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I sketched a salute, grateful for the intervention and dashed upstairs. Indi stood in the doorway at one of the rooms, her back pressed to one side, her feet off the ground and supported by the other side of the doorway so it looked like she was levitating.
"I bags this one. Where are you sleeping?"
I pulled the suitcase up short and dropped my shoulder to get the guitars over my chest. "These are heavy, girl. You gonna let me in?"
"Cost you a kiss."
Her eyes twinkled as I bent down and sealed my mouth over hers, pushing my tongue inside. She moaned softly, her legs slipping against their tenuous hold on the opposite side of the doorway.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her into my chest before she fell. "I want another one of those. In there. With the door shut."
“Should I let you take advantage like that?” She shot me a cheeky look over her shoulder, her deep blue eyes sparkling to let me know exactly what she wanted.
"You know I used to promise no encores." My lips tingled with the need to devour her. "I used to say one night only.”
"Looks like you're breaking your own rules again, backstage boy." She ducked out of my hold, disappearing around the corner.
Jesus, how big were these things?
I slipped into the room, placing my guitars against the velveteen chaise lounge in pale blue, and left my suitcase in the walk-in robe, turning around the short hall to find her standing in a small room with a sealable door. Inside sat a small studio set with a mike on a stage and all the kit I ever needed.
I need to send Nick flowers or some shit.
I knocked on the walls and the muffled sound left my heart thudding. "He held to his promise."
She let out a small squeal. "Soundproofed?"
"You betcha."
Her eyes fixed on the desk that ran the length of the room. "So... no one can hear us?"
My lips curled into a smile as I reached for her. Maybe I was breaking my own rules, but maybe it was time for some new ones. I closed the door with my foot, tangling my fingers in her skirt and yanking her into me, desperate to savour her cries as I railed into her.
My life flipped around on me, and my own rules changed, all for a girl–theonlygirl–I’d give an encore performance for. One who had never been a simple fling, even when she tried to convince herself of that.
My Indi.
My encore girl.
