Liana was sitting at the table, working on her laptop. His cock thickened further when she glanced down at her bag. She’d heard the notification.
He flipped over to his email. A lot of messages back and forth, planning a going away party for Sean. He fired off a quick response that he expected to be back in the third week of August, but he’d try to fly home for the party.
No sooner had he hit send, and up popped Liana’s response. A question that made his balls ache.In the... Dressing room?
God, yes. This was way more fun than talking about publishing music direct to listeners, no offense West.No, that was Memphis.
She smothered a laugh.
St Louis was your bedroom on the bus. Actually it was right after your set. Right after Cravings. I followed you back to the bus and told you I wanted all of your sweet wine.
Her eyes went really wide and she stood up. After stretching and giving a big yawn, she tucked her computer—and her burner phone—into her bag. "I'm going to take a power nap."
“We’ll be in Memphis in forty-five minutes,” Dwayne called out.
“I’m going to do a WhsiperSnip broadcast from the hotel,” she explained probably unnecessarily. “So…a rest would be good.”
Dean stared at the text message he was writing on his phone.Rest, good. Yes. You’re not getting much sleep tonight.He waited until her door closed, then he hit send.
Her response came back immediately.You’re dangerous.
Are you complaining? And by bedroom on the bus, I meant hotel room.
Not complaining.She added a smiley face that made him grin. Was sexting supposed to also make you laugh?
Are you touching yourself?
Should I?
Yes.
Okay. Yes.
I’m going to kick everyone off the bus.
I’ve stopped.
No, don’t stop. I’ll pretend to talk to West about his music.
It’s really interesting.
Really interesting is what you’re doing with your fingers. Tell me.
Can’t.
Yes you can.
Fingers busy.
Killing me.
Mmmmmmm.
This was crazy. Reckless. Insane. It also felt completely, utterly right.
“Did we lose you, Dean?”
He did a slow, cool slide of a glance up to meet Jackie’s too-innocent face. “Some of the industry stuff goes over my head. I was emailing with my brother.”
