One Wicked Lick from the Drummer (The One 3)

“We need to talk about what happened.”

“I get it. Not professional. It was a mistake.”

She put her hand on his forearm. He shifted to break the contact.

“I don’t want to pretend that didn’t happen,” she said. “I don’t want you thinking you coerced me, or I didn’t know what I was doing. I don’t want to turn what we just did into a lie, something to be ashamed of.”

Back-down words if ever he’d heard them. He had plenty of things to be embarrassed about but making out with a hot, willing woman wasn’t one of them.

“I loved touching you, kissing you. It wasn’t a mistake. I wanted it to happen. I’m attracted to you and I don’t want to fight it anymore,” she said.

Bing! Unexpected item in the bagging area.

“What?” He shook his head. Brains had to be leaking out his ears because he thought she said more kisses please, but her body language was called to the principal’s office, months and months of detention. “What are you saying?”

“I want you.”

Jesus Christ. That was clear as a kick in the nuts.

They had cameras in the rooms and corridors to check that no one was freaking out. Their make-out session in the linen press would’ve been recorded but it would’ve been impossible to identify them in the dark. But if he kissed her now, here, if he took her on the bed, they’d be making a sex tape for the ages.

“We can’t.”

She nodded, eyes skating away, her cheeks pinking. “I’m sorry. You. It was, I.” She gave up and reached for her bag.

“I mean here. We can’t here. Cameras, and all the lights are on. I need you to tell me exactly what you want and what it means. This can’t be something you regret later. It can’t wreck your career or screw up our business with each other.”

Her face was still carved from concern. “There are consequences but right now I don’t want to deal with them. I want to forget the rules. I want this thing between us.”

Holy shit. “I want to find out what happens when we’re both naked.”

“I want that too.”

“I’m gonna need all your fancy words.”

“I want to get on my knees and take you in my mouth and watch you throw you head back in ecstasy as I deep throat you. I want to make you come so hard you can’t speak for an hour. I want to ride your cock till my cum drips on you and you make me see stars as I orgasm.”

His mouth dropped open, but no sound came out. Fucking joy to the world.

“And if that’s not explicit enough for you, I have more.”

“Say any more right now and I’ll stop caring about cameras. We do this together, no regrets. Need you to say it, Mena.”

“I have a crush on you, and I trust you. I’ve been fantasizing about you since we met. There is no way I’ll regret what we do together.”

He laughed. Fucking A. “Are you real, Mena Grady, or are you some dream girl I’ve conjured because I’ve been fucking lonely since we made it big?”

“You don’t need to be lonely tonight.”

Cameras be fucked, he kissed her in the shambles of a bedroom and then pulled her through the wardrobe and out onto the street. She insulted his car, his old car, from before, which there was nothing wrong with, but sure, yeah, he didn’t need to be driving about in a ten-year-old Honda except he could park it anywhere without worrying about it.

“I’m going to recommend you buy a new car.”

He crowded her into the passenger door. Linen press close, hands molding her hips. “I’m going to recommend the only advice you give me for the rest of the night is how you like to be touched.”

“A little bit hard, a little bit soft, a little bit wet.”

“Jesus Christ. You’re perfect.”