She cocked her head as if to say,Seriously?
“Do I have to play the employer card? You know, I am yours.” I rarely played the employer card with her, but hey, I wasn’t aboveit.
Definitely wasn’t above letting my “employee” get down on her knees and suck me off with her gorgeous mouth, if that’s what she wanted todo.
“What do you want,Zane?”
“I want you to come sitdown.”
She took her sweet time about it, but finally she came over and sat on the couch, tense asfuck.
“How was the show?” I asked heragain.
“Overall, it was good. I mean… it was awesome.” But she didn’t unclench when she said it. Her arms were still locked over herchest.
“So, this how it’s gonnabe?”
She stared at me, totally fucking guarded. “What?”
“You gonna play it cold the whole way through? Avoid me? Talk to me about not one thing but business? Tell me the show was awesome like some yes-woman with a stick up yourbutt?”
Yeah. Pretty much. I could read that plan all over her face and herFuck right off, Zanebodylanguage.
“There’s nothing to talk about but business,” shesaid.
“And nothing to do but talk,huh?”
I put my arm up on the back of the couch. I could just reach her, and brushed her silky hair back off her shoulder. Couldn’t help it. I had a chance to touch Maggie, fucking right, I was touchingher.
In response, she twitched with irritation. Actually, she looked about as frustrated as I felt. Probably needed a good, hardfuck.
I knew Idid.
And I was just the guy to give it to her. She knew that by now,right?
She bristled as I drifted my fingers over her shoulder again… and yeah, she knew. Maggie could put up one hell of a fight, but she knew. And fuck if it wasn’t the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted—that moment when she started to soften, to give into what shewanted…
Always loved getting herthere.
And no mistake, I was getting herthere.
It was one thing to avoid me when we weren’t on tour. When we were living in separate houses. We’d even been living in separate cities, though I’d remedied that when I’d moved back up to Vancouver lastfall.
She’d still managed to avoid me,mostly.
Fine.
I’d let that shit slide,for almost two fucking years, knowing we’d eventually gethere. New album done. World tour, on the road, me and Maggie—unavoidable.
And once and for all, she’d have to face ourshit.
Because no way were Maggie and I on a world tour together for the next year-and-a-half, traveling and working together every single day, and not fucking the living shit out of each other all along theway.
No. Fucking.Way.
Not even possible. It was scientifically, chemically impossible. Like even if we never got around to fucking consciously, we’d wake up one morning with her pussy riding mydick.
Because Maggie’s pussy and mydick?
