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Addy
“You can’t promise me that.”
“I can,” he said with a confirming nod. “I just did.”
“But—”
“Babe, it’s late.” He framed my face. “I want to make love to you in my bed and get some rest. Then first thing in the morning, I’ll call my lawyer.”
“You have a lawyer?” On board with his plan, I sat on the ottoman and removed one boot and sock, then the other.
“I do.” He sat beside me, toeing out of his slippers. “A damn good one.”
He arranged his black UGGs with the sheepskin lining beside my scuffed work boots that I’d tucked my socks into. Our footwear was different, but it looked good and right together.
He stood. “I pay him handsomely to represent me when I negotiate with record labels.”
His songs.With everything else that had happened, I’d forgotten. “You won a Grammy.” Standing, I tilted my head.
“Yeah, it was pretty cool.” Barry took me by the shoulders, bringing me close to him again. “But it doesn’t compare to how I felt today when you told me you loved me.”
“Wow.” My brows rose higher.
“You’re a wow.” He reframed my face and caressed my skin with his thumbs. “Any man would think so. Accepting the award would have been so much better if you’d been there beside me. After all, the song was about you, and my hope that you would take a chance on me.” His sexy lips quirked. “Guess I’ll just have to hunker down and write another hit song so we can do the Grammys together.”
“How many songs have you sold?” I asked, wide-eyed.
“Quite a few. But enough about that.” He moved his hands to my shoulders. “Let’s go to bed, yeah?”
“Okay.” His lowered voice was irresistible, much like he was.
He reached for the hem of my shirt and removed it, then I removed his.
“Let me shut the door first.”
He squeezed my shoulder once, and I felt the imprint of his fingers on my skin. But the imprint of the man on my heart was deeper. Intractable.
Locking the door, he turned around. “Finally. We’re alone. You look so beautiful, Addy.”
“You look so handsome, Barry.”
I swept my gaze over him. He really was a chiseled masterpiece. He swept his gaze over me, and I didn’t shy away from being half-naked in front of him. The adoration in his eyes made me feel like I belonged in some museum with him.
“I love you here in my space.” Reaching around me, he released the clasp of my bra. “It almost makes it complete.”
“What’s missing?” I asked as he slid my bra straps down my arms.
“Your touch on things.”
He ran the tips of his fingers along my skin. Everywhere his skin met mine, from the inside of my wrists to my shoulders, I tingled.
“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice throaty as he cupped my breasts in his talented hands.
“I had you in mind when I chose this place and all the furnishings.”
He flicked my nipples with his thumbs. The tips tightened. Fire shot straight to my pussy, which began to ache just like my tits.
“Truly?” I gazed at him in wonder.
