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“You’re welcome to ride back with us in the bus if you’d rather. It’s my understanding we’re all headed out at noon. We negotiated so everyone staying in our block of rooms has a noon checkout.”

If things went sideways I’d regret telling him I’d ride with him, so I sidestepped the conversation. “You aren’t what I expected.” I rolled my eyes at myself and then tried to explain. “Okay, so I’m not sure what I expected, but you’re real. You aren’t fake.”

He shrugged. “Lord Byron is all about the performance, but Will prefers to leave all that up to his alter-ego. Will writes the songs; Lord Byron performs them.”

I nodded. “Yeah. That makes sense. So, I’ve had sex with the performer, how will it be different with the real guy?”

“Same cock. Same lips and tongue.”

And then he leaned down and used those lips and tongue, kissing me until I nearly forgot we were in an elevator when the doors opened. The downstairs Drake guys had put us on the elevator, and Panda was waiting for us when the doors opened.

“I have a theory,” Will told me as he dragged me to his door. “Because security usually rides the elevator with me for a personal handoff, but they didn’t with you in the elevator, and that means you’re the personal handoff, andthatmeans you’re more than just a lab geek.”

“So much faulty logic there, I don’t know where to start,” I told him, and then I waited silently while Panda used a card to unlock the room, walked in with us, checked the closet andbathroom, nodded to us, and closed the door behind him when he left to stand outside the room.

“We can talk about faulty logic later,” he told me, pressing me against the wall. “I want you on the bed with just the sexy little skirt and those motherfuckin’ boots on.” He stepped away from me, pulled his shirt off over his head, and then took a few steps back and sat on the edge of a chair to take his shoes and socks off.

I pulled my top off and walked to the bed while Will slid out of the oh-so-sexy nearly blonde jeans, and the man was absolutely gorgeous, walking to me with all that hair, and those ripped abs, his cock at absolute full mast. It was enough so even my bear chilled, more than happy to allow this perfect specimen to–

All thoughts stopped when Will climbed onto the bed and literally dove into my pussy with his tongue, his lips. Heat and friction, and I don’t know what the fuck he did or how he managed it, but my clit exploded into a frenzy of pleasure and I didn’t care that Panda could probably hear me screaming through an orgasm moments after the door closed. Later, I would care, but in this moment it never even occurred to me because there were no logical thoughts — only pleasure and climax.

And that’s how the following hours went, Will’s lips and tongue, then fingers, and finally his cock hitting all the right spots inside me, over and over until I thought I might die from bliss, and then he ramped me up, and up, and up — keeping me right on the edge until I thought I’d go mad. When he finally took us over the edge, colors splintered in my vision and the pleasure carried me to different realms, different existences, where there’s only ecstasy and climax, riding a wave of colors we don’t have on planet Earth.

* * * *

Will

I woke when she got out of bed, and I listened to her footsteps going into the bathroom, using the toilet, and then returning. Part of me had been afraid she’d find her clothes and leave, but she came back to the bed, and I opened my eyes and smiled at her.

“Morning, Sunshine.”

She shook her head. “Not sunshiny in the morning, usually, but I might make an exception today.”

She slid between the sheets and curled into me, and I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her tighter into me.

We’d probably gone to sleep around five, and it was a little after ten in the morning. I didn’t especially want the energy of a quickie between us just yet. I mean, sure, we’d had a quickie in my dressing room, and then again in the bathroom, but I wanted her last orgasm on this first date to be the final marathon orgasm I’d given her before she crashed on me.

Also, I figured her pussy would be pretty damned sore if she wasn’t used to having so much sex in one day. We’d never gotten around to anal, so we still had something to look forward to.

I considered when we could see each other again. After Davy’s fuck-up of not telling me about his grandfather, I’ve been going back and forth on whether to restart his boot camp session as soon as I walk in the door or not. Basically, I either needed to do a full ten days with him, or I needed to put it off for six to eight weeks andthendo a full ten days — and I’d been leaning heavily towards putting a pause on that. We needed to work on our relationship before I could work on dialing in the power exchange.

If Micca was going to become a big part of our lives, she needed to be part of that boot camp, which was another point towards holding off on it.

“I appreciate the offer to ride back with you on the band’s bus,” she told me, “but I’m thinking I should go back with the people I came with. My car’s at the MC’s compound, and it’ll just be all around easier to not have to deal with all the people who chase you down. I’ve gotta go back to my room to change clothes and pack before I check out, anyway.”

“Fair enough, but I hope you want to see me again, though in all honesty, it’ll be me and Davy who come pick you up for a date.” I kissed the top of her head. “I’ve been gone a while, and I need a day or two alone with Davy. We have something to resolve this evening, and then maintenance tomorrow morning, and some normal-couple fun outside the house after. Why don’t you join us for dinner tomorrow evening and plan to spend the night, maybe the next couple of days and nights, with us?”

“Works for me. Since you’re keeping Davy a secret, I assume this’ll be dinner somewhere out of the public eye?”

“How do you know Davy’s a secret?”

“You didn’t let Matty tell his best friend.”

Deductive skills are so sexy, and this woman just kept growing on me. “Right, and yes. The bikers have a table they put me at in their VIP section, so my back is to the rest of the room, but I’m thinking we need a private dining room at a nice restaurant for our first official date.”

“Why are you keeping him a secret?”

“Davy’s choice, and one I’ve done my best to respect. He recently told me on a video call he’s ready to go public, but we need to hammer out some details in person before we follow through.”