“Everything that happened today,” he growled.He released her hair and grabbed her ass, pulling her to the edge of the desk so his hardness was grinding against her core.“All the shit I’ve been dealing with.The tour.My job.The call from my mother.”
Skye shook her head as she arched against him, wrapping her legs around his waist.“I had nothing to do with your mother calling.”
“Right,” Remi said.“And the other stuff?”
Skye pressed her lips together and shrugged one shoulder.“I just sped up the inevitable.Made you realize how much you need me to step in before things get worse.I didn’t do anything that wouldn’t have happened without my intervention.”
“Oh, right.Did your crystal ball tell you that?”He leaned back just enough to slide his hand between their bodies.His fingers ran over the lace of her panties.
“Shouldn’t you already know the answer to that question?Since you think you know me so well.”She pressed her hips forward, silently begging for more.He gave it to her, hooking his fingers around the thin, lacy fabric and pulling it to the side to expose her.
His eyes almost rolled into the back of his head as his fingers found the slick heat of her center and the throbbing little bud at the top.“A one-year record deal with Sprites Records”—using the pad of his middle finger, he gathered her arousal to make for a smooth slide as he traced circles around her clit—“a sold-out cross-country stadium tour, and streaming numbers in the billions on at least three singles.”
She jerked her hips up into his touch.
He started slow, just nudging the edges of the little bundle of nerves.Her eyelids drooped, and Remi tapped her clit, enjoying the way she shivered.Her mouth parted in a silent gasp.
The soft cleavage of her breasts shook as she worked herself on his hand.He wanted to bury his face in her breasts.Wanted to lick and suck her nipples and hear her mewl in his ear.
“Taylor Swift gets billions of streams.That’s not happening for a rock band,” she said around a gasp.“I’ll get you fifty million on one song.”
He wanted to rip her clothes off and sheath his cock inside her, but he settled for pretending his finger was his cock and stroked her folds before pressing inside.Remi barely suppressed a groan at how wet she was for him.“Bullshit,” he growled.“I know you can do better than that.”He curled his finger to stimulate her g-spot and rubbed her clit with the heel of his hand.
“Fine.”Her head was tipped back, and her eyes were shifting between blood red and honey brown and back again, almost like she couldn’t control it.“I’ll guarantee three songs get at least five hundred million.That’s the best I can do.”
Finally.A negotiation.
“Fine,” Remi said.
“Fine,” she said, her legs squeezing his hips.She shut her eyes as her pussy clenched around his fingers.He watched, entranced, as her mouth parted and she moaned.Her body shook as the orgasm worked through her.She was stunning.Absolutely gorgeous.Her eyes stayed closed for a moment longer as she caught her breath.When she opened them, only the brown of her irises greeted him.
Remi fixed her panties.He wanted to suck her juices from his fingers, but he couldn’t let her see how spellbound she made him, and he couldn’t guarantee that after having one taste he wouldn’t break down, get on his knees, and beg to make her come on his tongue.
Instead, he wiped his fingers on his jeans and smirked at her.“Thought you didn’t fuck the soulless you made bargains with?”
She leaned back and shimmied her skirt back down her hips.“I don’t consider it fucking unless all parties who want an orgasm get one.”She grabbed his hard dick outside his jeans and squeezed.He grunted and winced at the pain-pleasure.“So this doesn’t count.”
Well, he had no comeback for that.Denying he wanted her would be stupid given she had her hand all over the evidence to the contrary.
Remi hoped that he would have taken some power from her by making her orgasm, by making her vulnerable and soft, but she looked unfazed.
It was annoying.
Skye hopped off the desk and stuck out her right hand to shake.“Remington Golding, do you agree to sell your soul for a one-year record deal with Sprites Records, a sold-out cross-country stadium tour, and three singles streaming at five hundred million?”
“All of which will be completed in the next year,” he added.
Skye rolled her eyes.“All of which will be completed in the next year.”
“And West won’t go to a psych ward.”
Skye let out a frustrated growl.“And West won’t go to a psych ward.”
Remi licked his lips, his eyes darting back and forth, trying to turn over anything he missed, but he was getting more than he ever thought he would.West would be okay.He and his bandmates would get to live out their wildest dreams.
This was the right thing to do.The right thing for the band.
Remi clasped her hand.“I agree.”
