My fingers twitch. His do the same.
“I feel bad you didn’t get to come…” Jonah’s pout is audible, though I’m still not looking at him.
I’m focused on el diablo until Jonah’s fingers graze me through my pants.
Flinching, I’m startled enough by the contact to rip my gaze away from the masked man, and like a reflex, I grab his wrist to stop him from touching me.
I don’t really know why…Probably just because I might’ve leaked through my pants, and I’m embarrassed? Maybe?
I can definitely feel the flush on my face as Jonah’s post-coital grin slips away.
Shit. Calmate. Don’t be so fucking weird, Jesus…
“That’s okay. You don’t have to,” I say to Jonah, pulling my most charming and casual grin. “I got what I wanted.”
His bemused concern slips away, and he smiles. I lean in, brushing my lips over his, and he hums.
“You really are something else,” he hums between my kissing him over and over, distracting him so I can peek at the doorway again.
He’s gone…
Hijo de puta.
“I’m gonna call you Lucas Lips,” Jonah rambles on my mouth, while I just watch that empty space. Hollow behind my ribs. “‘Causemmm… thoselips, baby.”
I force a chuckle, though I’m not feeling it at all. I’m too busy panicking inside.
Did I miss my chance?
Where did he go?
Will he come back?
And was that reallyEl Marfil…?
“Shit,” Jonah grumbles. “I gotta get back.” He pulls away with a reluctant breath. “Let me buy you a drink. It’s the least I can do.”
Fuck… No. I need to stay here. I need him to leave me alone so I can find—
“Sounds good,” I answer, thinking on the fly. “Any way I can use the bathroom back here and meet you out there? I wanna freshen up.”
I give him a look that I’m hoping conveysI have dried cum in my underwear, and I’d rather freshen up in private. Holding my breath, I await his response.
He smirks. “Aww… Poor thing. You can have whatever you want, Lips.”
Mylipsquirk. “Thank you kindly,Jonah…”
And I’ll call you Mr. Backstage Pass.
Well, well, well…
What do we have here?
I was on my way to a suite—notmyprivate suite, but one of the other ones I sometimes use when I’m here—to meet the body waiting for me. A special toy, hand-selected for my pleasure, to ease me of the endless stresses that come from being yours truly.
But my attention was stolen by a sound… An unmistakable one. Of theslippery suctionvariety.
It’s something you’re almost guaranteed to hear on a constant basis around here, but what truly stopped me in my tracks was the sound within the sound…
