Page 41 of My Rockstar Ex's Broken Vows

Jace looks at me, "You coming?"

"I’ve got to check on something first," I say. "I’ll meet you there."

Sienna glances at me, then back at the door where everyone’s filing out. "I’ll wait. We can walk over together."

My pulse kicks up, but I keep my face neutral. "Sure. Won’t take long. Save us two seats."

The room empties out, leaving in its place a jarring quiet ringing in my ears. It’s just the two of us now, and when I turn back to her, she’s standing in the middle of the room, looking at me like she’s trying to figure something out.

"What?" I ask, leaning against the console.

She takes a step closer, her arms dropping to her sides. "Nothing. Just... you looked different in there. In the booth."

"Different how?"

"Like you’ve come into your own. Confident. Commanding. You..." Her voice trails off, but her gaze doesn’t waver. "You’re a rockstar, Callum. Not to be cheesy. But you're the real deal. You don’t just look like one—you are one."

The way she says it sends a heat bolt through me I can’t ignore. I shorten the space between us, and I see the way her breath catches.

"Sienna," I start, but she’s already moving toward me, her fingers brushing against the collar of my jacket.

She steps closer, the space between us shrinking until I can feel the heat of her body. Her fingers brush the collar of my jacket, tentative at first, but then she grips it, pulling me closer. Her eyes meet mine, and whatever she’s holding back melts away, leaving nothing but fire.

"Callum..." Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, but it’s not hesitation—it’s need.

I can’t hold back anymore. Not with the way she’s looking at me, making me feel like I’m the only thing that exists. My hands find her waist and I pull her flush against me as my lips crash into hers. The kiss is hot, urgent, and completely consuming.

Her hands slide up my chest and grip my shoulders. Fingertips dig in just enough to make my pulse race. The world outside the studio disappears and the hum of the equipment fades until it’s just us—heat, need, and the kind of connection I thought I’d lost forever.

I pull Sienna closer, feeling the heat of her body against mine. Her eyes dart nervously around the live room.

"Are you sure we won't get caught?" she whispers.

I brush a strand of hair from her face. "We have the studio all day. They won't be back for hours."

My words seem to calm her. I feel the tension leave her shoulders as she leans into me.

"OK," she breathes, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

I capture her lips in a searing kiss. She tastes faintly of coffee, and I savor it as my tongue explores her mouth. My hands roam her body, relearning every curve. I back her up against the wall, relishing the soft gasp that escapes her.

"I've wanted this for so long," I murmur against her neck.

I trail kisses down her throat as I unbutton her blouse. The faint scent of her perfume mingles with the musty air of the studio. I slide the fabric off her shoulders, revealing smooth skin I'm desperate to touch.

Sienna's fingers tangle in my hair as I drop to my knees. I look up at her, taking in flushed cheeks and parted lips. Slowly, I push up her skirt and hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties.

"Is this okay?" I ask.

She nods, biting her lip. I drag the lace down her legs, my mouth watering at the sight of her.

I start slow, teasing her with light licks. Her fingers tighten in my hair as I increase the pressure. I savor her taste, the soft moans falling from her lips driving me wild. I slip two fingers inside her, curling them as my tongue works her clit.

"Oh god, Callum," she cries out.

I can feel her getting close. I double my efforts, desperate to push her over the edge. Her thighs start to tremble.

"That's it, baby," I encourage. "Let go for me."

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