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Abel put his arm around me and we walked to the other side of the stage. His hand dropped down my back leaving goosebumps in its path. At the base of my spine, his hand slipped under the cotton of my T-shirt and he stroked my skin. The touch made me shiver.
He leaned down with his lips against my ear. “You want a tingle baby? I’ll make you quiver so much you’ll swear you’ve got a fever.” He nipped at my lobe and ran his tongue around the shell of my ear. “You want me? I want you.”
I turned and fell into his body. The damn man was hard again. “You can have anyone. Why me?”
“Why not you?” He lifted me and sat me on an equipment crate and stepped between my legs. I swear just having him there gave me a micro-orgasm. A small moan left my lips and the feeling of bliss, much too short, left my body.
His hands reached around me to cup my ass and he pulled me into his erection. Without thought, I wrapped my heels around his legs and pulled him closer. For a few minutes we rocked against each other while he kissed me senseless.
My body shook with need. How long had it been since I’d been good and thoroughly laid? I couldn’t remember, but my body and brain said too long. Right then I decided I’d be in Abel Kincaid’s bed tonight and he’d be in my body.
People said that all work and no play wasn’t good for a girl. Why couldn’t I work and play?
Beyond us, the din of the crowd grew louder and louder. They chanted Abel’s name.
“I got to go. Come with me, I’ll show you the second best seat in the house.” He pulled me to the stairs and placed me on a stool behind the curtain.
Just before he left I pulled him in for another kiss. When we separated, I asked, “Where’s the best seat?”
He smiled at me and said, “You sitting on my lap riding my cock.”
I nearly fell off the stool.
Abel gave the performance of a lifetime. No one could truly understand how much energy and effort went into performing a concert. I sat in the sidelines and watched as the man of my dreams wooed thousands of women.
The stage was littered with everything from underpants to notes with phone numbers and I wondered how many of them would make it on the bus on an average night. Scott had just had a woman but there was no doubt he’d have at least one more before they loaded the bus and headed for New Orleans. Given that the other members of the band were single, the crew bus would no doubt be rocking all night long.
I pressed my thighs together and hoped that Abel would ease the ache between my legs. When he left the stage for the last time, he stopped to give me a sweaty kiss.
“Did you like the concert?”
My hands ran up his chest. “It was amazing. The second best seat in the house was pretty good.”
He threaded his fingers through my hair a
nd crushed his lips against mine. I loved the taste of him. He was sweet and salty and delicious.
People moved around us packing up the equipment while we kissed. It lasted forever but ended too soon.
“Go wait on the bus and I’ll make sure to show you the best seat when I get back.”
“Where are you going?”
He frowned. “Felix set up a quick interview with a local reporter. I’ll be right there.” He pressed a quick kiss to my lips and walked away.
I stayed a few more minutes to observe everything going on around me. It was a whirlwind of activity. As people rushed to put guitars away, roll up cords and dismantle the stage, I stood in awe. How could something that looked so simple and flawless be so complicated?
Ten minutes later, I made my way to the bus. Somehow, a line of women stood out front. I’d never seen so many perfect breasts in my life. I pushed past the throng of fans that security was trying to contain and pressed in my code to enter the bus.
I expected to be greeted by silence, but instead, I was greeted by a beautiful naked brunette. She sat on Abel’s chair like she belonged there. To make matters worse, she was drinking one of the juices I’d picked out for him.
“You must be the new help,” she said. The woman showed no embarrassment sitting there naked. Why should she? She had perfect breasts, a flat stomach and legs that stretched for miles. The stilettos only adding to the sex appeal. “I’m glad you're here. Would you mind getting me a sparkling water. This shit is too sweet.”
“You need to leave.” I tossed the strip of fabric that lay on the chair opposite to her.
“Oh honey, you haven’t been properly briefed.” She readjusted her body so her legs hung over the arm. “I’m the president of Abel’s Dallas fan club. I didn’t get there by my penmanship. How do you think I had the code to his bus?”
My heart slipped from its cage and tumbled down into the pit of my stomach. How could I think that Abel wouldn’t have someone waiting and wanting at each stop? How could I consider he actually wanted me?
