Page 99 of Not Another Love Song

Her stomach plummeted, and suddenly she was very sober, and not even the kisses over her neck and chest could distract her. She watched as the call went to “missed call,” and she saw on his lock screen that he had seven missed calls and twelve texts.

She pressed her lips together. It wasn’t Alex’s fault. If anything, it was Dominic’s idea to let her take his violin, and the audience’s cheering didn’t help either.

“Alex, your phone—”

“Ignore it.”

“Are you sure it’s not important?”

He dropped a kiss between her breasts and looked up into her eyes. “Absolutely. Nothing is more important than what we’re doing right now.” He smirked at her, and pressed his mouth to her breast, teasing her nipple with soft brushes of his lips. “Now, if I remember correctly,” he whispered, moving to her other breast, “you owe me a screaming orgasm.”

She smiled at the ceiling and ran her fingers through his hair. Pushing at his shoulders, she got him to lie on his back as she straddled him and kissed down his chest. He was already hard, and she pumped him slowly before guiding him to her entrance.

His hands were on her hips, her thighs, her clit. Alex could never just lie there and enjoy. He always had to be touching her. When her hands reached for the headboard in front of her, his head angled up and sucked on her nipples as she pumped her hips on him. She sat up tall and changed the position. He groaned in the back of his throat and grabbed her waist, fully lifting her up and dropping her back down on his cock. Gwen squealed, bracing herself on his chest and trying to help, but he moved her up and down on him with ease, muttering curse words and love-yous until his hips started meeting hers.

His phone buzzed again.

Her eyes jumped to it, and she felt her orgasm drift away.

“Ignore it,” he moaned, grinding his hips up to hers.

“Alex…”

He sighed and stopped thrusting. He reached for the phone, lifting it to his ear and snapped, “What.”

Gwen…didn’t expect for him to still be inside of her when he talked to Lorenz. She tried to move away, but his hand reached up to her hip, holding her there.

“I’m busy, so if you could cut to the chase,” he hissed. She watched him worry his lip between his teeth. “Yes, she’s here too. You’re interrupting our night.”

Gwen’s eyes widened, but before she could try to end the intercourse portion of this phone call, his palm had slid up her waist to tweak her breast. His eyes were unfocused and he licked his lips as he rolled her nipple. The sensation shot straight to her core, and she tightened around his cock. She slapped a hand over her mouth and watched as Alex’s eyes flashed dangerously at her.

He rolled his hips slowly, sliding in and out barely an inch each time. She smothered a laugh, like a teenager trying to sneak his girlfriend in through the window. He’d responded to something Lorenz said with a noncommittal noise, his eyes drifting down her stomach to watch his cock disappear into her.

She pressed both hands to her mouth, desperate not to make a sound while Lorenz was on the phone, but also…the way Alex was fucking her slowly, like they could get caught any moment…Gwen started moving her hips with him. His eyes fluttered, and his head dropped back against the pillow.

And then suddenly, Alex was sitting up, his eyes wide.

“Say that again,” he said into the phone. His eyes looked up at her, and she held very, very still, hoping to hear some snippet through the phone.

“When?” he said. The corner of his mouth lifted. And then abruptly, “You are not representing her.”

Gwen blinked, still in his lap.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he hissed. “She’ll find someone else. She isn’t signing with you.”

She felt her heart flutter. There was something big happening.

“Tell them yes,” he said. “We’ll talk more in the morning.” He ended the call and looked up at her.

“What is it?” Her voice was airy and tense.

“U2 is going on tour again. Their people saw the video from tonight.” He reached up and pushed her hair back, holding her cheek. He smiled. “They want Gwen Jackson and Thorne and Roses to open for them.”

She felt tight everywhere, like her skin didn’t belong to her. There was a lot in that one sentence.

Gwen Jackson and Thorne and Roses.

U2.

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