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  “It’s a non-alcoholic cocktail – or a mocktail as it’s called,” he replied, holding it out to her with a compelling look. “Drink.”

  Kate sighed and then obediently took a gulp. It had a refreshing taste of the Mojito without the alcohol. Realizing she really was thirsty, Kate took more sips, glad she could relax even if for a few more minutes before she had to go. She rose from her chair to pace over to the picture window. For the first time, she took in the view and saw how beautiful the city looked from above. She thought of going back to her modest apartment and her overall dreary life. But wanting to stay, she knew, would be the biggest mistake.

  “It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?” Gage asked from behind her.

  She didn’t turn around though she felt him standing just inches away.

  “It was in a hotel suite like this one that I wrote my latest album. Recorded all twelve songs holed up in a hotel in Brussels within a month. It was crazy.” He chuckled.

  Kate had remembered reading about that. She also knew that his newest album was also his most successful to date. People couldn’t seem to have enough of Gage Stevens. Not that she could blame them…

  She turned slightly when she felt his arm reach round to take her empty glass. Seconds later, his hands were on her shoulders, the fingers digging into her flesh. Kate closed her eyes, and inhaled…exhaled.

  “It’s late. Why don’t you stay? With me.”

  His famously raspy voice sent a rush of sensation over her nape and made her whole body tingle with the want. It had been so long for her…months even. She hadn’t met anyone lately that she was interested in dating, and she definitely wasn’t into one-night stands with strangers or hook-ups.

  But here, with Gage, it wouldn’t be so bad, would it? At least they’d know the score. At least, she’d know that she was simply taking the place of whichever groupie or groupies who would have been the ones lucky to be alone with Gage right now.

  “You mean, stay and share your bed, right?” Kate asked with a trace of bitterness.

  “If not for old times’ sake…then because it’s the right place and time,” he said huskily. “And because you want to. It’s all you’ve wanted since we kissed in my dressing room; I know. It’s certainly all I’ve wanted since you walked in the fucking door.”

  Kate gasped as his hand now closed around her throat in a possessive grasp, his lips close to her ear.

  “You look the same…you even smell the same,” he whispered, his sweet breath teasing her nostrils. “Now I’m dying to find out if you feel the same, too.”

  8

  There was a buzzing in every nerve cell as Kate felt Gage’s tongue tease her lobe while his fingers deftly unbuttoned her blouse. In seconds, he was pushing down the cups of her bra and letting her bouncy tits spill into his hands. He groaned deep in his throat and Kate couldn’t hold back her whimper of pleasure even as she said his name in protest.

  He merely squeezed harder, pushing her breasts together as he massaged the full flesh. His breath had quickened and for a few moments, Kate let herself savor the sensation of Gage’s hands on her; his lips pressing to the sensitive skin beneath her ear. The feelings made her tremble.

  “Do you know what it does to a man? To feel these beautifully heavy breasts in my palm…to inhale the sweet scent of cinnamon and rose oil in your hair…Your sensuous perfume…Unforgettable, comforting – and yet maddening all at once. I swore I would never feel this way…not for you, Kate. I never believed I could ever want you again. Like this – like I could rip your clothes off and fuck you where you stand. Just back you up against the wall, wrap your legs around me and…”

  He broke off with a harsh breath, his fingers suddenly hitching on her nipples. Clamping them both in his thumb and index finger, he pulled, making her moan out loud in sensual torment.

  “I want you to stay,” he said, a feral edge to his hardened tone. “I want your passion, your wet, tight heat. I want you to give yourself to me like the past five years never happened.”

  “But it did,” Kate said, her voice cracking with anger at herself and him as she brushed his hands away. She scooped her top together and whipped around to face him with glowering eyes. Ignoring the tingling ache in her breasts, that begged for his touch, his lips, she bit out, “I guess because you’re a rock star, gorgeous and available, I should automatically jump into your bed after five whole years? I told you many times before, Gage. This is just a job to me. I can’t…I can’t let it be anything more. Not when I know it could have been anyone. It’s not truly me you want; you just want a body to satisfy your needs tonight. I’ll be just another faceless lover, forgotten even before you woke up the next morning and find me gone.”

