by Casey, Ember
“Well?” Molly says, jabbing a finger toward the door. “What the hell are you waiting for? Go after her!”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. In two strides I’m across the room and out the door, sprinting toward the elevator. When I reach it, I jab the down button. Sophia couldn’t have gotten far.
All this for some chick you just met, I think, impatiently watching the progress of the elevator on the little electronic screen above the doors. And you get on Rider’s case for thinking too much with his cock.
Either way, my cock has spoken. I’m not letting this thing end before it’s even started. At least not like this.
The elevator still hasn’t come, and fuck it if I’m going to wait here all day while Sophia gets away. I turn and sprint back down the hall to the stairwell at the opposite end.
I’m halfway down the first flight when I hear the footsteps on the stairs below me. Leaning over the rail, I look down the stairwell to the floors below. Whoever’s below me is moving fast, practically running down the stairs. And I don’t even have to see her to know exactly who it is.
“Sophia!” I call down to her. “Wait!”
I hurry after her, taking the steps two at a time. With my luck I’ll probably face-plant and break my nose, but every rock star can benefit from a sexy scar or two. And I’m not about to let this chick get away.
She doesn’t stop, even though I keep calling her. Three flights down, though, I’m close enough to see her back. Another flight and I’ve nearly caught her.
When she reaches the next landing, she suddenly stops, spinning around so fast that I almost run right into her.
“You just can’t take a hint, can you?” she says, crossing her arms.
Catching my breath, I manage a smile. “I’m persistent. That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”
“Depends on who you ask.”
“I’m asking you.”
She rolls her eyes, obviously exasperated, but I’d swear there’s still the hint of a smile on her lips.
“Are you really willing to walk away from this?” I ask her.
“What’s ‘this’?” she asks, gesturing between us. “We just met. There’s nothing here.”
I shrug. “Then I guess there’s nothing to lose if I do this.”
Before she can respond, I close the distance between us, grabbing her and pulling her toward me. My lips come down on hers.
Her gasp of surprise is swallowed. As I tighten my arms around her, she leans into my body, letting me hold her closer. Her lips open, allowing me to slide my tongue between them. Heat flares between us, driving every other thought from my mind.
Twisting, I push her against the wall of the stairwell. It’s the third time I’ve had her up against the wall today, but this time there’s no one to cockblock me.
Sophia seems to realize it, too. As I press her back against the bricks behind her, she slides her hands beneath my shirt, running her hands up my back. The touch of her fingers sends shocks across my skin, and I grind my hips against her, my cock hard and ready for more.
Forget my apartment or her hotel. I’m going to fuck her right here, right now.
She writhes against me, and I grab her shirt and rip it open. Another button goes flying—she’ll be lucky if there’s a single one left by the time I’m done with her. Her bra is exposed—a thin, lacy thing that barely covers the soft mounds of her breasts. It unhooks in the front, and with one jerk of my thumb I have the damn thing undone, hanging open like her shirt. Her breasts come free, and I take one in either hand, letting them fill my palms. What a shame to hide these beautiful curves under clothes.
I move my face to her hair, then down across her ear to the side of her neck. Her fingers dig into my lower back, and I blow gently across her skin. Goosebumps pop up along the side of her throat.
“This…is a bad idea…” she says raggedly.
“Probably,” I murmur against her throat. I knew it was a bad idea the moment I realized I couldn’t let her walk away from me—any woman who holds this much power over my cock is bad news. But right now, I don’t care.
Her hips press against mine, rubbing against my crotch, and I groan. She could order me to do just about anything right now and I’d obey her—as long as she promised to let me give her a few orders of my own.
“A…bad…idea…” she repeats, even softer this time.
I flick my tongue along her throat. “Are you asking me to stop?”
In response, she releases my back. Disappointment hits me like a kick to the gut, but it doesn’t last long—within seconds Sophia is wrestling with my belt. She unhooks it and then undoes the fly to my jeans.
