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“You don’t think I’d be chickening out on an amazing opportunity?”
“If it’s not one you’re looking forward to doing, then no. Are you nervous over having to perform?”
Raw honesty didn’t come easy. “I’m afraid if I don’t do well, I’ll never want to do it again.”
“Audition or sing in general?”
I bit my lip, trying to figure out the best way to explain it. “Sing. When I do it for those kids, I do it because they appreciate it, flaws and all. It’s the only reason I can think of that I don’t get nervous in front of them; because I know they love it. But the thought of auditioning in front of people critiquing every facet freaks me the hell out. What if I suck and lose the desire to do it ever again? And that’s not even mentioning the fact that I would have to go out on tour with whoever it is. We could be talking months on the road.”
I could tell by his expression he hadn’t thought about that aspect. “Well, I think you need to decide whether you’ll regret never taking the chance more than you’d regret taking it and not succeeding. There are some things in life you don’t want to think back on and wish you would’ve at least tried. But for other things, it might not be worth the risk. Only you can decide that.”
Could I live with never giving it a shot? Or would I regret taking the chance? “I suppose you’re right.”
Pulling up in front of the movie theatre was a welcome distraction. “We aren’t walking the red carpet, are we?”
He shook his head. “No, but there will be pictures. The hard part will be not touching you since there will be media and people from my office there who—”
“Know Josh. Yeah, I get it.” And I didn’t want to be reminded of it.
He flashed his PDG. “I’ll make it up to you later.”
“Oh, I know you will. And by the way, your PDG has been rendered ineffective this evening.”
He pretended to look wounded as the driver opened the door. “How’s that?”
I leaned in and whispered, “Because I’m not wearing any panties to drop.”
The hiss of his breath was immensely satisfying, but not as much as being pulled back inside against him.
He looked toward the driver. “Give us five minutes.”
My face heated knowing it was obvious why. The door barely closed before his hand was up my dress. “I thought you said we didn’t have time for funny business?”
His breath was warm against my ear when he replied, “That was before you announced there was nothing between my hand and your pussy underneath your dress.” He wasted no time bringing his fingers right up to my heat.
Shifting to allow him more access, I moaned with the sensation of his fingers inside of me, his thumb circling my clit.
“I want you to make a mess on my hand, then as I’m in that movie premiere, I’m going to smell you the entire time and think of what we’re doing tonight.”
Jesus. “Your dirty talk could almost make me come alone.”
He kissed down my neck. “In that case I want you to think about later, when I’m going to have you—”
“Oh god.” Just the thought of what we had planned for tonight pushed me over the edge. I convulsed against his fingers feeling the waves of pleasure consume me with my climax. When my eyes flickered open, his proud smirk greeted me.
“Watching you come like that was the hottest thing ever.” He straightened my dress and adjusted himself. “You ready?”
Actually I kind of needed a nap after that orgasm. Wow. I swallowed hard, knowing I probably looked fine from the outside, but on the inside I was jelly. “Yeah, I think so.”
As the driver helped me out the door, and we stepped into the fray, flashes from the cameras were everywhere. It occurred to me I hadn’t once inquired what movie this was, or who was in it. Nevertheless, I smiled, feeling his hand in the small of my back as he guided me through the crowd.
Before we entered the theatre, he lifted my hand, brushing his lips against my knuckles in a sweet gesture. On a regretful sigh, knowing he couldn’t touch me any other way, he led me into the theatre and started the dizzying number of introductions and greetings. All the while, I thought it might be progress that he didn’t once mention me as his friend’s little sister.
I noticed more than one woman fixing her gaze on him only then to assess me from head to toe as the competition. But Colby paid them no attention, seemingly oblivious to the appreciative looks he was receiving.
By the time we took our seats, I was already exhausted from the entire experience.
“You okay?” he asked.