  “Same old Kate,” he said dryly, running a hand through his hair. “You just have to intellectualize everything. It isn’t enough for you to know that even after the way you left me…even with what happened between us, I still want you so badly I’m shaking.”

  Sighing harshly as if angry with the admission, he gritted out, “But you’re right; this is a bad idea. And far be it from me to force you or anyone into my bed.” He nodded briefly, then turned away and headed for the phone. “I’ll get the chauffeur to take you wherever you want to go.”

  Those words undid her and she didn’t want to go.

  9

  Gage’s back was turned to her and she drank in the picture of his sexy, broad frame and messy, soft hair. Her eyes lowered to his slender hips and manly ass hidden behind blue jeans. It caused an ache as strong and old as time that ripped through the juncture between her thighs. She took a step forward, and then another, as she saw him pick up the phone and thumb a few numbers.

  Her hand fell tentatively on his back, and she felt him stiffen.

  Gage twisted around to look into her eyes, and she heard his breath catch as he noted the invitation she could no longer conceal.

  With a low hungry growl, he tossed aside the phone and grabbed her into his arms. His lips captured hers in a demanding kiss that was filled with both anger and passion. His arms felt like steel bands around her waist as he lifted her off the ground and walked her backward, straight into the bedroom beyond.

  Kate gasped out loud as he suddenly tossed her onto the bed. Rising off of her back, she chewed on her lip as he started to tear off his clothes.

  “Strip, Kate. Now. Or I swear I’ll fuck you straight through those jeans,” Gage rasped.

  Fingers trembling, Kate quickly complied by unbuttoning and shoving her jeans down her legs. She saw his eyes blaze when he noticed her silky red panties and remembered that Gage had always loved the color.

  Had she subconsciously worn this particular pair in the hope that this would happen?

  It seemed far-fetched even for her but the lust-bitten Kate couldn’t rule out that possibility.

  She shrugged off her unbuttoned top and removed her bra. Now left in just her panties, she leaned back on her elbows and watched Gage kick out of his boxer briefs, leaving his lithe, sexy frame naked.

  Kate had never seen a man with a body so beautiful. Like it was lovingly carved from marble, his every muscle stood out in ripped perfection. His skin glowed in the golden lights from the lamps in the bedroom. There was symmetry in his ever line and the dark hairs dusting his lower belly led a tempting trail to his cock, which sprung thick and long with a slight upward curve that made her mouth water.

  He was soon pressing her down into the mattress with his welcome weight. His hands linked with hers and were pinned on either side of her head.

  “Let me taste of you again,” he growled with lips tangling against hers. “Like I’ve only done in my dreams. You’ve haunted me, Kate. Just when I think I’ve finally got you out of my mind…you come back. And once again you wish to bring me to my knees.”

  Kate tried to shake her head, only to gasp as he bit gently into her bottom lip. He ground into her with his lower body, and she felt the surging pulse of his cock against her inner thigh. Instinctively, she
pushed her legs further apart.

  “Yes,” he said on a groan, settling within her thighs. Plucking away from her lips, his mouth trekked its way down her throat to her breasts which were upturned and rounded by the way her arms were pinned up on either side of her.

  “Beautiful. So…beautiful,” he breathed against the swell of one breast, before running his tongue to trace the crinkling coin of her nipple. Kate gasped and arched against him. “Peaches…” he murmured, biting lustily into her flesh, before running the flat of his tongue over the same spot, “…And cream.”

  Kate could hear herself moaning, unable to stop while he journeyed further down to the gentle swell of her belly. His head was soon settled in the midst of her thighs and he inhaled deeply, a shuddering sigh escaping him.

  “Ambrosia must have been made of what lies within these pink, swollen petals,” Gage said, right before he began to feast upon her like a man possessed. Kate clawed at the sheets as his tongue slapped even more slickness unto her sodden folds. He sucked on her clit and tugged upon the lips of her vulva, groaning deep in his throat.

  “Let me make you come, baby,” he commanded, and Kate instinctively lowered her fingers to her wetness, parting her lips in the way she remembered so well how he liked.

