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She opens her eyes to glare at me. “I want to sleep in.”
I waggle my eyebrows. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
She groans. “I’m too sore for you to make it worth my while.”
I frown. Why didn’t she say she was sore? I wouldn’t have woken her in the middle of the night for another bout of sex had I known. I start for the hallway. “I’ll run you a bath.”
“Stop!” she shouts. “I don’t need a bath. I need sleep.”
“But I want you to come to the studio with me. I want you to see for yourself what we do. How normal we are.”
“Because recording an album is normal?” she grumbles.
“I didn’t want to do this…”
She narrows her eyes on me. “What?”
I pounce on the bed to tickle her. She squirms underneath me as she tries to escape.
“Stop! Stop! I’ll go with you.”
I smile down at her. “I love you.”
Her hazel eyes warm until the green overtakes the blue and brown. “And I love you.”
I bend over to reach her lips. She meets me halfway and our mouths meld together. I lick her seam before pushing my tongue inside. Her tongue meets mine and we duel for supremacy.
I growl before threading my hands through her hair and letting her know who’s in charge. She sighs in surrender. My cock hardens. There’s nothing sexier than Indy giving herself over to me.
I press my length against her stomach and she curls her legs around me to rub herself against my cock.
I yank my mouth away and push up to my elbows. “Shit. I’m sorry. You said you were sore. I’m an asshole.”
“You’re not an asshole. I’m simply irresistible.”
I kiss her nose. “That you are,” I say before rolling out of bed. “And now you’re awake and can come to the studio with me.”
“Are you sure you’re a rockstar and not an evil mastermind?”
“Why can’t I be both?”
She giggles as she sits up. “I guess I’m going to the studio.”
“I’ll wait for you downstairs.”
“Don’t make breakfast.”
“You start a fire one time,” I grumble.
Thirty minutes later, we’re on our way toBertie’s Recording Studio.We hold hands as we walk since I can’t be around Indy and not touch her.
We pass a store namedSensual Scentsand Petal rushes outside.
“Good morning,” Indy greets.
Petal wrings her hands. “I’m so sorry.”
“Sorry? What are you sorry about?” I scan Main Street for a clue, but the small town is sleepy this morning.
