Page 74 of Before the Encore

“I guess you’ll have to show me again.” Madison smirked, fingers circling her clit with ease, slow and teasing.

Bonnie pushed into her hand, soft breaths parting her lips. “There is something.” As soon as she said it, she second-guessed herself. Would Madison think it was weird?

But her eyes lit up, excitement brightening them. “What?”

“That first time.” Bonnie bit back a moan as heat slipped between her thighs, Madison’s movement making it hard to think. “In LA—fuck.”

Madison grinned, clearly pleased with herself. “Spit it out, princess.”

“Outside. M-my security cameras. Caught all of it.”

“All of what?”

“Of us.”

Awareness descended on Madison’s features, her mouth loosening. “Oh my god. Can we watch it?”

Madison’s fingers worked over her, faster, making her squirm.

“You really want to see that?” New heat tightened in her core, and she grasped Madison’s shoulder, needing something to hold.

“The first time I had you begging? The first time I made you come? Abso-fucking-lutely.”

When she put it like that…Ripples of pleasure pulsed through her.

“You’re so wet,” Madison murmured, her hand quickening. “You like the idea too, don’t you? You want to watch me fuck you.”

“Yes,” Bonnie admitted, her nails clawing into Madison’s muscle. “Please.”

She didn’t really know what she was asking for. They couldn’t watch the video until they were back in LA, when she’d have access. But somehow, Madison knew what she needed.

Madison’s mouth lifted at the corners. “Let’s have a sneak preview then.”

A few minutes later, Bonnie moaned, coming hard around Madison’s fingers. Heat spiralled and flooded through her, breaths coming short and fast. Once they started, they couldn’t stop. Kisses quickly escalated into more, and sometime later, they lay tangled on the opposite side of the room, after Madison claimed the other sofa ‘had a better view’, whatever that meant.

Bonnie had always been bigger than other women, so it marvelled her how Madison had the ability to make her feel dainty, how she lifted and manipulated her body with ease. To say it was hot would be a chronic understatement.

“God,” Bonnie breathed, stretching out her tired legs. “I have no idea how I’m going to do the last show like this. I’m exhausted.”

Madison laughed. “Don’t forget the after party too.”

Bailey and the label always threw a celebration for the end of tour. Though this wasn’t a full tour and had only been four shows, there was little that could dissuade Bailey from a night of drinking and partying—two of Bonnie’s least favourite things. But she’d have to at least make an appearance.

Madison studied her. “I know it’s not your scene, but what’s so bad about a party?”

Music pulsed at her temples, trying to tug her into her memories. Bonnie sucked in a deep breath before answering, hoping it would steady her racing heart. “I just don’t enjoy them.”

Madison’s gaze warmed her. “Okay,” she said, not totally convinced. “But you’ve had an incredible tour. Sold out every night. Fans are excited for your new album. You deserve to be celebrated.”

Bonnie gave a non-committal nod, focusing on the buildings outside the window. She would tell Madison about The Pop Factor soon, but today wasn’t the right time. This wasn’t the kind of discussion you brought to someone rushed. She had to choose when to let that darkness in, and right now, they needed to focus on their last show.

Luckily, her phone sprung to life, ringing from her jeans scrunched up on the floor.

“Time for rehearsal.” She peeled herself from Madison’s warmth, despite her grumbles and groans, and plucked up her phone, swiping off the alarm.

“At least someone is organised.” Madison stretched like a cat, long limbs reaching over the sofa. “I’d have easily stayed here all day.”

“You need better time management,” Bonnie scolded, but a small smile tugged at her mouth.