Page 73 of Rebooting Conor Flynn

She glanced up, her cheeks flushed, and she yanked her T-shirt—her wet T-shirt—over her head. It did nothing to tame my lust...or my massive boner.

She coughed and turned her back to me, bending over as she grabbed her shorts from the floor, mooning me with her arse. She had to be doing this on purpose.

“Maybe that’s what you should do.” She turned around fully dressed.

“What? Shag you again? Cuz that’s what I was thinking just now.”

“No.” She gave me a schoolmistress look with pursed lips and a hand on her hip, but her eyes sparkled. “Maybe you should head to rehab for your sex addiction.”

“The only addiction I have is for you.” I lunged toward her and engulfed her in a hug.

She spanked me...and I kinda liked it.

“Ashley was right about something. You have a show to do. Get your head in the game, Con.”

“I know where I want my head, and it’s not in any game. Or show. Or PR shite.” I kissed her hard. “I want my head back between your legs.”

When I let her breathe again, she held up one finger and said, “You see? Sex addiction. You could play Nico’s game and turn this back in your favor.”

“The only reason I’m not putting you over my knee and spanking you for that daft idea is because I know you’re taking the piss. I’m not admitting to any addictions I don’t have, and Nico Ferrari was a wanker for doing that. Addiction and recovery are no fucking joke.”

She rubbed a circle on my back. “I know you’re thinking about Ian, and yes, I was most definitely taking the piss. Why do you think Ashley’s so worried about those pictures?”

I stuffed my arms into my damp and wrinkled shirt. I should just change into a clean set of clothes right here. “They probably show her doing something naughty that’ll trigger her fans. The woman can’t help herself.”

“If the pictures show Ashley in a bad light, I don’t want them coming out, either.” Noelle wrinkled her nose at me, watching me peel off my clothes. “What are you doing? We do not have time for a quickie.”

“I like how you think.” I quirked my eyebrows at her. “But I’m just doing what I came here to do—changing into dry clothes, and you need to get back to your room so you can do the same.”

“Honestly, if we’d just hung our clothes out the bus windows in this Arizona heat, they’d be dry by now.”

“But we didn’t.” I grabbed a plastic bag from the snack area and stuffed my wet clothing inside. “Let’s go.”

I placed my hands on her hips, steering her down the steps to the lower level of the bus.

Noelle pushed on the doors, and they folded open. She huffed out a sharp breath. “Ashley didn’t even re-engage the pneumatic system for the doors.”

I pulled the doors closed, and she flipped up the compartment and inserted the key to engage the system.

Hanging my arm around her shoulders, I pulled her in for a kiss. “That was the best bus ride I ever took.”

“The bus didn’t even take off.” She scooted out from under my arm and put distance between us.

“The bus didn’t take off, but we did.” I gave her a broad wink and thrust my hips in a move reminiscent of our boyband moves.

“Down, boy.” She clicked her tongue. “You need to get mentally ready for the show.”

“Never been more ready. Never felt better.”

“I hope Ashley’s in the same frame of mind.”

“Arghh! You know how to kill a vibe, don’t you?”

Noelle had reverted to form. All she needed was her clipboard.

“I wish I could see those photos.” Noelle tripped to a stop. “Do you think Ashley’s behind the cheating rumors?”

I lifted a shoulder. “Would it surprise you?”