Dangerous Rock (Dangerous Noise 3)

That's what I should want.

I shouldn?

?t want Joel around all the time.

I shouldn't care that thousands of women want to get in his pants.

His voice pulls me out of my thoughts. "You've been hogging my wife." He nods to Alessandra.

She smiles. "I like her. I only wish I could find an assistant half as competent. She's smart, no sass, and she doesn't check out the talent."

Joel looks me in the eyes. "Tell me that last part isn't true."

"If you'd like to strip for my viewing pleasure, I'm more than happy to ogle you." My cheeks flush. Where did that come from?

Joel laughs. He pulls his t-shirt up his stomach, showing off inches of taut abs.

Mmm.

Must.

Screw.

Husband.

Now.

Joel shoots Alessandra a knowing look.

She nods back. "Nice to meet you, sweetheart. I'm sure I'll see you soon." She heads down the hall.

Then it's just me and Joel.

And my raging libido.

I'm considering asking him to pin me to the wall and fuck me here, in front of anyone who could walk by.

What the hell is wrong with me?

He brushes a stray hair behind my ear. His grey-green eyes fix on mine. "You keep looking at me like that and I'm going to put you out of your misery."

"My misery?"

"You want to fuck me." He runs his fingertips down my neck. "You're desperate to fuck me."

Yes, but I'm confused too. I can't fuck him again until I know what we're doing here. "I should get a spot for the show."

He looks to the stage then back to me "If you insist."

I could stay here.

I could demand his lips, his hands, his cock…

God dammit, I need to get ahold of myself.

I take a step backwards. "I, um… break a leg." I turn before I can give in to how badly I want the comfort of his body.

Back in high school, I went to a ton of concerts with Anne. I went to a few with my best friend.