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“Damn. You’re not wasting any time, huh?”

“You know I’m impatient when I’m excited, James Luck. Now quit stalling and answer the question before I explode.”

“We gotta find you some chill, Nyx,” I chortled. “But yes, I did it.”

“Ahhhhh,” she squealed, making me laugh. “How do you feel? And how long will it be before you know if you were selected?”

“About a week. And nervous as fuck, but good. The hardest part is over. Now I just have to ensure I don’t make a fool of myself on that stage.”

“You could never make a fool out of yourself with that voice,” she assured me. It blew my mind how a sentence that simple could put me at ease. Then again, it was likely less of the actual sentence and more of who it came from. “You’re going to be incredible. Don’t stress. And I’ll be right there in the front cheering loudly and embarrassing you as only I can do.”

“You better be, Love.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Luck. But now that you’ve taken that first step, have you considered how you’ll manage the landscaping business, the store, and finding your voice musically?”

“Surprisingly, my dad offered to help me out this morning.”

“What?” her eyes widened.

“Exactly. I don’t know what’s gotten into him lately.”

“Maybe he’s really coming to terms with where you and Jude expressed he fell short, and he’s trying to make up for it. I think that’s so dope.”

“Me too. But I don’t want to fuck around and get used to it just for him to backtrack.”

“Don’t do that,” Nyx palmed my cheek. “As long as he’s trying, let him. You can worry about everything else later. If it ever happens.”

“You’re right, you’re right.”

“I know. I’m me. Duh,’ she grinned, her eyes dropping to the guitar next to my chair. “And as a reward for being right, you should play something for me.”

“Here you go.”

“Please?” her eyes softened. “You may as well get the practice in with me, so you’ll be ready for a crowd.”

“Are you manipulating me, Nyx Love?”

“That depends. Is it working?”

I couldn’t hold my laugh back for shit. Shaking my head, I reached for the guitar, strumming quickly as I hummed before transitioning into one of my current favorite songs. Jon Vinyl’s Told You.

“And it tears me down, I’m constantly out of control, yeah ...I’ve been way too caught up in the past tense. Sorry for my actions, how ‘bout we hit the mattress?”

“Jamie,” Nyx smirked.

Placing the guitar aside, I gripped her thighs, pulling her closer to me. “I’ll make up for these wasted times, I want you to myself,” I murmured against her skin, satisfied when I heard her sharp intake of breath. “Even though we’ve been chilling …in between the sheets hits different. Baby, let me know, I’ll make sure you tap out.”

Inching her dress up, I stood, claiming ownership of her mouth. “What if I told you, told you, told you your touch feels so right?” I said against her lips. “What if I told you, told you, told you your heart was made for mine?”

“Jamie, don’t start,” she whined against my lips, squirming at my touch. “What if someone comes in? Or Rae and Judah come back?”

“Then I suggest you stop talking and let me make you cum. Turn over.”

As badly as she pretended she wasn’t with the shits, Nyx had no problem adhering to my demand. Sinking into my chair, I admired the sight of her bent over my desk. Pushing her dress up, I licked my lips, palming her cheeks before biting each one.

Maneuvering her thong aside, I briefly dipped a finger into her honeypot and scooted my chair forward.

“I need you to feed me my pussy,” I instructed, unzipping my pants to release my dick.