I guess that answers that. Far be it from me to refuse that sort of signal.
I lift my head and take her mouth again, biting down on her lip as I grab her skirt and yank it up over her hips. As she pushes my jeans down my thighs, I reach between her legs and find her panties, which are even wetter than they were before. I grab the lacy hem and give it a sharp tug. I hear the lace rip, but neither of us even pauses as I pull them down her hips.
I’ve had plenty of hot women before. Women who I couldn’t wait to get into bed. But rarely do I feel this desperate. Rarely does this part come with such urgency, like I’ll implode if I’m not inside her soon. I want to rip all of her clothes off her, shred them so there’s not even a sliver of fabric left to stand between us.
Her underwear falls down her legs. I grab one of her thighs and lift it, hooking it around my hip and pressing myself against her. I could be inside of her in an instant if I wanted.
Some voice of reason in the back of my mind makes me hesitate, though. With a growl of impatience at myself, I release her leg and bend over, fumbling for the pocket of my jeans. When I find my wallet, I yank it out, flip it open, and pull out the condom I have stashed there. I never go anywhere without one—not after I learned that there are some crazy women out there who think getting knocked up by a celebrity will solve all of their problems.
I tear open the package with my teeth, then move to slide the condom down my length. That’s when Sophia’s hand closes over mine, and before I can ask what she’s doing, she slides it on for me, rolling it all the way down my cock. Just the feeling of her fingers on me nearly makes me lose control.
The moment her hand reaches my base, I attack her, my mouth closing over hers. She’s pushed against the wall, and I grab her leg and hook it around me again, sliding between her thighs.
And then, finally, after what feels like an eternity, I’m finally inside her.
Sophia
I’ve never wanted a man like this. He keeps one hand hooked under my leg, helping me keep my balance, while the other roams over my body.
We can’t seem to get enough of each other. My hands slide under his shirt, up his back, and my nails dig into his skin as he thrusts into me again and again.
His lips find my neck, and he nips at my skin, surely leaving a mark. But I can’t seem to think about the consequences of what we’re doing—all I want is more. I rock my hips into him as much as I can given our current position, and he rewards me by sliding his hand from the back of my thigh to my ass.
I’m so close to the edge, but the angle isn’t right. Still, I can’t help but want more of him.
He seems to sense my frustration, gliding his other hand to my ass, pulling me as close to him as possible. It’s only a moment later that his hand slides around to my front, and even though I hate not feeling all of him inside me, I know what he means to do.
His thumb flicks against my clit, and my legs tightens around him. It’s only a moment later that I lose control. His mouth crashes against mine, swallowing my cries of bliss, and it’s only another second before he finds his own end, pulsing into me with a groan.
We stand tangled together against the wall for an eternity, catching our breaths. He finally turns, and I take a moment to straighten my clothing and rehook my bra. My panties are torn and lying on the ground, and I pic
k them up, shoving them into my bag.
My phone lights up again—another message from my brother. I can’t imagine how he’d react if he knew what I’d just done. I’ve never been quite a good girl, per se, but I’ve also never done anything quite this reckless.
“Well,” I say to Pax’s back. “That was…fun.”
He finishes what he’s doing and turns to me, an eyebrow arched. “Fun?”
“Yes.” I manage to give him a small smile. “Fun.”
His gaze drops to my very exposed chest. “I’d say that was a little more than just fun. That was—”
“Good. It was good. But…” I motion toward the door next to us. I’m not even sure what floor we’re on, but I know I need to get out of here before this gets any more out of hand. “I really should be going.”
He shakes his head. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“You do this all the time.” I give him another smile. “Surely—”
“I do not do this all the time.” His brows furrow. “I don’t think I’ve ever—”
“Really? You’re going to tell me you didn’t have a woman in your bed last night?”
Judging by the way he flinches, I know I’ve hit a delicate subject.
I smile. “That’s what I thought. And what is it you told that young woman this morning?”
