Page 64 of Serenade Me

“Say it.”

“Because there was a gorgeous, sexy, beautiful siren right there…”

“Aw, Mariu-…”

“…in the front row, flashing her tits at me.”

“BASTARD!” I yell at him, punching him on the arm before gathering up the sheet and rolling over to the end of the bed.

He laughs and tugs on the end of the sheet as I try to scramble away, pulling me back into his arms. I pound on his chest with my fists, trying to ignore how his muscles ripple under my hands.

“Hey, shhh shhh, you didn’t let me finish.”

“Oh, I beg to differ, you seemed to enjoy your ‘finish’ quite well.”

“Now who’s the sex addict.”

I purr and settle back into his hold.

“I was going to say that it was special, because playing for someone has always been thrilling, but creating with someone, having that person become a part of, intertwined with the music I’m creating, has given me a whole new perspective. We’re giving birth to a musical moment in time that can never be re-created, babe. There’s nothing like it. There’s no one like you.”

I let his words penetrate every inch of my brain.

Then I lift the bedsheet up over our heads.

“What are you doing?” He turns to me under the muted light filtering through the sheet.

“I’m flashing my tits at you, you romantic scro-bag.”

“Oh my, well, it’s a little too dark under here, I’m going to need to get a better look,” he murmurs against my neck before sliding his way down my body, his tongue sliding its way between my breasts as his fingers gently find their way inside me, my moans filling the fort we’ve built under the sheet.