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Except from the little silver device.
Rearranging myself, I pocket the USB, knowing I’m going to have to take care of this before we start practice, the taste of her still on my tongue only making me starve for more.
And now I have this…memento. For nothing more than proof.
Proof that I felt something real.
Proof that I don’t want to let it go.
Paige’s eyes widen, looking from the soundboard and back to me like she’s just remembering where we are. What we did. What I have.
“Maddox, what are you—”
I close the space between us before she can finish, lifting my hand and dragging the finger I had inside her seconds ago across her lower lip. Her breath catches but not in shock or anger.
Something else entirely.
I step back, tension still thick between us, my heart pounding like I’ve done something irreversible.
“Why did you…?” She swallows, her eyes cutting to my pocket, then back to me. “What are you going to do with it?”
A smirk pulls at my mouth, and I brush the outline of the drive with my fingers. “Think I’ll call it your second audition.”
“You’re such an asshole,” she quips, fastening up her pants.
“Yet I just made you come in under eleven minutes.”
She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Like that’s impressive. I’ve made myself come quicker than that.”
I smile wider this time, not because it’s funny, but because I like this more than I should, this back and forth, heat and bite, tension and denial.
“Then I’ll have to do better next time.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Maddox
“What’sup,it’syourboy Eli here to tell you that Sip Station is officially on tour!”
Leaning against the brick wall outside the studio, I watch him spin on the spot, camera angled up for dramatic effect, his dark sunglasses glinting in the light as he flashes the universal symbol for rock and roll to the phone.
“Watch out, guys, we’re coming to a city near you to rock your fucking world.”
“Rock your world,”Beau snorts, dropping a duffle by his feet as he joins me. “Who thought it was a good idea to put him in charge of documenting this for everyone to see?”
Shaking my head, I shrug. “Think he’s self-appointed.”
“Sounds about right.” He yawns, rubbing his chest. “He’s been bouncing off the walls all night. Did you know he’s been up since four a.m.? Music blaring, suitcase exploded all over his room?”
“At least he’ll crash as soon as we’re on the bus.”
We watch as Eli spots Paige walking down the street, suitcase rolling behind her. Grinning, he takes off toward her, waving his phone in her face.
“Actually, I take that back.” I chuckle. “We might need to dart him or something.”
The sound of Paige’s laugh carries on the breeze, her smile bright as she waves to the camera, head tilted back, eyes squinting against the sun as she tosses her hair over one shoulder.
My gut tightens, my cock twitching as I let my eyes travel down the tight grey dress and black boots she’s wearing, her long and tanned thighs on full display.
