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Instinctively, my mouth waters at the sight of his bare chest and abdomen. My stomach pitches at the same time a thrill speeds through my veins. It’s a sight that never gets old. “When we move in, you’re never wearing a shirt.”
He grins, easing me to lie back, then places his shirt under my head. His fingers skate along the edge of the lace and down the valley between my breasts, flicking the clip open. “So fucking sexy. Unbelievably gorgeous.”
“So are you.”
His thumb slides to trace one nipple, which pebbles immediately at the sensation. “I know we’re in a hurry, but shit if I don’t want to take my time. Run my mouth over every inch of skin, savor and devour you. Didn’t get enough this morning. Tonight, I want the taste of you on my tongue, knowing you’re full of me as you work the room tonight.”
An intense craving throbs in my veins. “Achilles?”
“Right here, baby,” he answers, leaning in to suck my nipple into his mouth.
“Ahhh.” I arch up, gripping his head.
He sucks harder, tilting so his cheek scrapes against my skin. A fleeting thought crosses my mind that my dress is low cut, but I don’t dare tell him to stop. His mouth moves to the other side, mimicking the same actions.
He trails lower, licking his way down my stomach, his destination clear. I grip his hair, trying to lift his face to try again. “Achilles?”
“Hmmm?” His hand moves between my legs, playing with me through my leggings. Electrifying sparks flame at the friction.
“Oh, God.” I grind into his touch.
“All night, the taste of you on my tongue.”
“Don’t rush,” I finally get out.
His head comes up, the heat in his eyes scorching. Savage, raw, unrelenting. He’s in the mood to own me. “What about—”
“They can wait.”
His grin turns wicked right before his mouth crashes to mine.
“You have sawdust in your hair,” Jewls announces brazenly, not bothering to lower her voice.
The bubbles of champagne get lodged in my throat and I choke.
“Oh no! I thought I got it all,” Rowan frets, sweeping my hair over my shoulder and fanning it out.
“Would you keep your voice down?” I sputter, looking to see if anyone is staring at us. “This is a sophisticated event.”
“Sophisticated?” She cocks her eyebrows. “Not sure Mike would have let you in the door with these socialites if he knew you were romping in a construction zone.”
“Why did I invite you again?”
“I’m the yin to your yang and you can’t get rid of me,” she replies. “Besides, wouldn’t you rather me point it out than Charlie?” Her eyes go over my shoulder as Charlie materializes at my side.
“Thank God for you. This is fan-fucking-tastic.” She also doesn’t lower her voice, and this time a few heads turn our way. She carries on without a care. “Event planning is not my forte. I hate the intricate details. Who the hell cares if the tarts are gluten-free, the chicken is free-range organic, or the bar is stocked with alkaline water? I mean, it’s water! And this is a rock n’ roll stacked event. No one’s drinking water.”
Two couples beside us outright laugh, tipping their glasses in her direction.
“Charlie, me helping wasn’t exactly grueling work.”
“You took it off my plate, which thrilled Mike. Somehow, when we do these events, I become the office bitch and he’s always scared the whole thing will go down the shitter.”
I hang my head, unable to stop my lips from curling up. This woman is a total mess with no filter. Mike loves her, but she tests his last nerve.
“Well, you have me now.”
“Oh my God, they just walked in,” Ginger squeal-shrieks, bouncing like the energizer bunny.
“Be still me heart,” Rowan breathes out.
We all glance toward the door, and the guys from Sayge are sauntering in, followed by another rock band with the label, Knights Dream.
“Pretty sure the saying is ‘be still my heart’. Unless you’re a pirate,” Jewls corrects Rowan, whose face flushes.
“Yeah, that too.”
“I love this chick.” Charlie throws an arm around Jewls’ shoulders. “She’s got the kind of snark I respect.”
“Touché.” Jewls clicks her champagne glass to Charlie’s.
“Sorry, not sorry,” Ginger states without an ounce of remorse. “No matter how many times I dealt with musicians, I’d be Starstruck.”
“Honey, I am married to one of those men and have little monsters exactly like their dad. Sometimes, I question my sanity over him more than them,” Charlie replies with her eyes on Blake. She may act like a hard ass, but when he glances her way and winks, it’s apparent they are crazy about each other.
“That wink would make me pregnant.” Rowan shocks us all with her comment.
Our heads swing her way. Her usual quiet and modest demeanor is gone. She’s openly gaping at the now large group of guys, which includes my soon-to-be roommates and Achilles.
