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“Yup.”
“And you’re going to turn it on? While we’re in public?”
I smile wide, and I probably look like the Grinch when he was plundering Whoville, but I feel like I’m about to plunder a village of my own—Beckaville.
Fuck, that’s cheesy, but it still thrills me.
I nod again, because if I speak now, she’ll know how fucking eager I am to do this—if she can’t tell by my face alone and the fact that I’m pretty sure I’m practically bouncing on my feet at the idea.
She nibbles her lip. “A trust exercise?”
“Mmhmm.”
Determination fills her gaze, and I know before she even says the words that she’s on board. “Okay. Are we doing this now?”
I fight back my pleasure at her acquiescence. “Yes ma’am, we are. Go put that in, and we’ll head out.”
She spins on her heels and goes to the bathroom. She comes out five minutes later, her cheeks already flushed. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she mumbles as she grabs her purse and then locks up after we get outside.
I take her hand in mine and kiss the crown of her head. “Thank you for trusting me enough to do this.”
Her eyes are filled with worry for the briefest moment. “You won’t make me look ridiculous, right? Or embarrass me?”
I shake my head, my expression turning serious. “Never, Becks.” I brush my thumb across her cheek and down her jaw, unable to keep from touching her. “I would never do that to you, but I want to pleasure you. Always. And while this thing comes with a remote, it also can be controlled from an app on my phone which means I can pleasure you even when I have to be away from you.”
Her eyes get that soft, tender look again, and my heart speeds up. God, I love when she looks at me like this. She gets up on her tiptoes and kisses me, the tenderness from her gaze matching the tenderness in her kiss, and I soak it all up.
I spend the drive to Amoeba Music in Hollywood holding her hand and giving her heated glances every chance I get. It’s impossible not to be turned on at the idea that I have control over her pleasure for the foreseeable future. At a red light, I decide to give it a little test drive. I discreetly reach my left hand into my pocket and press the top button which I know turns it on, as well as increases the power.
Becka inhales sharply and then squeezes my hand. I glance over and see her staring at me, her eyes dark and needy, her lips parted, and her breasts jiggling slightly with every panted breath.
Okay, so I might’ve hit the button more than once.
She squeezes my hand tighter and then drops her head back against the seat and lets out a groan. “Oh my God.”
My pants suddenly feel unbelievably tight, and I’m questioning whether or notIcan do this without taking her somewhere private, ripping that vibrator from her body, and slamming my already steel-hard cock inside her.
A car horn beeps angrily behind me, and I face forward to see that the light is green. Shit. I press the gas but can barely concentrate with Becka writhing in the seat next to me. Needing to save my sanity and make sure we get to the venue safely, I turn the vibe off.
Becka lets out a sigh, and I glance over just long enough to notice her legs slightly shaking while she rubs her hands up and down her thighs like she’s trying to dispel some of the pleasure.
“Please tell me that was the highest setting, or I’m definitely going to embarrass myself.”
It wasn’t. It was probably only the third setting out of ten possible options. This is definitely going to get interesting.
The rest of the drive is uneventful, and once I get parked I’m swept up in all the band obligations. Amoeba Music is a record store in Hollywood that has made a historic name for itself in the music industry. It’s always reminded me of the store in the filmEmpire Records, but it’s more famous. I’m excited to play here because they always have a pulse on what music is up and coming.
The interview starts, and the host, Janie, asks me most of the questions. I keep my left hand in my pocket, maintaining a casual lounge pose. I’m just waiting for the minute she finally asks a question to someone else, so I can discreetly watch Becka, who’s standing with Robbie near the wall closest to me and tucked behind most of the fans that have come out to see us perform. Finally, I get my chance when Janie asks a question to the whole band and Miles takes the opportunity to answer.
I press the top button again and immediately watch Becka’s eyes widen before they close slowly in bliss. Even from my seat on this small, raised platform, I can see her trying to control her body—and failing miserably. Robbie glances over at her and she looks up, her gaze connecting with mine even as I see her mouth move to answer whatever he’s asked her.
I press the button again and can see her body tense. Her cheeks pink up and she bites her lip, but her gaze never leaves mine, and it’s almost like she’s challenging me to give her more.
She’s fucking sexy as sin like this, her gaze heated and determined. I press the button again and then have to cross my ankle over my knee to hide the effect she’s having on my body.
I should be focusing on the interview; I know I should. But she’s so tempting and she makes me want to be a little reckless, which is very much not like me. I’m the papa bear who keeps things running—well, me and Robbie. But here I am acting like a foolish youth seeing how much I can get away with before I’m caught.
And she’s right here with me.
