I stand back and undo my jeans. As I pull them off, along with my boxers and t-shirt, she shifts to a resting position on her elbows and watches me with appreciative eyes. I hold her gaze and murmur, “I think you should be in this position every night I come over.”

Raising her brows, she asks, “What, ready and waiting?”

I step back closer to the table and nod. “Yeah. Hell, I could get you ready on the phone while I drive over.”

She grins, liking that idea. “I’ll be waiting by the phone tomorrow. What girl wouldn’t like a bit of Jett Vaughn on the phone after a hard day’s work?”

I slide my hands under her ass and pull her to me. “So long as this girl wants that, I’ll be a happy man.”

She pushes up and sits in front of me, wrapping her legs around my body and linking them behind me. Leaning her hands back on the table behind her, she says, “Let’s hurry this along, Mr. Rockstar, I’m getting hungry for your food.”

Taking hold of her legs, I thrust in hard and fast. Her chest rises, her eyes close, and she lets out a breathy moan. My dick can hardly handle it; I’m so fucking hard after having my mouth on her pussy that I know this isn’t going to take long. I pull out and push in again, as far and as hard as I can.

Her pussy is tight, and it feels so fucking good.

I speed this shit up and a moment later, the only sounds to be heard are our bodies meeting every time I thrust, and the grunts as I chase my release.

“Fuck!” I yell as it hits. My breathing is all over the place and my mind is exploding with light. I pump cum into her as I drop my head against hers. My orgasm consumes me and I milk every last drop of pleasure I can before I finally open my eyes and search for her gaze.

She’s smiling at me, and shifts so she is leaning against me and can wrap her arms around my body. “I love you fucking me,” she says, surprising me. Not the words I was expecting, but I fucking love those words out of her mouth.

I pull out of her and press a kiss to her lips. “I love fucking you, too.”

She unwraps her legs and arms from me and pushes me gently. “I have to go to the bathroom, and then I can’t wait to taste this stroganoff you’ve raved about.”

While she’s in the bathroom, I pull my jeans and shirt back on, and head into the kitchen to wash my hands so I can cook dinner. I’m lost in my thoughts when she comes back out.

“So why are you so tense tonight?” she asks as she sits on the stool.

I frown. “Why do you say that?”

I didn’t realise I was wound so tight. “It’s the band. We’re going through a rough patch at the moment.”

“Yeah, I can sense that. You wanna talk about it?”

“How did I get so damn lucky?”

It’s her turn to frown. “What do you mean?”

“I love that you don’t push me to talk about shit. You seem to get that sometimes I just need to process stuff before I talk about it with you.”

Smiling, she nods. “I understand because I’m the same way.”

I begin chopping the mushrooms for the stroganoff. “The band has decided to record our next album now rather than taking a break first. I’m against that decision because I feel like we’re in a good place now with our career, and also financially, to take a break. We’ve got a strong fan base that will wait for an album but our label is pushing for it because all they see are dollar signs.”

“No, they seem set on it now so I’ve just gotta go with it.” I stop chopping for a moment and find her gaze. “You have no idea how happy I am to have found you. To have found someone who isn’t part of this industry and who isn’t dazed by the superficial bullshit. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job and wouldn’t change it for the world, but to know I’ve got you to come home to makes all the shit bearable.”

She holds my gaze and doesn’t say anything for a moment. Her voice is strangely quiet when she finally acknowledges what I’ve said. “I’m here for you and I could care less about that fake shit.”

Something seems off but I can’t pick what it is. “You okay?” I ask her because it feels like she just pulled away from me then.

The smile that forms on her lips should put me at ease but it doesn’t. Instead, it seems forced. But when she reaches out and takes hold of my hand and squeezes it, that gesture feels genuine. “I’m okay. I’m just thinking over what you said and I hate that you feel boxed in like this.”

My worry eases at her words. They were definitely honest.

Thank fuck, because although she’s only been in my life for a short time, I’m hooked.

“Did you tell him?” Erin asks as she settles in for coffee at my kitchen table.

I sigh and slump a little in my seat. “No.”

“He came over and cooked me dinner last night and was upset about stuff his band is doing at the moment. And then he said he was happy to have found someone who doesn’t work in his industry.” I stare at her. “So I could hardly tell him then, could I?” The knots in my stomach intensify as I discuss this with her. I know it’s stupid but I can’t help it.

Erin assesses me. “You’re stressed about this, aren’t you?”