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Just the thought of having to inform the board of us being together terrified me. It could hurt my reputation. A CEO sleeping with an artist wasn’t new, but I wasn’t that type of CEO.

My head tipped back, my eyes slanting as I watched him, touching myself unapologetically. A shudder rolled through me as I fought against the sheer fabric of my hose.

It was getting in the way.

I bit my bottom lip hard, the pain only turning me on more. I looked down. Without a second thought, I grabbed the crotch of fabric and ripped. It split with ease, giving me the access I wanted to touch myself.

A whimper left me as he moved into the next song, but it was just as depraved and addicting.Slower. Deeper.

I curled my fingers inside myself, gasping at how wet I was.Fuck.My eyes closed as I pushed myself hard and fast, pumping them in and out to the beat of Salt’s music. A needy fever burned through me, catching fire as I played with myself.

His music was what I’d been looking for. Rosethorn needed him, he needed us. Which meant I’d need to be his boss, I’d need to somehow put a stop to being with him.

And yet—every single one of those sane thoughts evaporated as my orgasm washed over me, reverberating through my entire body. I slapped my hand over my mouth as I came.

My moans harmonized with Salt’s voice, muscles melting into the chair.

Holy shit, I just came from listening to him.

SIXTEEN

SALT

Sweat slickedmy body as I stepped off stage. I breathed out the moment I was out of view from the rest of the venue.Where is Pepper?

I’d seen her go off with Tara, but she’d never returned. I raked my guitar string smudged fingers through my hair, looking around the backroom wildly.

“Hey.”

I looked up at Tara, startled by her. She raised a brow as she slid off an amp, rolling her shoulders.

“Watching you play is always something else,” she said. “Got them warmed up for us.”

“It’ll be a great show,” I said. “Where’s Pepper?”

She offered a sly smile. “She’s running lights. Told her she didn’t have to, but she jumped right in. It was nice of her.”

I clutched my guitar a little tighter. “Thatwasnice of her.”

I was a little surprised, although I shouldn’t have been. Standing around and doing nothing seemed like it would be torture for her, so of course she’d found something to stay busy.

“The light booth is on the other side of the venue, up a set of stairs, and in a private room.” Tara wiggled her brows.

“I don’t know what you mean by that,” I said lightly.

Before she could quip back, Jack came off stage with his bass, his body gleaming. “That was great,” he said.

“It was,” I agreed. “Does Tyler need help with the drum set?”

“Nah,” Jack said. “That’s what you pay us for. Um, can I talk to you for a minute, though?”

What the fuck could this possibly be about?“Sure,” I said.

He put his arm around my shoulder as we moved out of the way of the steps. I almost shrugged him off, but felt like that would not be received well.

“So, why is the Rosethorn CEO here?” he asked.

“She just came to listen.”

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