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Rock Reclaimed (Rock Revenge Trilogy 2)

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I laughed and hopped off my bed. “Grab my bags and I’ll go wash up really quick.”

He grabbed my arm and hauled me back against him. He kissed me hard and deep. All the parts of me I’d ignored flared to life. The ache between my thighs, the way my skin felt too tight, the heaviness in my breasts. I’d only focused on him, even if my body had other plans.

But we didn’t have time for that. And for once, I was going to be the one left high and dry. Fitting. I wiggled away from him and fixed my twisted skirt. “My bags are by the door. I’ll be right back.”

He collapsed on my bed. “How is it that you can just pop up and bound away after we do anything having to do with sex?”

I laughed. “It energizes me.”

His jeans were still down around his thighs and his miracle cock was half hard against his belly. “I feel like you literally sucked the life out of me.”

“Get moving, Kagan!” I jogged over to my bathroom and nearly swallowed my tongue when I caught my reflection. My mouth was well abused and my cheeks were flushed. I definitely looked like I’d just gotten fucked. I hoped Ian’s driver didn’t notice.

I quickly brushed my teeth and found him in almost the same position when I came back out. Only this time he was on his stomach, his face smushed into my pillow. I smacked his ass. “Get up. I’m not going to have your barracuda yelling at me when we’re late.”

“Your fault. You killed me,” he mumbled.

I grabbed my tote bag and camera bag. “Up, up, up!”

He groaned and rolled over, jerking up his jeans. Pity we had to go, since I didn’t mind him lying in my bed naked. In fact, my fingers itched to draw him. Impulsively, I reached for my sketch pad and pencils and dumped them in my bag.

He caught me by the waist and whirled me around. “More drawing? Can’t you take the weekend off?”

“Nope. I’m on assignment, remember?”

He sighed. “Don’t remind me.”

“Come on, this could be fun. I’ve never gotten to see you from the crowd perspective.” I grinned up at him. “Just

that side-stage thing when you were a complete asshole.”

“I was not. I was being flirty.”

“Is that what you call it?”

“Well, you did try to steal my thunder.” He laced his fingers behind my back.

“Yeah.” I kissed his chin. “And you stole Matilda.” I narrowed my eyes. “I still need her back.”

“Nope. Mine.”

“Thief.”

“Guilty.” He reached for my hand and pulled me toward the door. “Just the one bag, then?”

“All I need.”

“Tell that to my mother. She needed three for an overnight stay.”

“Did she?”

He glanced down, his smile fading. “Yeah, she was a bit high-maintenance.”

“Was?”

He shrugged. “Ready? We have one stop before we head out for the show.”

Subject closed; at least for now, I’d allow it.



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