Page 14 of Rockstar Retreat

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Jerrik

I pressedmy lips against Sharon’s in a soft kiss, not wanting to push her too far too quickly so she would run again. After the moment we’d just shared, I didn’t want to ruin the good mood she’d worked to keep me in. She didn’t have to, and I appreciated her going out of her way to keep me company on her day off.

My lips brushed softly against hers, moving just slightly. She was a little tense, and I could tell she was trying to hold herself back. But then she sighed, and her whole body seemed to melt. My hands moved from where they held her by the shoulders to slide around her waist and hold her body to mine. I broke the kiss and pulled back so I could see her face.

“You’re beautiful, Sharon,” I murmured without thinking, and it was true.

It had gotten a bit late. The sun was getting ready to set, dyeing the day in soft amber and gold, and the color reflected perfectly on her. It brought out highlights in her light brown hair and made her green eyes almost seem to glow.

“You don’t need to try to flatter me, you know,” she said, sarcastic, even as a pleased flush and a small smile told me she appreciated the compliment. “You probably meet a lot of pretty and beautiful people. I mean, you are famous, Jerrik.”

I shrugged lightly, one of my hands trailing slowly up her back. I felt satisfaction curl in my chest when she shivered slightly and squirmed even closer to me. I wanted to kiss her some more, but there was something I needed to let her know first.

“Trust me, Sharon, when I say you’re the most beautiful person I’ve seen in years now.”

“What, you don’t like your life of fame?” she said with an eyebrow arched, a stray beam from the sinking sun gleaming off of her hair.

I smiled because she got what I was trying to say. “I’m saying that in the search for fame, you meet all kinds of people. Plenty of them look good on the outside, but, no, it’s not such a rosy picture. Don’t get me wrong, there are some genuinely good people, but I can’t stand most of the people that approach me.”

She tilted her head to the side curiously, and I held back a sigh when the light from the setting sun washed over her face and made it glow. Even if I wasn’t just comparing personalities, Sharon was a good woman, inside and out.

“According to the rumors, you’re never out on your own though.”

Fucking press! There wasn’t anything that they didn’t print or even worse posted on YouTube. There was no privacy these days. Everyone said that things were better with the access of data, but I didn’t think it was a blessing. It was a sin. Everyone and anyone was happy to post anything on social media regardless of the consequences of that action.

“I can’t say any of them are my friends. The only constant in my life is, actually, Tom and my label.” My lips tightened a little bit. If I had to be honest with myself, not wanting to lose what little stability I still had with both was the real reason I’d agreed to make this retreat in the first place. “But let’s put all that aside,” I said before she could ask more. “It’s just you and me here right now, and I’d like to focus on that.”

When she didn’t voice any objections, I leaned down to kiss her again. This time, I added a little more pressure, moved my lips against hers a little rougher than before. Sharon moaned a little and pressed her body closer to mine. I took that to mean she liked what I was doing, so I didn’t stop.

Instead, I took it a little further, parting my lips to brush my tongue against her lower lip. Then I took her lip in between mine and lightly nibbled on it, catching it between my teeth and tugging on it a little. Sharon groaned and finally, parted her lips. I took advantage of it, sliding my tongue between hers to map out the inside of her mouth, roll my tongue against hers.

Slowly but surely, the kiss was growing in intensity, until there was nothing soft about it left. Sharon had her palms pressed against my chest, and she slid them up to my shoulders, then around my neck, as she held onto me tightly and kissed me back, just as ravenous as I was.

We parted when we both needed to breathe but even then we didn’t go far from each other. We panted for breath, breathing in each other’s air with how close we were, but neither of us chose to move.

“We really shouldn’t do this,” she said in a whisper, even as her arms tightened around my neck.

“Why is that?” I asked with a quirk of my eyebrow, my fingers stroking down from her shoulder to her elbow until she shivered. “You want this just as much as I do, Sharon.”

I went back in for another kiss just to prove my point, and she kissed me back, hard, pressing her body even closer to mine. When we parted again, and she spoke, she seemed even more reluctant to let the words leave her mouth.

“It’s not that I don’t want this, Jerrik, but my job…” her whole body shook as I stroked a finger down the point her hard nipple made in her dress.

I looked at her, waiting for her to continue as she tried to regain her composure. I felt almost feel just how dirty my grin was.

“Work…” she strangled out but then stopped again, her breath shaking from her chest as my fingers clamped over the bud.

Right. I hadn't forgotten her job, but I didn’t think about it much either. I wondered if they had rules against sleeping with clients. Maybe I would look into it later, but if that was her only objection, then I intended to get my way.

“If that’s your only problem, then don’t think about it.” I leaned down to nip lightly at her neck, and she moaned as she tipped her head back to give me more access. “Besides, it’s your day off, remember? And we’re off grounds.”

“Jerrik,” she whispered her eyes on my lips, hungry for more.

I thought she was going to try and make up some more excuses, but she just said my name, her voice all breathless, making my body grow even hotter. I growled against her neck, licking a broad stripe from the hollow beneath her throat and up to her chin, before reaching up with one of my hands, so I had a light grip on her hair. I tilted her head just the way I wanted and pressed our lips together in another harsh kiss.

“I need this right now, Sharon,” I groaned against her softness, barely pulling away from the kiss to talk. “Please tell me you want this, too.”