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“I have a few workouts to film for the Beachbody platform, and then I have some clients I’ve been checking in with via email and Instagram. I do have to film some more reels, like the one you appeared on. My manager is also hammering out some deal for protein bars she’d like me to endorse. As long as Beachbody doesn’t care, then I will.”
“That’s so cool. I love that you were able to build something you love.”
“Thanks,” I say, blushing at his offered praise.
“I know it’s easier for some people to give praise to Aiden because of the band going on tour and winning awards, but what you do is helping people too. I can tell by the posts you make and the way you speak about it. You’re incredible.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Oh, I know,” he tells me.
I laugh as Legend takes the stage.
We fall into a comfortable silence, listening to them play. He orders me one more whiskey sour, only having one himself. He says it’s because he’s driving.
We’re on our feet by the middle of the set, dancing and swaying to the music. I take this opportunity to let my hips grind up against his. I get bold and push my back into him, taking an arm up and draping it around his neck. I pull him close while he kisses the exposed skin on my neck, and I grind against him, a hardness forming in his board shorts. I take full advantage and continue to grind and tease him. By the time we leave, his eyes are full of lust.
Back in the car, his hand rests on my thigh again, where he draws small circles with his fingers. I smile over at him, and he returns it. We say very little on the car ride home. It’s like we can both tell that whatever happens next is going to change everything.
Either he gives in, or he doesn’t.
He lets me have him or he doesn’t.
It’s like a game of poker. I’ve played the best hand I could. Now it’s time to see if he’s bluffing or not. Will he really take me home and ravish me? Only time will tell because we’ve just pulled into the drive.
CHAPTER TWELVE
I get out of the Jeep and head inside, hoping that he follows me. I can feel him on my heels when I open the door. I don’t turn on any lights, leaving us covered in darkness.
“Derek,” I say to the silence.
He’s staring at me, chest heaving. He’s probably either trying to talk himself out of this or promising himself that it won’t ruin everything. Either way, I want this, and I want him, damn the consequences. He just needs to see that too.
“Yeah,” he finally says.
“Don’t overthink it. Be the guy you were on the dance floor. Be the guy who held me without any regard. Please.” I walk over to him, and he leans his forehead against mine and lets out a tortured sigh.
“What are you so worried about?” I ask him.
“You know what I’m worried about.”
It’s Ace. It’s the band. It’s my parents, to some degree. As much as Derek likes to play himself off as a manwhore to the thousands of fans that scream at his feet, he’s trying to do right by me. But I don’t want that Derek. I want the Derek who is willing to give into the lust.
“Just let go.” There’s very little distance between us now. I don’t think my body could get any closer to his without having him inside me. And right now, that is what I want. The way he held onto me on the dance floor, the way our hips moved in time to the music—I want that now. I want it all in a tangle of arms and legs.
“If you don’t put your hands on me soon, I’m going to explode.” My voice comes out all throaty and sultry. I’m hoping it’s his undoing.
And it is.
“Fuck it,” he says, throwing all caution to the wind. He picks me up and carries me back into my bedroom.
The heat from the fire burning between us is strong, and it threatens to torch everything we’ve built and destroy anything in its path. And boy, could it ever cause destruction. But Derek doesn’t care about that right now, and neither do I. I’ve said what I needed to say to push him just far enough over the ledge that he’s willing to take that next step with me.
He tosses me onto the bed, and I land with a soft yip escaping my lips. Derek smirks at me and then removes his shirt. I stare at him; my mouth open wide. I’ll never tire of the sight of those defined muscles and the stupid little V I want to touch just so I can learn what’s below it. Subconsciously, my tongue comes out, and I lick my bottom lip as I stare at him.
“Audrey,” he says as he comes over to me on the bed. “You have entirely too many clothes on for what I’m hoping to do to you. Let’s get rid of some.”
I’ve never pulled a tank top over my head faster than in that moment. A wicked grin covers his face as I keep going, popping the buttons of my jean skirt. I stretch out my legs so that once my ass is lifted, it can easily slide down my legs. I do all of this while he’s watching me.
