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MYKA
“Ilove these legs,” Simon utters as he trails his finger along the lines of my thighs and over my hips while he laces my neck with soft, sweet kisses. “I’ve been wanting to feel them since the night we first met at the Showcase.”
I smile and relish the afterglow of the time spent all over his massive home in Avalon Some of it was spent being intimate with our bodies, other moments we had hilarious trivia battles, from movies to, of course, music. I was impressed by how much he knew about other genres. To be honest, he’s had me since the day I laid eyes on him coming off the elevator. The way his sinfully lust-filled green eyes locked gazes with mine, sent a small surge of electricity through me. I didn’t know it then, but it was evident something was brewing from the beginning.
I didn’t have a need or a want for anything. He made sure to take care of me. From the head massages while we soaked in his tub, to the foot rubs while I read to him from his favorite book. I inhale the bliss of being here in the arms of a person who truly cares, and slowly exhale the reality we must face, not wanting to move. “I have to go,” I whine.
“No, you don’t. Trust me. Amber can take care of things at the office.” He pulls me tighter to his body, an attempt to keep me all to himself.
“Simon, I do have other clients,” I inform him. “Besides, I need to look at the pre-tour schedule and call Brianna. I know she’s been blowing my phone up.”
“Just explain to her that I was in the middle of a sex addiction meltdown, and you were helping me stay on the straight and narrow path,” he teases.
Even though it is meant as comic relief, it does bring to mind when do we explain our situation.
The feeling of butterflies in my stomach presents itself as I lie here thinking about what this means. Is this a real and honest thing between us, or just two people finding comfort in the other; one healing from hurt, and the other escaping the pain of a scorned lover.
“Simon?” I begin.
“Yes, my love?”
“Are we ready to tell others about us? I suspect most of them know, but still. Do we go public?” I pose the question in hopes he will understand I do see this as a union and can only hope he feels the same.
“I don’t know. Is there ever a good time to go public in our world?” he responds, moving my hair aside to expose my neck, and softly kisses it.
My skin tingles with goosebumps from his actions. If there was ever a time when I was sure of something when it comes to being with someone, this is it. No longer can I draw comparisons because Simon is the bar. Cornelius was just a steppingstone on my way to something better.
I roll over to meet his gaze with my own. “I think we should, but I’m scared.”
“Scared of what? That’s I’d treat you like that bloke, Corn Dog?”
I erupt with laughter. “Cornelius, and no, I know you wouldn’t do that. It’s just that from my experience, the things that are too good to be true, often are. I don’t think I could stomach another heartache.”
“I’d never hurt you. You’ve proven your worth and earned my trust. That is something I value more than anything when it comes to relationships. Without trust, you may as well be a groupie looking for a good time, because that’s all you’ll get from me.”
Hearing him say that reminds me of how his young teenage heart was broken and that one action led him to be the way he is with women. That and the unspoken standard of musicians. My heart aches with emotions ranging from my own to sympathizing with his.
Staving off the reactions that threaten to spring forth, I decide I need to leave now. “I better get up. There’s a lot of things we need to discuss regarding how we move into the tour season. What if you come by my place tonight? I can fix dinner and share my plans for the band.” Not wanting to be tempted to lie beside him any longer, I quickly exit the bed, covering myself with the sheet, cutting all temptation.
I power on my phone that’s been silent since Tuesday and when I turn around, Simon is lying there with his hands propped behind his head, naked as the day he was born, with a beautiful hard-on. He moves his man-muscle in a way to beckon me as if it were the index finger of his hand. The mere sight of him in this position elicits all my senses to act at once.
“Damn,” I utter. My mouth waters with excitement as I drink in every inch of his body; outlining each ink covered spot and line defining his abs. I swallow and bite my bottom lip while my breath catches. My core throbs, heat and wetness pool between my thighs, and my clit pulses with anticipation.
“You must like what you see,” he cockily expresses. “Come here, my love.”
I take in the sight for a few minutes and dial the first number in my emergency list.
“Hi, Amber. I’m going to be late…real late.” I disconnect before she has a chance to respond. Dropping the sheet, I take two steps before I am back in his bed, under his spell.
* * *
SIMON
The last two months have been utterly amazing. Myka and I have almost been inseparable. Except for the few occasions she was with her other clients, and the times Osiris were in the studio recording a new track and preparing for our tour, there we were, together, enjoying each other's company. We ultimately decided we wouldn’t go public with our affair, even though our close circle have nearly figured it out. We want to make sure it’s something we both are prepared for. Paparazzi in your face every time you step out in public, more false allegations about my sexual prowess, and whatever else that may come from being with a public figure.
It hasn’t been easy for me to remain at a distance when around her. The other day at our group meeting she made it very hard to not touch her. Anything Myka wears is a turn on, but on this particular day she wore a skirt which fit her like a fucking glove. I was caught staring at her a few times by my brother, and he admonished me from going near her. Little did he know he was too late for that speech.
Today, however, Lenny has called me alone into his office to discuss something that has come up. I sure hope it’s not another paternity suit. It would make me look despicable in front of Myka and likely set our relationship back. I walk into the building where the label is housed and catch the lift to Lenny’s office. When I walk in, there are two other executives there, Carl, our sound engineer, and Myka. I’m surprised to see her cause she didn’t mention this morning she would be present, and it wasn’t because her mouth was full of my cock either.
