Page 173 of Sweet Temptation

And I was totally there for it.

I’d been there for it daily ever since.

I couldn’t imagine ever getting bored with this man. Which was… thrilling. And, honestly, ever-so-slightly terrifying.

It put me in a position of fearing having to lose him. But that was the way it went, right? The men I’d loved the most were always the ones I feared losing the most. And of course, I’d lost them all.

For the better, in the end.

Since we were in the early days of this relationship and I was feeling totally smitten with this man, though, I couldn’t even fathom the possibility of ever losing him.

I really didn’t see any reason why I’d ever have to lose him. There were no warning signs of impending disaster. There was no drama and no real conflict between us.

Other than the whole secret thing.

I didn’t love that out relationship, so far, was a secret. But Ronan had asked that we keep it one. For now.

He seemed more comfortable with playing bodyguard when we were in public than being my man, so I’d play along for a while. I knew he was still concerned about my safety, so it was hard to be annoyed about it.

Especially when I looked at that face… and found him watching me the way he did.

I looked at him now, as we reached the table where my band was sitting. I’d already greeted them earlier, and they’d saved a seat for me. I took a sip of my drink, and Ronan held my gaze. He was standing just a few feet away, between me and the crowd, and his eyes said it all.

Sex.

I wasn’t sure exactly what he had in mind, but it definitely involved a whole lot of nakedness. His gaze dragged down my body in my slinky, emerald-green jumper. I looked him over, in his black dress shirt and jeans, and hell, yes. I had naked plans for him, too.

I knew the man’s body in detail by now, but it still needed further study, of course. The scattering of tattoos up his arms, the soft hair sprinkled across his chest, the pinkish-brown color of his nipples… the veins in his cock.

I was already considering the where and when of our next heated countdown-to-bliss, and the various ways I was gonna make him lose his shit.

I would’ve loved to blow this whole party off, but I’d promised Brody I’d be here, and he and Elle hadn’t even arrived yet.

And anyway, I really needed to put in some face time with my band. I hadn’t exactly been accessible lately.

More like locked away naked with my bodyguard, working our way through every position in the Kama Sutra.

I plunked my ass down with Ashley, Xander, and their girlfriends. Ronan leaned on the half-wall next to our table, which separated it from the dance floor. Close enough to overhear some of our conversation, maybe.

He could’ve reached out and touched me.

He didn’t, of course.

“Please tell me Matt has quit Dirty,” I said dramatically.

Everyone at the table looked at me.

“What?” Ash said.

“He’s flying home from tour as we speak,” I fantasized aloud, “and Jesse changed his mind about coming home. Jesse’s staying on the road with Dirty, you’re staying here, and the Players are going into the studio next week to start writing and recording our album.”

Ash smirked. “Sorry. Not what I’ve heard.”

“Damn. I was really hoping.”

“Anxious to get our band off the ground?” Xander inquired.

“Hell, yes. I’m fucking bored already.” I was. Musically and professionally. Sexually, not so much… “Aren’t you guys bored?”

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