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I squeeze my thighs together as I take in his cock, standing fully at attention and weeping with precum. Knowing I’ve caused that reaction in him is almost enough for me to close the distance between us.

I reach my hand out and gently fist his length, his head tilting back with each swipe of my palm. He’s warm in my hand, firm and heavy. I stroke him a few times before I let my hand go, and he rolls his head back around to me. “On your knees,” I tell him.

He swallows, but obediently drops to the carpet. I step forward, his eyes on mine as I finally lift my shirt over my head and let my breasts free. The cold air puckers my already hard nipples, and I see him lick his lips.

I gently push at his shoulder until he’s sat down and I crouch until I’m sat on his lap, my pussy grinding directly over his cock.

His hands come to my back, spanning the length of my spine.

I tilt my hips, his tip resting right where I want him.

His jaw clenches even as his hand cups the back of my head, fisting in my hair. “I want you just like this,” I whisper against his mouth. He chases me.

His other hand lands on my thigh. “You sure about this, Cass?”

I nod. “Please.”

In one swift motion, he yanks me further on his lap, his cock sliding into me so fast I lose my breath. My head falls back as I let myself adjust to the stretch, and he presses open-mouthed kisses across my chest, taking my nipple into his mouth.

“Cassie,” he mumbles into my skin. “Fucking move.”

I can’t help the laugh that escapes me as I straighten up, clutching his jaw in my hands as I so, so slowly lift my hips. Each slow roll of my hips is torture, my knees burning on the rug, but I can’t stop. Robbie’s hands grip the crease between my thighs and my hips, helping control my movements.

I rise up higher on my knees until I can speed up, impaling myself on him frantically until he moves his hand in between us, brushing his thumb against my clit, but I can’t stop until I feel him underneath me, thrusting into me in time with my movements. He clutches me to him tightly as he comes undone.

When I can finally catch my breath, I press kisses along his jaw until his hands come to my face. He peels my head back to take me in. My eyelids are heavy with sleep, but he’s still inside me, and I swear I can feel him hardening again. “Where next?”

33

ROBBIE

There isn’t a surface in this cottage that we haven’t desecrated. I’d feel somewhat guilty if it wasn’t for the girl curled on my chest in the bed we finally got round to finding, her hair tickling my nose. I should have known that a woman with two songwriting Grammy’s would have a creative imagination.

“Cassie?” I ask quietly, breaking the silence.

“Hmm?”

“Whose house is this?”

She chuckles, her head falling on my chest. “Well, I think it’s mine for the next two weeks.”

“Oh, that’s okay then.” I nod, tilting my head back. “At least we don’t have to worry about the neighbors.” I trace my fingers along the outside of her arm. “So…I take it you’re going to camp out here for a few weeks.”

Cassie sits up straighter, the sheet that was wrapped around the both of us falling to the curve of her hip, a dusky pink nipple exposed to the cool air. “I think so. I’ve invited Danny down for a few days. See if we can make something.”

I cast my mind back to the party, trying to remember which one Danny is. “Do you guys work together a lot?”

“Yeah. A few years back, I split with my old team in a blaze of glory. My parents actually let me. But in hindsight, I think they expected it to be a flaming disaster and I’d come crying to them for help, but I’m pretty stubborn when I want to be.” She rolls her eyes, and I clutch her to me tighter, her leg slotting between mine. “The freedom was nice for a while, until I had both of them in my ear day after day, waiting for me to back down and come crawling back. Then Danny suddenly revealed he was like this super music genius, and I finally had a teammate rather than a boss. I work on my own sometimes, but when I’m stuck, he can usually help me out.”

“Are you still stuck now?”

“I was, for a while.” She runs her finger down my nose, letting the pad of her forefinger rest on the tip of my lip. I playfully nibble at the end as she yelps. “But I think I might have some ideas left in me.” She bites her lip. “Turns out having a break is actually a bit inspiring.”

“So…” I can’t stop my grin. “What I’m hearing is I was right the whole time.”

She rolls her eyes with a laugh. “No, I don’t think that’s what I said actually.”

“Hmm,” I prop my head up on my arm. “No, that’s definitely what I heard. You said ‘Robbie, you’re so right, I needed to let myself be open to inspiration and go with you to the ‘Land of Song’, so now I’m going to write a record-breaking album and dedicate it to you. ” I accompany it with a wave of my hand that sets her off in a peal of giggles.