Page 45 of Hard Rock Fling
"Maybe you're both a pain in the ass." Ugh. I'd let my mouth run off again. "I just meant, there are some differences between the two of you. It made sense to style you each in those ways."
As hard as they tried to be identical on stage and in interviews, I noticed the differences between the two. Even though everyone else struggled with it, it wasn't difficult for me to tell them apart. It was even more obvious ever since I started working at Etude and had the opportunity to watch The Twins in person.
Okay, I had to admit it. I hadn't been watching The Twins.
I'd been watching Ian.
The surprise on his face has faded into something else. With narrowed eyes and a wolfish grin, Ian wasn't the energetic, carefree rock star who teased his fans like they were mere toys to play with. Instead, his eyes were intense, resolute.
"Whatever. I'm glad it's taken care of." Damon stood abruptly. "I was worried we were going to look stupid or boring."
"Nothing boring about this," Ian murmured. He was practically undressing me with his eyes. My breath hitched. I couldn't look away.
He turned his attention to his brother and I was released from his spell. I took a shaky breath in.
"I'll take care of everything right away," I said after several false starts, brandishing my sketches. The ache between my thighs told a different story. I needed to go take care of something entirely different.
"See ya, sweetheart." Damon strolled out of the room. Leaving me alone with Ian.
That wolfish grin spread wider. Ian stood and stalked around the table until he was mere feet away.
"So you think I'm seductive?" he drawled.
I froze in place, pinned by the weight of those words, by the hidden promise beneath them. He ran his eyes up and down my entire body. I could feel his lips on my skin. My thighs clenched, warmth flowing from my pink cheeks to my core. When he was within inches of me, he stopped and tilted his head.
"I asked you a question, sweetness." He pulled me towards his chest with an arm around my waist. I stared into his eyes, frozen. He lowered his head until his lips just barely touched mine.
We were too public. Anyone could walk in and see us.
I couldn't make myself care. My terror wasn't strong enough to overpower the effect Ian's mouth and hands had on me. One touch was all it took for me to surrender. A wave of heat ran through me, flooding my every nerve, centering between my legs.
"I don't have any more meetings for the rest of the day. Maybe we could take a break and…" I left the rest unsaid.
His eyes flashed with heat. "At work?" he teased. "Naughty girl. Aren't you scared of getting caught?"
"I could perhaps be persuaded."
"Looks like I managed to snag a girl with an exhibitionist streak."
Ian closed the office door and locked it. Pushed me up against the wall. Pressed his hips into mine.
"So tell me…" His eyes glinted in the dark. "Exactly how dirty do you want to get?"
All sorts of naughty thoughts ran through my mind, but there was one in particular stood out.
I pushed myself closer and felt him against my hip. I tiptoed my fingers down his chest, his sides, until I reached the zipper of his jeans. He hissed when I pressed my palm against his length. I unbuckled his belt, pulled the zipper and gently palmed his rapidly stiffening cock. He let out a strangled grunt.
I caressed the shaft gently at first, with short, small strokes. His already large girth was expanding with every second. I rubbed my thumb over the tip. He buried a groan in my neck. As his breathing got heavier, I stroked faster, twisting my wrist and thumbing the head.
He bucked into my hand, trying to take control. I pulled back slightly, slowing the pace again, only giving him the barest of touches.
He growled in my ear and grabbed both my wrists, pinning them behind my back. My eyes grew wide with surprise.
"You like teasing?" His voice was low in his chest.
"Not as much as you do."
He chuckled darkly. "So you enjoyed all my messages?"
