“Zola?” Alexander called again from the other side of the door.
“She’s coming,” Hunter roared back as he moved his hand, raised his fingers up to his nose, and smelled the tips. “Damn, Zola.”
“You make me so wet.”
“Careful.”
“Fuck me tonight.”
“Goddamn it.”
Giving him a wicked smile, I turned to leave, swinging my hips because I knew he was watching.
Suddenly, he grabbed me by the waist, pulling me back to him, and my body melted into his.
“You want this cock? I’ll give it to you right now.”
“I can’t right now.” I loved the way he pressed up against me. My body relished in the physical contact. All the loneliness I’d felt yesterday before he came, disappeared.
“Do you know how long I’ve thought of tasting your pussy?” He said the naughty word like he could see my sex spread in front of him.
“No, but if you want it so bad, come and take it.”
“We will, but we won’t rush it.”
“First, you tell me you’ll fuck me right now in the dressing area. Now, you say to wait again? Are you trying to tease me?”
His grip tightened on my waist. “No, Zuzu, I’m trying to focus.”
I left his hold. “Then stop calling me Zuzu and give me that cock.”
He cursed under his breath as I strolled away, putting a little extra energy in my steps. My ass jiggled in the see-through bodysuit.
A growl sounded next. In seconds, he had my back to him and pressed against the nearest wall. He pushed his erection against the curve of my ass, leaned in, and whispered into my ear. “You think you can go outside like this, and I’ll maintain control?”
“You’ll have to.” I shuddered in pleasure as he slipped his hands down to my hips. “This is my job.”
“No one should see you like this.”
I teased. “Why not?”
“Ask my cock that question.” He rubbed that thickness against me and took my earlobe into his mouth, sucking it, then giving it a little bite.
A moan escaped my lips.
“Zola?” Alexander yelled on the other side of the partition.
“Hunter, I have to go.”
Groaning, he released me.
I faced him.
His gaze roamed down my body some more.
I walked around him, nervous that he was going to grab me again. Part of me yearned that he would. I was already so wet. Any passion or lust on my face in the video would be all from Hunter.
He licked his lips as I continued past him. “Be careful, Zola.”
I stopped and glanced over my shoulder. “Be careful with what?”
“With me.”
I blinked. “I am.”
He drank me in. “Trust me. You’re not. You’re teasing me.”
“I’m not.”
“I’m going to fuck you.”
“I was hoping you would say that.” I left him right there.
Everyone stood on the outside waiting for me. Takako had to apply more lipstick and fix some of the bodysuit on the side.
They smirked a few times while they made the adjustments. “I see he’s a wild beast.”
Blushing, I gave them no response as I headed to Trigger.
Trigger stood on the center of the stage, staring at me with longing the entire time. I had no idea if he was trying to get in character or what, but there was no reason for him to look at me that way. Our history hadn’t been long, and even crazier, he never kept it real while we dated. We were more strangers than friends.
The director signaled for the sound guys to play the music. The choreographer made some claps to start us in our counts. I hurried to Trigger and did the counts in my head.
“You look amazing, Zola.” He grinned.
“Thank you.” I focused on my breaths. “You too. The video will rock.”
“It will, now that you’re in it.” Trigger signaled behind me. “Do you like my new addition?”
“What?” I checked in the direction he’d gestured.
A small bed lay behind us, covered in bright pink rose petals. Just like the ones that had been scattered all over my apartment’s bed.
I froze. “Why?”
“I thought it would be sexy.”
“Why bright pink petals?”
“You like them over red roses.”
I hadn’t remembered telling him that.
Did he do this intentionally to make it known he’s my stalker, or did he really come up with this corny idea all of a sudden?
My heartbeat pulsed hard in my throat.
He continued, “During the hook, we’re going to get on the bed and just play around as a couple.”
The music came on. Trigger began rocking his head and slipping into his rap persona. There was no time to talk about it more.
I forced myself to follow along with the song even though as each lyric came closer to the hook, I glanced with worry at the bed.
20
Teaching Her A Lesson
Hunter
Jaw set with steely resolve, I watched Zola dance around Trigger. I made myself remain where I stood, although I wanted to stomp up there, pick Zola up, and carry her off the stage.