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“Nope,” I say sweetly, as if I’m not on my knees, Maddox’s dick slick and hard in my mouth.
There’s a pause, then Eli says, “Okay, well, if you see him, tell him sound check in five.”
Footsteps retreat, and I don’t waste another second, taking him deep again, all the way to the back of my throat.
“We—” he gasps, groaning as his hips give in and jerking forward. “We don’t have time.”
I pull back, slow and teasing, my lips spit-slicked and swollen, breath warm against the base of his cock. “I only need two.”
Then I take him again, ready to prove it. One hand rolls his balls in my palm, the other wrapping around the base of his cock, working in tandem as he starts to fuck my mouth in short, messy thrusts.
I let him,wanthim to.
His breath comes out in broken pants, muffled groans and stifled curses, the sounds a symphony of Maddox Knox. Hands cradle my head, holding me in place as he cants his hips so hard it makes my eyes sting.
And I’m loving every single second of it.
“Shit, Paige,” he growls. “Oh, fuck, I—”
Thighs locking, his grip tightens as he lets go with a strangled curse. His cock pulses, spraying hot cum that spills down my throat as he watches, eyes lust-hazed like he’s mesmerized as I swallow it all. Every last drop. Licking him clean before I slowly rise to my feet, eyes locked with his.
Then I kiss him, plunging my tongue into his mouth, the tiny amount still remaining passing between us. He groans low in his chest, tasting himself, the sound so fucking beautiful, his hands grabbing at my hips like he needs to hold on or he’ll collapse.
I pull back, dragging my thumb across the edges of my lips before slipping it between them. His eyes flicker down to watch, the tips of his fingers pressing into my skin. I lean forward, close enough for him to feel the heat of my breath against his mouth.
“Being right never tasted so good,” I whisper. “Don’t you agree?”
I step out of his hold, walking around him like nothing happened and nudging him out of the way of the door, before glancing over my shoulder with a coy little smirk.
He’s still standing there, shirt open, cock out, utterly wrecked.
“Oh, and by the way?” I purr. “I’mstillright about the set list.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Maddox
There’snorealroutineon tour, just cities that blur together, set lists that are etched into your brain, and moments so fast they hardly seem real. Shows bleed together, nights turn to mornings, and privacy? I hardly remember what that was.
Not when we’re packed in with Beau and Eli, Reign and his crew, noise and life moving a hundred miles an hour.
And I wouldn’t trade a second of it.
Because this—the music, the momentum, the madness—is everything I’ve ever wanted.
And somehow, in the middle of all that, we find it. She and I, sneaking into back hallways and dark corners. Between sound check and stage call.
Stolen time, stolen touches, stolen temptation.
At some point, you’d think I’d remember we’re on tour. That the band is watching, that when Thea said to sort it out, she probably didn’t mean likethis. But logic doesn’t come into play when it comes to Paige.
I can’t stop reaching for her. Not when I know what it feels like to be wanted like that. And now that I’ve had it, I can’t go back to the silence that came before her. It’s like sucking in oxygen after drowning, and every second without her feels like slipping back under.
Whatever’s shifted, it’s hit her, too. I see it in the way she looks at me, bitten lips and eyes dancing with invitation. Because the next thing I know, it’s fast and filthy, half-dressed and hidden. My hand around her throat in a locked green room. Her mouth on my neck while Eli laughs ten feet away. Her fingers wrapped around my cock, mine deep inside her, both of us dangerously close to forgetting where we are.
She makes me reckless. Turns me into the kind of guy who forgets his career, his bandmates, every reason I should’ve stayed away in the first place. She makes me act like I’m seventeen instead of twenty-eight.
But every time I try to pull back, I remember the way she looks when she comes, her soundless screams, head thrown back, throat bared. The feel of her mouth, the taste of her lips, and the high it gives me, not from the orgasm, but from the way she lets me forget, lets me lose myself in her for a while.
