“Sounds like you have.” He ran his finger over my cleavage. “Come to think of it, you’ve never asked for a Jesse Mayes original…”
“Number one,” I said, swatting his hand away.
“Can’t wait to hear this one.”
I tossed my hair and batted my eyelashes. “’Can I get a kiss?’ Or a hug, etcetera. You get the idea.”
“I do.” His hands were on my thighs now and he was working my skirt up around my hips. “And how do I handle that one?”
I glanced over his shoulder but Pepper was entertaining the shit out of those groupies with his crazy stories. “Well, I have to say, you give out the rather chaste kiss on the cheek for a horny rock star.”
Jesse unzipped his leather pants, freeing his gorgeous cock, hard and ready. I swallowed, my heart beating in my throat with the thrill of what I was pretty sure he was about to do. “Wouldn’t want my girlfriend to get jealous,” he murmured. He dragged me closer to him, to the very edge of the car, pulled the crotch of my panties aside, and filled me in one long, slow thrust.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he whispered into my ear, wrapping me in his arms.
“Oh, God…”
Jesse was fucking me, on a car, in full view of a bunch of his groupies. Not that those girls could tell what we were doing, exactly… at least I didn’tthinkthey could.
Probably just looked like he was giving me a very… um… intimate hug?
“Look at us,” he whispered in my ear, “doing two things from your list at once…”
Holy shit. We totally were.
He started to move in a slow rhythm. He wasn’t just fucking me, he was pushing my boundaries. And I was starting to love having my boundaries pushed by this man.
Taking risks had never felt so good.
It’s like he was slowly chipping away at my doubts and replacing them with pleasure… joy… uninhibited ecstasy…
“Do you think they can see?” I whispered, breathless.
“Don’t care,” he said, kissing my neck. Then he licked his way up to my ear. “The more they see me loving you… the more they buy the music.”
And just like that…. total buzzkill.
Libido kill.
Mojo kill.
Everything felt unreal. Suspended. Slow-motion. I still felt him, still wanted him, still wrapped myself around him, but it was like he’d punched me right in the heart.
I closed my eyes.
But I let him finish fucking me.
Because I loved sex with Jesse Mayes. And apparently, Jesse Mayes loved sex with me.
He loved me helping him sell his music.
He just didn’t loveme.
CHAPTER 28
KATIE
I rolled over on my back and stretched out on the cool mattress, letting the air conditioning breeze over my naked body. When my nipples peaked, I drew the sheet up around my ribs.
