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PROLOGUE
ALFIE
No matter how many times I’d seen my wife strut her stuff out on stage, swaying her ass and singing her heart out, she never ceased to move me, make me proud and it never failed to make me hard.
Dressed in tight leather pants, a figure-hugging tank top and six-inch heels, she cut a magnetic figure as she mesmerized the crowd.
There was nothing sexier than watching Lily’s nimble fingers effortlessly work through a complex riff while her ruby-red Fender guitar hung low on her hips.
I’d flown from where my band Crakt Soundzz had been performing to surprise her. It had taken seventeen hours before I’d finally reached The O2 arena in Greenwich, London, where Lily’s band XrAid were performing.
The second I caught her eye from the side of the stage, the warm smile she wore for the audience morphed into a grin of delight as her wide, surprised eyes glittered with pure pleasure at seeing me again.
God alone knew what my transfixed gaze conveyed toward her, but I imagined the grin on my face likely mirrored her own. One thing was for sure, the moment my gaze met hers, my fast heart rate almost matched the speed of the beat being played by the band’s drummer, Shawn.
“Hello, you,” she mouthed, then blew me an air kiss. A ripple of pleasure coursed through my body in response to her silent greeting. It sent a spark of need within me that made me long to hold her in my arms even more.
I pretended to catch the kiss and tenderly touched my fingers to my lips. Our intimate, euphoric moment got interrupted when Cody—her co-lead singer—disrupted my view and dipped his head close to her ear.
In that moment, I watched helplessly, my chest tight, as he shared a few intimate words. Worst of all, after their exchange he was rewarded with one of her sexy, heart-stopping grins.
A growl rolled around deep at the back of my throat until it burst from my mouth as a cuss. “Fucker.”
From that point on, until the end of the gig, my suspicious eyes studied their interactions, noting Cody’s every move and gesture toward my wife. It was blatantly clear to any man, that Lily’s bandmate was not only attracted to her, but he held a torch for her.
I trusted my wife one hundred percent. My trust in Cody only extended as far as I could throw him.
I was so engrossed on watching the interactions between them, I almost missed the show’s ending and only realized what was happening when Lily came running off stage and jumped up onto my body.
She wrapped her hands tightly around me and peppered my face and neck in tiny, spine-thrilling kisses, that send a cascade of liquid pleasure flowing through my veins.
Curiosity made me look past her, my gaze meeting Cody’s, looking back at us. In that instant, a streak of envy sparked a feral flame within me, because he was the guy who got to be close to my woman every day.
Lily pulled her head back to look at me and once again, we immediately connected. Sexual chemistry poured from that gaze, as I cupped her face in my hands, each of us with a hungry look in our eyes and I guided her mouth to mine.
Electricity ripped through my veins in response to the first brush of her soft lips, and I hastily deepened the kiss. Feeling her back where she belonged, had an instant dizzying sensation inside my brain and made my cock as hard as a bullet.
The kiss, as incredible as it was, wasn’t nearly enough, not after our time apart, and I needed to feel more of her. Moving my hands from her head to her body, I slid them beneath her tank top. A groan left my mouth when my cock pulsed in response to the feel of her sticky damp skin from her effort on stage.
No matter how long we’d been together, the addictive buzz was the same as the first time I’d ever touched her, and inhaling her womanly scents of clean perspiration, perfume and shampoo made my jeans grow ever tighter.
I’m not sure who broke the kiss, but the moment we did, we both heaved in a breath, smiled, sighed in unison and chuckled.
“Wow,” she mumbled with awe in her tone as I held her tight to my chest. She stared up into my eyes with a mixture of adoration and lust for me shining in hers. “What a hello,” she whispered gruffly, before she pulled me closer and pressed her pert tits against my chest. “What are you doing here?”
“Surprised?” I asked playfully. I caught Cody in my peripheral vision, still staring at us, and my eyes narrowed when I saw a twist of disappointment on his lips.
“I’m shocked… so shocked. My heart’s fluttering erratically in my chest. Can you feel it?” she asked, moving my hand, stillunder her tank top, and flattened it over her chest. She was right, it pounded much faster than normal. I took a few seconds to absorb her tender gesture and leisurely admired how beautiful she was.
Lily’s face was adorably flushed—likely due to a combination of the heat from our kiss, her exertion from her gig, and a possible surge of adrenaline from her shock and surprise. Suddenly I couldn’t wait to taste her again, so I dipped my head, and swiped the sweat from her salty cheek with my tongue.
Lily grinned and made no attempt to wipe her now wet cheek. The tiny beads of perspiration that sprinkled her nose, glistened under the backstage lighting like tiny diamonds on her skin.
Excitement continued to glitter in her eyes as she pressed a salty peck to my lips. When I swiped my tongue up her cheek again, she dropped her feet to the floor and stepped back.
“Yuck,” she said through a laugh and swiped at her cheek with her lacy, fingerless gloves. “Stop it,” she admonished but from the look on her face, she’d clearly loved what I’d done.
“I can’t help it. Every inch of you is a feast. I can’t wait to taste more of you,” I confessed in a low, seductive tone.
