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The fuck?

My fingers slip inside her heat.

First one, then a second.

My cock chafes against the zipper of my trousers. “The next day.”

I could be free of these trousers in a minute. Inside her in two. Making her scream my name loudly enough her smug roommate can hear.

But I want to show her she means more to me than sex. I want her to trust me, to know that I want more of her. I want all of her.

“I’m busy this week,” she pants, gripping my wrist as I slowly pump her with my fingers. “Working on this set.”

She’s letting me in physically but pushing me away emotionally.

I can’t use my normal approach of pinning her down. Brute force does nothing with this woman. She turns to vapor.

It takes everything in me to withdraw my hand, leaving behind her sweet, tight heat. “I’m going to add you to my calendar. You look at it and let me know when you’re available.”

If it takes her more than three damn days, I’ll be back over here. But I don’t say that.

Raegan blinks in surprise, shoving at a chunk of hair that’s fallen out of her ponytail. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”

“I know exactly what I’m missing.” I suck her off my fingers, and her jaw drops. “And what I got tonight is worth even more.”

My balls ache the entire way home.

11

RAE

“I Can’t Feel My Face” streams out of my headphones, but it’s my feet that’ve gone numb. Ernie’s been lying on them for an hour while I sit on Beck’s patio and work on my set for Long Beach.

I drum my fingers on the arm of the chaise, reviewing the set list.

When I approached them with the midsummer “zombie beach” theme a couple months ago, they were down with it. Though I’m still waiting on a final equipment confirmation, it’s going to be great.

It has to be because Victoria said she’d come, and this is my chance to prove I deserve a spot at Wild Fest.

I gently move Ernie onto the patio despite his whine of protest. The track changes, and I shut my eyes to listen.

The dog licks my bare calves, and I hold out the headphones. “It’s really fucking good, right?”

He sniffs them gingerly, his wet nose flaring.

“Don’t tell Beck I was swearing around you. He thinks you’re too impressionable.”

Light glints off the diamonds set into each earpiece, the band connecting them. They’re always with me now.

And so, it seems, is the man who gave them to me.

Harrison took me for dinner on the beach two nights ago. We ate tacos and talked about stupid bullshit that somehow felt important because of the man I shared it with. Seeing the billionaire relax enough to sit on the sand and laugh affected me. It made me think about how things could be, if I let them.

He’s the one pushing us forward, pushing us closer. He peels back parts of me, even without words.

It’s disconcerting.

By the time we were done with our food, I was having a really good time. Plus, I was looking forward to seeing him put his beautiful body to better use. When he drove me back to Beck’s and told me good night, I nearly died.