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Imet Noah's eyes, surprised. He looked sincere.
I still couldn't believe this sexy, gorgeous man, a man who seemed to dislike everyone around him, even his fellow bandmates, would willingly spend time with me. He could have fired me any number of times, like he had his previous "consultants."
Was it only because I had become his sexual muse? Was he just using me for my body? He had to care for me at least a little. He kept on reassuring me, trying to help boost my self esteem. Surely he wouldn't do that if he didn't care.
"I'm not quitting on you," I told him. "I just don't know if my help is going to be enough."
"Your help is the only one I want."
"Because you don't want the rest of the band to know you can't compose."
"Because you're good at what you do and I need someone with your talent."
"You keep saying that, but—"
"I need you." The words were almost desperate. He brought my wrist to his mouth in a soft kiss. "Please. Don't leave."
My pulse jumped erratically at the touch of his lips on my skin.
"Okay," I said quietly. "I'll stay. I'll help you."
His eyes flashed with relief. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. The spark that jumped between us was electric. I moaned softly, letting his tongue brush mine for a few moments. His hand snaked up my thigh, his fingers exploring beneath my skirt. He tugged at the elastic of my panties. I stifled a whimper before pulling away. I put my hands on Noah's chest.
"We're in public."
He pulled me back to him. "We're in a limo."
"In the middle of a parking lot."
"No one's around."
"The driver's up front."
"There's a partition. Besides, he's seen worse."
"Noah…" I said in a warning tone.
"Jennifer…" he mocked.
His dark eyes were burning and intense. His mouth was red from our kisses. His dark hair was still messy and tousled from his performance on stage. His leather pants were soft and supple under my fingers. I had a rock star god underneath me. No. I had Noah underneath me. My Noah.
I gave in and returned his kiss.
"That's my good girl," he murmured against my lips.
He tugged until I was sitting across his lap, until our hips bumped together. He was already hardening. I bucked my hips forwards, pressing against him.
"Jen," Noah groaned, shifting in his seat. "Fuck."
A new idea came to me. I slithered down from his lap. He looked confused for a moment, as if wondering why I was leaving. I knelt in front of him, in the middle of the limo. I was on my knees, my gaze focused entirely on the bulge in his pants growing larger with every second I continued staring at it.
I pressed my palm against the stiff length through his pants. Noah inhaled a sharp breath. I lifted my eyes to meet his.
His gaze burned into me with a level of intensity I'd yet to see. It froze all the air in my lungs.
"You want to take me in your mouth?" he murmured.
