He didn’t stop. His hands gripped my ass, holding me in place as he worked his tongue inside me, groaning like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted. I was so sensitive after the orgasm, I couldn’t tell if it hurt or felt good or both.
“Cross—please—”
He pulled back finally, lips glistening, and looked up at me with dark, satisfied eyes. “Couldn’t help myself.” He pressed one last kiss to my inner thigh before standing, his hands sliding up my sides. “You taste too fucking good.”
I was still trembling when he lifted me off the railing, my legs unsteady as my feet touched the tile. The morning sun was higher now, painting the balcony in shades of gold and pink. Somewhere in the distance, church bells started ringing.
“Sunday morning,” I murmured, leaning against him because my knees weren’t quite working yet. “Shouldn’t you be in church?” I teased.
“Pretty sure what we just did guarantees I’m going to hell.” He reached for his phone on the chair, where the recording was still going, and tapped the stop button. “You sure this is for me?”
I looked at the phone. “Positive.”
What I had in mind for OnlyFans would require a whole lot more stretching beforehand.
Nobody told me that dating a rockstar would be this annoying. It was about a month since we’d been going out — a month of me juggling shifts at the Gilded Lily, him and OnlyFans (of which I had only actually managed to somewhat juggle the Lily and him, not even having time to film the actual video I wanted), and I wastired.
I was supposed to meet him for breakfast in this cute little place around the corner from his apartment and he still came in thirty minutes late.
“You know, I’m gonna start charging a late fee for every minute you leave me hanging,” I told him, sipping the Pina Colada.
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “You know I’m no good with time.”
“Which is exactly why each minute you’re late is gonna cost you a solid grand,” I told him. “I ordered for you. The Ricotta-stuffed Omelette.”
Milo slid into the booth across from me, looking unfairly good for someone who’d — knowing him — rolled out of bed twenty minutes ago. Black t-shirt stretched across his chest, a few fresh ink lines peeking from the sleeve, hair still messy and dripping from the quick shower.
“Add it to my tab, babe,” he said, stealing a sip of my drink. His foot hooked around my ankle under the table, pulling my leg between his. “You look edible. That little sundress should be illegal in public.”
I arched an eyebrow, feeling him lift my leg to his lap. “Flattery’s not getting you out of the late fee, rockstar. And stop looking at me like that. We’re in public.”
“Exactly why I’m looking.” His thumb drew slow circles on my calf. “Been thinking about you. The balcony video’s been on repeat in my headphones. Got me hard in the studio yesterday just hearing you moan my name.”
“Well, there isn’t gonna be any more moaning until I get those heels you promised me,” I said.
“They’re at the apartment. Gonna fuck you wearing nothing but them.” He leaned back as the server dropped off his omelette, but his eyes never left me. “How was your shift last night?”
“Same old. Grabby hands, big tips, Burgundy threatening to castrate some guy who got too fresh. The usual.” I pushed a piece of fruit around my plate. “Dahlia asked about you.”
“Oh, yeah? What about?” He picked up the fork and snapped off a piece of egg.
“Something about tickets for a show?” I said, my eyebrows furrowing. “You’re playing something?”
Milo chewed his bite of omelette slowly, like he was buying time. He swallowed, took another sip of my Pina Colada, and shrugged one shoulder like it was no big deal. “Yeah. Small thing. Private show for some label people and a few industry friends. Nothing crazy.”
“How small?”
He shrugged. “A couple thousand?”
“That’s small?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.
“We usually sell out arenas.”
“Is Brett’s wrist better?”
“Yeah,” he said, reaching for my drink again. “Doc gave him the all-good. Dahlia wants tickets for her and some of the girls?”
I nodded. “Though, I’m pretty sure she could’ve asked Killian. Listen, what’s between the two of them? I asked once but she dodged the question.”
