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“Nobody.” I give him adrop deadlook. “That’s the point.”
“Weak point.” He crouches down next to me on the couch and presses soft kisses to my forehead.
“That’s the first thing you’ve said tonight that I agree with.” I lean into him because I can’t not. Because he’s Sly and he’s magic.Mymagic.
“I think you mean the second thing,” he says as he slides the torn remnants of my fishnet tights down my legs. “Also, you’re going to need another pair of these.”
“You do have a talent for understatement, don’t you?” I reach for my phone, which is somehow still in the pocket of the dress I’m wearing, and text Lucinda about a wardrobe malfunction. “Are you staying for the concert?”
“I’d love to, but I can’t. I’ve got curfew in about forty-five minutes.” He sounds as reluctant to leave as I am to let him go.
All I say, though, is, “Well you sure as hell aren’t missing that.”
He grins ruefully. “Something told me you’d say that. In fact—”
He breaks off at the knock on my door. “Ten-minute warning, Sloane.”
“That’s Olivia,” I tell him with a sigh. “Which means I really do need to get going. I’m not looking forward to explaining this wardrobe malfunction to Lucinda, by the way.”
“Oh, I’ll take credit.” This time, “self-satisfied” is the only way to describe his look as he leans over and kisses me once more. “Have a good concert.”
I can still taste myself on his lips. “Thank you,” I murmur, though I don’t know if it’s for the sentiment or the truly impressive number of orgasms he just gave me.
“You’re welcome.” He smiles against my lips, then nips at the bottom one before pulling back.
When his eyes grab onto mine, I can see the seriousness in them—and the hurt that hasn’t yet gone away. “I can’t stay because of that damn curfew. But I’m going to call you tomorrow morning. Please tell me you’ll answer the phone.”
I’m tempted to ask,Or what?But I have no doubt he’ll demonstrate. And right now, neither one of us has time for that.
“Text me when you get back to the hotel so I know you’re safe,” I tell him.
He nods. “Back atcha.”
Then he drops one more kiss on my lips and disappears out the door just as Lucinda walks up to it. Her eyes go wide as she looks from him to my torn-up tights lying in the middle of the dressing room floor.
“I don’t suppose you’d believe I was choking and he used them to save my life, would you?” I ask, brows raised.
“Not unless he went for your throat by way of your vagina,” she answers as she lobs the new panties and tights at my head.
“Apparently, that’s how they do it in Texas,” I tell her with awicked grin that she is more than happy to return.
“That’s what they all say.”
Chapter 47
Sloane
“Have a good night, Sloane,” Jaime from security tells me as he closes the door of my hotel suite behind me several hours later.
The moment I hear the click of the lock, I pull out my phone and read the texts Sly sent while I was onstage. I’d noticed in the car that he’d texted, but I didn’t want to read them until I was alone. Just in case they made me blush…among other things.
Sly:Back at hotel
Sly:All tucked in with seventeen minutes to spare
Sly:Kick ass tonight
Looks like they were nothing to worry about after all. I’m glad he made curfew, even though his pre-curfew activities made my legs so shaky that I had trouble sticking the landing during my entrance tonight.
