Page 1 of Spring Break with a Rockstar

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Serena

Eighteen Months Ago

"This is crazy." Ilean into his touch, his tongue sliding down the column of my throat into the cradle of my neck and shoulder, sending sparks through my body.

"Do you want me to stop?" He nuzzles that spot with his nose, finding it sensitive to his touch, causing my panties to dampen at the heat of his desire.

Do I want him to stop? Hell no!

I've waited twenty-three years to feel this kind of passion, or to feel anything at all, for that matter. I don't want to wait another minute. "Don't stop. Whatever you do, don't stop."

Hooking a leg over his hip, I dig the heel of my foot into his naked backside, pulling him closer and urging him on as he holds my hands above my head, against the wall, effectively trapping me between it and his hard, muscular body. His cock bumping against my panties rhythmically.

I’m not sure what possessed me to accept Jax's offer to go back to his hotel room. One minute we’re fighting like cats and dogs; the next, his tongue is down my throat, and we’re dry humping in the hallway by the bathroom at Knotty Netty’s, only to be caught like a couple of horny teenagers by Netty herself.

With a laugh, Netty shooed us out of the bar and through the back door, where we barely made it to Jax’s hotel room without putting on a show for the entire town while we struggled to keep our hands and mouths off each other.

Maybe it's the Christmas holiday that's making me feel like I don't want to be alone right now. Or perhaps it's seeing my friend and mentor, Creed, finally with the woman he's loved for years.

More than likely, it's the man who holds me in his arms as if I'm his most precious possession. I know who he is. I'd be a fool not to recognize the hottest singer in the world right now, Jax Shepard, even if his manager, Amber, hadn’t been at Netty’s tonight trying to convince Creed’s woman to fake date Jax.

When I stopped at Knotty Netty’s after work tonight, I only planned to grab their famous fish and chips. I never meant to go to Jax’s hotel room.

If anything, I thought I might have to murder him and hide the body by the way he was sizing up my boss, Creed, over Creed’s girlfriend, McKenna Carlisle, also a famous singer.

“I think it’s time we get rid of these.” Jax trails kisses down my body while freeing my hands in the process and unfortunately dislodging my leg from his hip, as his fingers hook the sides of my panties. His lips move from one nipple to the next, sucking them deeply into his mouth. “These taste amazing, but I bet this tastes better.” He rubs his hand over my cloth-covered mound, causing me to moan at his touch.

Jax drops to his knees, sliding my panties down my hips and thighs before lifting each one of my feet, helping me step out of them. I watch in fascination as he brings my damp panties to his nose and inhales deeply. “You smell incredible. But I bet you taste even better.” The first lick of his tongue makes my legs turn to jelly as I wobble. “I got you.” His hot breath caresses my inner thighs as he wraps his arms around my waist to help support me.

His tongue glides through my lower lips in a slow, easy manner, teasing and taunting me until I’m tugging at his hair, pleading for more. “Please, Jax.”

“Such a greedy girl. Is this what you want?” His tongue flicks against my clit, once, twice, three times. My orgasm hits me out of nowhere as I come all over his mouth. “Good girl.” He runs his hands up and down my legs, caressing each of my ass cheeks in the process. His touch is an odd mix of desire and comfort.

Snapping out of my sexual haze, I lower myself to the floor, “My turn.” I reach for his hard length as it juts proudly between us.

But before I can finish my descent, he grabs my wrists, stopping me. “Not this time. I’m barely holding on. I need to be inside you before I embarrass myself.” In one fluid motion, he stands, loops one arm behind my back and the other under my knees, carrying me bridal style to his bed and gently laying me on the soft comforter.

Lowering his lips to mine, he captures my mouth in a deep, seductive kiss, full of promises I can’t wait for him to fulfill.

“Shit.” He breaks the kiss with a curse. “I don’t have any condoms.” He steps away from the bed, running his fingers through his hair. “I need to come clean with you. But you can’t share this information with anyone. Not your friends, not your coworkers, and definitely not the media.” He pauses, his eyes searching mine for what feels like an eternity before he continues. “I’m a virgin. I’m a twenty-seven-year-old, rockstar virgin.”

A bubble of laughter escapes my lips before I can stop it, making him jerk back as if I slapped him. “This was a mistake.” He turns, walking away from the bed. “I’ll have my manager stop over with a nondisclosure agreement, then you can be on your way like we never knew each other.”

The laughter catches in my throat. I jump off the bed and grab his arm, spinning him around to face me, a scowl etched on his handsome features. “Please, wait. I wasn’t laughing because you’re a virgin. I was laughing because I am, too.”

His eyes light up, and a smirk replaces his scowl. “Maybe we do something to fix that.” This time, when he picks me up, instead of carrying me bridal style, he tosses me over his shoulder, marches the five feet to the bed, and drops me unceremoniously in the middle of it, only to pounce on me like a panther, licking every inch of my body.

When he reaches my neck, he stops, “Seriously, what are we going to do without condoms?”

Pausing, I think back to my anatomy and biology classes and then calculate my ovulation cycle. Luckily, my periods are like clockwork. I don’t experience heavy bleeding or cramps, so I have never needed birth control.

“It’s fine. I’m not in the fertile part of my cycle. I won’t get pregnant.” I smile, expecting him to show a sign of relief. Instead, I’m met with a look of sadness or maybe even longing. But the look is gone before I can dwell on it.

“Good, because I plan to come inside you so many times tonight, you’ll be bursting with my seed.”

Little did we realize how powerful his swimmers are and how bad I am at math.

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