggesting we try working on the chorus again.
"Out where?" I asked.
"Anywhere. I'm going stir crazy. I need a change of scenery."
"Like a field trip?" My heartbeat sped up. Going somewhere in public with Noah. Like… a date? "Do we need a chaperone?" I joked.
"If you want your chaperone to watch as I fuck you in public, sure."
I choked. "Is that the kind of outing you're thinking of? Going off to have sex in public?"
"I'm not planning on it. I'm just not ruling it out." He eyed me slowly. "I can't always say no to those fantastic tits of yours."
"How romantic. Really Noah. You're such a sweetheart."
"You picked the wrong guy to fuck if you want romance."
"I'm aware."
He grabbed his leather jacket and shoved his wallet in his jeans. "I need a drink."
"It's the middle of the day."
"I'm a rock star," he said, as if that was all the explanation needed. He shrugged on his jacket and pinned me with a look. "Come on. I know a place."
I followed him because, in all honestly, a break sounded pretty nice at that moment.
Composing this song was a lot harder than I'd thought — and I'd already assumed it was going to be the most challenging thing I'd ever done in my life. I tried to keep it hidden from Noah, but inside I was a mess. Sometimes it felt like I could hear, taste,smellthe music I wanted to make, but getting those notes down on paper was almost impossible.
At least I hadn't cried myself to sleep yet. That was a change from back when I was in college.
I thought Noah was kidding when he drove us to the sketchiest part of town. He pulled in behind a dilapidated building. When I stepped out of the car my heel crunched down on what I was sure was a used syringe.
I turned to him with my arms folded across myfantastic tits.
"I don't care how hot you are, I don't care how much this inspires your muse, I'm not fucking you in a crack alley."
"Is that immediately where your mind went? Dirty girl."
"Then what are we doing here?"
"There's this bar I like. It's out of the way. No fans. No media."
"No concern for health and safety, either, apparently."
"You want to bitch and complain or you want to drink?"
"You're the one who wanted a drink, not me."