  Her middle and index fingers formed a ‘v’, spreading her apart so that the pink, moist flesh glistened into sight.

  “So pink and perfect,” Gage groaned, as he lapped the soft, inviting tissues with his tongue. Kate’s pelvis bucked, her nerve endings coming to life with lightning quickness. His tongue jabbed deep inside her, bringing her arousal to a swelling, melting pitch. A warm current of lust wafted back and forth within her walls as Gage tongue-fucked her, plucking at her mound and flickering at her clitoris in turns. She was breathless from screeching.

  “Oh, Gage, you’re…oh God, that’s…” She babbled, feeling him tease her core with masterful enjoyment.

  “That’s it, baby,” he said hoarsely, running his tongue along her slit from top to bottom and then from side to side. “You taste so damn good. I want to drive you crazy with just my tongue.”

  “Yes, please…” Kate moaned, her hips undulating helplessly till he clamped her thighs with each hand, holding her down as he expertly sent the blade of ecstasy slicing her almost in half. She was screaming his name through gritted teeth as she suddenly came, spraying her juices of delight upon Gage’s waiting tongue. He groaned deeply in approval, lapping up every drop and making her spasms even more intensified, as his tongue never stopped dancing over her pleasure points.

  “You’re so damn beautiful,” he growled, nuzzling the softness of her sex with the lower half of his face. “You can be my drug, Kate. I wouldn’t mind getting strung out on you.” He gave her pink inner lips one last, lingering kiss before he straightened his frame over hers, seeking and finding her mouth.

  Still half-dazed by her monumental climax, Kate whimpered as her musky taste was injected into her from his lips and tongue. She sucked on his wetness, hearing his feral groan of pleasure and feeling an answering jolt of arousal tear into her. Already, she was on fire for him, again. After five years, they were now naked, together – in bed. And her body just couldn’t seem to get enough.

  “Do you want me, rock star?” she giggled breathily, her mouth open and sultry against his.

  His harsh breathing filled her ears like music. She remembered well how he liked her to talk dirty. Back then she’d been too shy, but now…she was a grown ass woman and she wasn’t the strait-laced Kate Preston he used to know. Not tonight, anyway.

  “Hell, yeah I do,” he groaned low and deep, burying his face in her throat and nicking her with his teeth before sucking hard on the same spot, making her squirm. “I could never resist you, Kate. You’re damn right I want you.”

  “I want you in my mouth,” she moaned, biting on her lower lip sensuously as her body rippled beneath his hard, heavy heat. “It’s my turn to taste you, Gage.”

  “Aw, Kate.” He groaned, but he was moving. Sliding up on his knees beside her, before cupping the back of her head and guiding it to where his cock reared proud and thick. He was swollen and heavy, the vein beneath his shaft was long and raised, pulsing beneath the finger she placed against it. Her eyes wide with awe, she licked her lips, not peeling her gaze from his carved crown with its purple tip and its slit gleaming with pre-cum.

  Kate loved his body; it was so fit and just like that of competitive swimmers’; narrow waist and strong, muscled thighs accompanied by perfect abs that felt incredible beneath her hands as she caressed them over his skin. Impulsive, incredibly aroused, Kate reached up to lick his chest, lingering close to his nipples and running her tongue around one before shifting to the other. She felt his fingers grip her hair and tug on the roots, making her whimper. She flicked the tip of her tongue over his copper-colored nub, making him groan deep in his throat. Then she pressed warm, soft kisses upon his perfectly ridged abs, and heard his sharp intake of breath as she travelled lower.

  Finally, she focused on the beautiful cock before her, her mouth just inches from its mushroom cap. He was so hard and hot in her hand as she circled his immense girth with her fingers. She couldn’t help but tell him how beautiful his cock was, and how much she wanted it filling her mouth to the brim – and then doing the same for her pussy.

  Her raunchy words made him groan and he wrapped her long red locks around his wrists, using the strands as handle bars to urge her lips even closer.

