“Jesus fucking Christ, woman, I’m going to bang you so fucking hard you might not be able to speak for the rest of the day.” He positions his cock at my entrance and I try to push myself even further against him so I can force it in, but he’s teasing me and pulls away at the last moment.

“I’m game if you are,” I practically beg him. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Mr. Rockstar.”

His hungry eyes are all over me and it’s like a switch is flipped and he can’t hold back any longer. He thrusts in and my eyes roll back in my head. He wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to fuck me hard. Hard is what I just got. And I’m in fucking heaven.

I hold on for dear life while he thrusts in and out. I’m not usually a huge fan of sex on the vanity but today I’m a convert. In fact, he’s fucking me so well, I may beg for vanity sex every damn time from now on.

We don’t last long and a few minutes later, he thrusts hard one last time and comes. I follow closely and almost go limp from the pleasure. I’ve never been able to get off as easily as I can with Jett, and it’s never been this good for me, either. I let the waves of pleasure flow through me and slowly come to. When I open my eyes, he’s watching me in a way that says he loved that as much as I did.

“Yeah.” I smile at him as he pulls out and helps me down. “Maybe we should spend a day apart every now and then. That was some good sex.”

Shaking his head at me, he mutters, “I’m not fucking keen. I’ll be sure to remember to do that more often to keep you happy.” He takes the few steps to the shower and turns it back on.

I follow him into the shower. “I’m thinking that’d be a good way to start every day.”

“Now that I’d agree to,” he says with a grin and grabs the soap to clean me.

A minute later, I know this is going to be a long shower.

My man’s happy to see me.

We emerge from the hotel room just after three that afternoon and head down to the bar for a drink and something to eat. When we arrive there, we run into Tom who seems taken aback to see me.

“I didn’t realise you were coming over?” he says, his tone a little cool.

Jett squeezes my hand and says, “Neither did I.”

I’m sensing some animosity from him and decide to clear this up now because the last thing I want is to cause a problem with Jett’s manager. “You don’t like that I’m here?”

Tom’s brows rise. “I have my misgivings but possibly at this point in the shitfight we’re in, it’s better to have you here than not.”

I’m impressed with his honesty; I prefer people to be straight up with me. “Good, because I’m not going anywhere.”

“Fair enough,” he says and shifts his gaze to Jett. “I’ve lined up an interview and photo session tomorrow for nine in the morning. You good with that?”

Jett nods and Tom leaves us alone. I watch him go and then ask, “Is he like that with everyone or is it just me he doesn’t like?” Up until this point, I haven’t had a lot to do with Tom and he’s always been pleasant enough to me so this is a whole other side to him.

“He’s pretty stressed at the moment with everything that’s going on, and, to be honest, he’s the most upset with me so by default that’s you, too. He’ll get over it.”

We find a table and order some burgers and drinks, and while we wait for them to come, Jett asks, “How long are you able to stay?”

“I told you, for however long you need me.”

“And if we’re still here in say, three weeks, are you good with that?”

I lean across the table and brush my lips across his. “Yes, I’m good with that.”

A smile spreads across his face. “I don’t think we’ll be here for three weeks, but you never know.”

“For the record, I’m glad you punched that reporter.”

His smile turns into a laugh. “I am, too, but I don’t think anyone else is.”

“Have you heard whether he’s going to press charges?” That thought has been kicking around in the back of my mind and I hate to voice it but I need to know.

“No, he’s not. Tom contacted him, and we’ve made a cash settlement with him.”

“I just forget stuff like that happens. It’s not the world I live in anymore.”

“Not really at all. When he was home, we were just like any couple hanging out and stuff. And when he was away, we kept in touch every day but he never really shared a lot about the tour or anything.” He looks surprised and I elaborate, “You know his band is nowhere near as successful as yours so that meant we were able to go places and do things without him being recognised very much. And back then I was working a lot, so there were often times when he was off the road and I was away.”

He still seems surprised. “What about dealing with the fans he did have? Were you involved in much of that? And how did you cope with the groupies?”

“Are you trying to work out how I’m going to cope with your groupies, Mr. Vaughn?”

Chuckling, he shakes his head. “No, but that does concern me.”