Sex,Lies, and Bondage Tape

She leaned back in his grip, pivoting her hips against his, the expression in her eyes inviting him in.

"Don't worry, I'm okay. I'm getting to know a new friend." Her free hand went up to his neck and she pulled him down for a quick kiss before continuing her conversation.

"Why don't you make your way home, and I'll catch up with you there later on?" She laughed softly in response to whatever the woman on the other end of the phone said. "Oh, I will." Flapping the phone shut she pushed it back into that tight hip pocket of hers.

They watched each other silently a moment. She'd put her cards on the table. Her words had been as much for him as her friend.

Voices passed by the end of the alleyway. She glanced after them, then back at him. The moonlight caught her expression. There was wildness in her eyes and it triggered something inside him. All thoughts of avoiding groupies were vanishing from his mind. She didn't have a boyfriend, that's all that really mattered. She wanted him, and she was hotter than hell. Besides, he could maybe talk her out of blabbing about Clayton, if he got her alone for a while. His mind was just about functioning enough to latch on to that reason to pursue her. His dick had its own agenda.

"My name is Kelly." She reached out for his hands. Drawing them towards her she put them back on her waist, where they'd been earlier.

"Tommy," he murmured, as he ran his hands under her top again, pushing it up. Her bare breasts in his hands compelled him to stroke and mold the soft warm flesh.

"So, Tommy, do you have to get back to Clayton?" Her voice was a whisper, her eyelids lowering as his hands moved over her breasts.

"No, there's a party here onsite, my work is done." Her top was gathering on the back of his hands, he could see the soft underside of her breasts and bent to suck her nipple through the fabric, partly to stop himself from exposing her completely.

She whimpered.

He growled.

"Shall we go somewhere?" She had one hand up against the doorframe to steady them both. "Because otherwise we might be charged with indecent exposure in a public thoroughfare."

He couldn't help laughing. She had a reckless way about her that was infectious. "Fast mover, aren't you?"

She shrugged. "Life is short."

She was so right. The physical desire she'd created in him was powerful, demanding fulfillment.

"You're not afraid of getting up close and friendly with some guy you've just met?"

"I teach self-defense classes, mister. If anyone should be afraid, you should." Her quirky grin reassured him she was an adult with all her faculties.

He gave a slow nod, pleased with her response. There was a definite sense of inevitability about what was happening between them—there was no turning back—but he respected her attitude. She was the kind of strong, self-assured woman he was attracted to, but rarely met.

He reached out one finger to trace her jaw line. "I've got a hotel room a few streets away. It's an end-of-tour perk for after the party tonight."

"Wonderful...but, wouldn't I be keeping you from the party?" She looked closely at him as she asked, and there was a serious, intense look in her eyes then that made him crave more of her.

"Right now I'm more interested in the party we can make on our own." He was totally focused on her, and the party felt a million miles away. In fact, he couldn't have given a toss about what was going on in the hospitality suite, not anymore.

"We can always drop by later," he added, wondering at the same time if that was playing right into her plans to get backstage, but dismissing it just as quickly when her hand closed on his dick.

"In that case, let's go," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with devilment in the moonlight.

Chapter Two

The hotel was a compact, modern building, squeezed down a back street near Leicester Square. Kelly darted out of the elevator and along the corridor, until he snatched her back into his arms. Her heart raced, her blood pounded. He'd had his hands all over her, and now they were chasing after each other, practically bouncing off the walls as they

kissed and groped their way toward their destination.

"You're not going to get all rock and roll on me, and trash the joint?" she teased, when they tripped over a tray that someone had left outside a room, sending the empty teacups rattling in their saucers.

"I'm not that kind of roadie," he replied, with a wry smile, "but I do have music." He tapped his jacket over the inside breast pocket.

"Excellent." She kissed him again, briefly running her hands over his chest before backing away.

"Not so fast," he said as she tried to break free, locking her against the wall between two doorways.