A sex god.
Not that I would ever admit it to him.
He stripped out of his pants, pulling a condom from God knew where and rolled it on. I vibrated with anticipation and gripped the arm of the sofa a little tighter to avoid reaching for him. I wanted him inside me more than I wanted my next breath. His jaw shone with my release as he crawled over me and drove in to the hilt with one thrust. He was big. Much bigger than Adam, and it took a minute for me to adjust to his size.
I breathed in slowly through my nose, eyes closed as I focused on the feeling of being completely full.
“Are you good, Tatum?” More than the fact he hadn’t moved, his use of my proper name pulled me back into the room.
“You’re bigger than I’m used to.” The words spilled out unbidden, but the almost boyish grin he gave me kept me from regretting them. I would later. But while I was completely surrounded by him, full of him, I felt a false sense of safety.
This will be your undoing,a voice whispered in the back of my head.
Instead of listening, I lifted my hips and encouraged him to move. His biceps flexed deliciously on either side of my head as he pulled out almost all the way before driving in hard, shifting my head up the cushion. Again and again, he pushed deep inside me, warming me from the inside out and lighting me up.
“What do you need?” he murmured. Sweat beaded on his forehead, sliding down his neck to drop into my cleavage.
“More.”
He shifted his weight, lowering onto his arms as he continued at a punishing pace. Reaching between us, he thumbed my clit until my eyes started to roll.
“Fuck yes. Don’t forget to say my name this time.”
I choked on a laugh, reaching for the attitude I’d always brought to our interactions, but he did something with his hips, and it was game over.
“Fuck. Calix, yes!”
He didn’t let up as my trembles faded, just grinned and kept pushing until he groaned his own release. With a soft sigh, he collapsed on top of me, his heart thundering against my breast.
Beyond the door, wheels squeaked as one of the roadies moved a speaker toward the loading dock. Voices murmured farther off, too quiet to make out. Our breaths evened out, and Calix made no move to get off me. His weight was unfamiliar but comforting, like a blanket when you’ve been accustomed to sleeping under a sheet alone. I didn’t know if this changedanything between us, but I hoped he’d started to realize I wanted what he wanted. Success for the band. Happiness for all of them.
My shoulder let out a twinge, the muscle cramping from being in such an awkward position, and I pulled my arms down, letting a hand rest in his hair. It was softer than I’d thought.
The change happened faster than his stuttered breath.
Cold air raced across my skin as he leaped from the sofa, swiping his pants up and dragging them up his legs faster than I could adjust to his absence.
“You can’t take a simple fucking instruction, can you?” he growled, ditching the used condom in a trash can and zipping his pants with a glare.
I’d touched him.
Shit.
“How the fuck are you supposed to be a good manager if you don’t know how to do as you’re told?”
“I’m sorry—”
“Don’t fucking apologize right now. Fuck, King. Do you ever get tired of fucking things up?”
I gaped at him as he stomped from the room, leaving me half naked and confused.
No, not confused.
At least I knew what had changed between us.
Absolutely nothing.
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