“Get in here, first!”
He jumps up, sitting next to me, crossed-legged, and taps his glass to mine. “I can’t believe Iget to spend the night with you, Princess.”
I blink, feeling heat rush between my legs. “Cheers … Maybe save that word for, um, like tomorrow morning?” Iblush.
“Mmm, that does it for you,babygirl?”
“Stop!” Ilaugh, “Don’t make me horny again!”
“But tomorrow morning is okay? What do you want tomorrow morning, Baby?”
“I want Keane. In every position. But right now … we’re supposed to be talking, hanging out, and eating garbage.”
We sip our champagne and set it on my bedside table. He grabs the package of Jaffa cakes protectively, “These are not garbage!”
He’s socuteIcan’t help but snap another photo of him cuddling his snacks. “So, what’s on your schedule tomorrow, babe?” Iask, trying out the nickname.
“You.”
I turn pink. “And what else?”
“I’d like you to join me in the studio. Do you have time for that? Ionly plan to record one song.”
“My day is clear. Ihave a nail salon appointment, and Ican easily reschedule. Iwould love that.” Isigh, turning on a trashy UK reality show. “And you’re joining me at Mum and Dad’s for dinner?”
Jett nods, hand on my knee. “Dad said he’s throwing a dinner party, a birthday gathering? For?”
I smirk. “Oh, just Freddie Mercury’s cousin, no big deal.”
“The fuck, Baby?!”
I shrug my shoulders. “He’s really a cool dude, very funny.”
“No shit, I’m coming! And before people get there, we’re going to tell them how serious this is, right? Do you think they’ll choke like you did when Icalled you my girlfriend?”
“Probably.” Igrin, feeding him a crisp.
“And I’m going to propose something else, I’m sure they’ll say yes.”
NowIchoke, on my chip, when he says the p word.I’m losing it, seriously.“P-propose what now?”
He laughs. “That you come to London with me next week. BBC, an intimate little performance, five songs. Four of mine and onecover. Tomorrow at the studio, I’ll have you pick which cover Ido. Very small show, like maybe fifty people, and Ivery much want you to be there in the front row with a cocktail in your hand. Ihave a recipe in mind already, the cocktail will be designed to tastealmost as good as you do.”
I fight a strong blush. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.” Iwink, pretending every ounce of blood in my body isn’t crackling with something way more intense than lust.
Chapter 23
Maddy
I wake up to Jett’s head between my thighs and my arms suspended above me. My eyes roll up as far as possible to make sure I’m really seeing this. Fuzzy pink handcuffs, the kind Iteased Jett about, have my wrists bound to the bedpost. Iliterally just moaned myself awake. Ihaveneverwoken up like this, but Icould get used to it.
“Jett!” Itwas supposed to be an objection, but it comes out as a moaning gasp.
He looks up at me through dark lashes and those sinful eyes,God,if he asked me to move to Antarctica with that look, I’d have no choice but to say yes.
He mumbles against my wetness, “Just made you come in yourdreams,darling, hottest thing Ihave ever seen. You can go back to sleep, Baby, I’ll try not to wake you again.”
My head thrashes against my pillow.Yeah, right.