  Needing no further instruction, Kate opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to lick at him like a lollipop. His growl of approval spurred her on. Hungrily, she sucked on his cap, humming when she tasted drops of his manly essence. Saliva spilled from her wide-open lips, wetting his glans and whetting her appetite.

  Closing her eyes blissfully, she sucked him partway down, her lips snug around his width as her tongue worked wickedly within. Her other hand reached up and cupped his balls, stroking them into tight, swollen orbs while she tried to stuff more of his thickness down her throat.

  “Kate…ah, Kate. You naughty girl,” Gage gasped in delight as she began to bob back and forth, tugging on his turgid flesh with her slippery lips. Inch by inch, she insinuated her mouth further down his shaft till she was gagging from it. He was jabbing at her throat as he began a steady rhythm, the room filling with the noises of sucking and kissing.

  Gage gripped tightly to her hair, making her scalp tingle with agonizing pleasure. He used her mouth roughly, pumping into her cheeks with a sudden burst of intensity that had her almost gagging. And then he was pulling away from her mouth, giving her room to suck in air as his deep rumble of lust filled the air.

  “No more, baby; I’m going to come if we keep this up.” His voice was hardly recognizable, and he surprised her when he grabbed her ankles and drew her to the edge of the bed. She was caught between a gasp and a giggle as he positioned himself standing right between her legs, which he raised high to rest her foot on each shoulder. Exposed totally to him by this position, Kate could only throw her arms back and arc her spine off the bed in wanton submission.

  “Damn, Kate, you are so sexy,” Gage muttered, staring hard at her as her hair spilled out over the sheets, her body flushed with pink eagerness.

  “Take me, Gage.” Kate urged in a whispery tone, her eyes holding his for a time-warping moment. She watched as he fisted his thick long cock and lined in to her quivering slit. He brush-stroked the cap over her sex, causing the moistness to drip faster and more copiously. They both groaned.

  The lights in her eyes dimmed and there was a shaking in her limbs as Gage slid his length halfway into her snatch. Her wetness welcomed him with a smooth, purposeful entry that had them both gasping. He was big, lord he was so big. He filled her tightness to overflowing, making her yelp at the stretching sensation. Pleasure from pain…such a potent equation

  Kate’s fingers clenched tighter on the sheets and with a grunt, Gage suddenly slammed in to the hilt with a drillin
g force. Kate cried out in ecstasy.

  10

  Shooting from the pillows with a gasp, Kate came awake. Her whole body was shivering and there was a strange ache in her deepest womb. Blinking, she placed her hand against her belly as she went over that long, heated dream – one of many she’d been having lately.

  Fantasies of being taken by Gage had filled her every sleeping moment ever since that night, weeks ago. After their intense moment, he’d rung the chauffeur, whom Kate found waiting at the front of the hotel to take her home. Riding in the back of the limo, she’d closed her eyes and seen the image of Gage’s face; his slightly mocking smile as he’d said goodnight.

  “We could have made such beautiful music together,” he’d said. “Too bad we were much too good at saying goodbye…”

  Suddenly, she remembered that those were the lyrics to one of his hit songs. A song about heartbreak, despair and destruction. His music had always been so poignant yet strangely comforting. Because somehow, knowing that someone out there understood your pain and sang about it, made it seem like you were not alone.

  Kate felt the loneliest she’d ever been though, when driver took her farther away from Gage. It had been four a.m. when she finally let herself into her apartment. She peeled out of her clothes and padded into the bathroom, knowing a warm shower would help her sleep after such an eventful night. The concert, the backstage meet and greet, and finally the after party at the hotel bar and then up in Gage’s room. She thought of Gage’s stirring words of desire…I want you to stay. I want your heat, your passion…

  Kate shuddered beneath the warm spray, hugging her arms about her frame as she felt tears sting and mingle with the cascade falling down her face.

  ***

  Weeks later, Kate was faced with even more of a dilemma. She arrived at work to be told by her boss that there was “good news”.

  The article had been a success; that much Kate knew. It had felt anti-climatic when the issue had come out a week ago to rave reviews about her Gage Stevens feature. Her employers for one had been thrilled by the outcome.