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“They needed some star power.” Joe Trainer flashed a megawatt smile.
“Well, now I have the unlucky job of reading the finalists’ names,” Cubby said. “But our resident rock god will be handing out the awards.”
Ryan reluctantly got up onstage again, and Faith slipped out from under her brother’s arm to head back to the bar. Watching Ryan up there made her realize how good he was at what he did, and that depressed her. If she had a relationship with that man, it would kill her every time he left.
“And you’re an idiot for even thinking it could happen.”
She got busy filling some orders. The talent show guests would be heading her way soon and they’d be busy.
“You need a break,” Noah said when he appeared at her side about twenty minutes later as she was pouring Buster a beer.
“Who knew you could move like that, Baker Boy,” Faith teased him.
“Natural talent,” Buster said proudly.
“Go,” Noah nudged her.
“Ok, I’ll just take ten.”
“Make it fifteen,” Noah said.
She checked the restaurant and kitchens, then headed up to her room. Falling onto her bed she sighed. It felt good to sit.
A knock on her door had her regaining her feet. Opening it, she found Ryan there.
“Hey. You need something?”
“You.” He walked in, closing the door with his heel.
“Ha ha, but really.” Faith stepped back; he followed.
“Really.” He slid his hand under her hair. “Every time you walked into that room, I was hard. Your skirt rode up, and I saw your thighs and wanted them around my waist. Your cleavage had me sweating. All I could imagine was your nipples in my mouth.”
She was hot and wet in seconds.
His mouth took hers, and it was savage.
“Wrong,” she managed to get out.
“Right,” he rasped against her lips. “So right.”
“Work,” Faith whispered. “I, ah, need to get back.”
“We better be quick then.” His smile was wicked.
He opened the buttons of her shirt and pulled down the lace cup of her bra. His lips followed his hands, licking, teasing the flesh. Her body was on fire. All thought of him leaving her room fled with the first stroke of his tongue.
Faith opened the button and slid down the zipper of his jeans. His hands were under her skirt, raising it to her waist as he walked her back into the wall.
“Christ, Faith, I even resorted to imaging what color your panties were.”
“Red,” Faith whispered, sliding her hand inside his jeans to grip the hard length of his arousal. His groan was low and deep.
His fingers stroked the red satin, then he pushed the panties down her legs.
“No time,” Faith said as he prepared to drop to his knees. “I want this now, hard and fast. Do it, Ryan,” she whispered against his lips.
He pulled out his wallet and found the condom. Faith took it, and ripping it open, she rolled it down his hard length.