His mouth falls open for a second. “What do you mean?”
“When you were tired of her—when you wanted her to leave. What did you say to her?”
“I…” He shakes his head. “What the hell does that have to do with anything?”
“I’m just curious.” I glance down at my chest where his gaze seems to be stuck. “I just want to know what you say to them.”
“Them…” He shakes his head again. “You make it sound like there are a lot.”
I shrug. “Aren’t there? Not that I care. I just want to know what you told her this morning.”
“I…” He frowns. “I told her I was taking a shower and…and when I got out, I told her that it was fun.”
“Ah.” I can’t help but grin at him again. “I suspected as much. And this…” I motion between the two of us. “This has been fun. But I really should be going.”
“You can’t…” He lets out a sharp breath. “You should at least let me give you a shirt or something. You can’t go out like that.”
I glance down at my chest again. My blouse is missing buttons down to my abdomen, revealing my bra. I look back up at him. “I don’t think it will be a big deal. If someone in the media snaps a photo of me tonight, everyone will be wearing their tops like this by next week.”
He presses his lips into a line. “Just come back upstairs with me. I can at least give you a ride—”
“I’ve already had my ride, thank you.” Even as I say the words, my body is beginning to beg for more. I don’t think I took a moment to enjoy how he felt inside me—our joining was almost like desperation, the way a thirsty person in the desert would drink from a well. It was greedy, messy…desperate.
It might be fun to spend an entire night with him, enjoying him just for the sake of it. But as my phone buzzes again in my bag, I know I’ve already caused enough trouble for myself. Besides, this little tryst will not end well. If I spend a night, I’ll only want another. And Pax is not the sort of man to want to give more of himself to anyone, least of all to me.
His lips turn into the slightest of smiles. “That was only a taste. If you think you’ve had your ride, you’re sadly mistaken. That…that was great. But not even close to what I can give you.”
“And as…amazing as that sounds, I think I must pass.”
He takes a step toward me, and already he’s too close. The smell of him intoxicates me instantly, almost like he’s a drug that’s been designed just for me. My knees almost buckle when he takes another step, pressing his hand against the wall near my head as he leans so close to me our lips are almost touching. “I don’t think you really want to do that.”
I’m trembling now. What I really want is to feel him inside me again. To feel his skin against mine. To taste every inch of him…
What am I doing? I suck in a breath and duck under his arm as I reach for the door.
He grabs my hand, pulling me back into his arms. He untucks my blouse, sliding his hands up my back. “Tell me you don’t want me again. Look me in the eyes and say it.”
I look up to meet his gaze. “I…” Think, Sophia. Think with your head… “I don’t.”
He grins as his hand slides to my ass, pulling me so close I can feel he’s already hard again. “I don’t believe you.”
I think I might kiss him again, let him have me a second time here in the stairwell, but my phone buzzes again, breaking me out of my daze.
I pull out of his arms, backing slowly toward the door. “I…I can’t. I really…” My phone buzzes again. “I really can’t.”
And before I can change my mind, I pull the door open and walk out.
Pax
I’m not used to being the one doing the chasing. It’s annoying having to work so hard, especially when I know this is as incredible for her as it is for me. Still, I have to admit this game of cat and mouse makes everything even more exciting.
I burst through the door after her, doing up my belt again with one hand. She’s already disappearing through the door to the stairwell at the other end of the hallway—if I want to catch her, I’m going to have to move fast.
When I make it to the opposite stairwell, she’s already most of the way down to the next level. I lean over the rail.
“At least give me your number,” I call after her. “Or let me give you mine, for when you change your mind later tonight.”
She pauses at the next landing, leaning over and looking up at me.
“You have a very high opinion of yourself, don’t you?” she calls up.
I grin. “I’m just very good at telling when a woman wants me.” I prop my elbows on the rail. “What’s the real reason you’re running away? Afraid your dad will have my balls?”
“My father has nothing to do with this. I make my own decisions.”
“I’m sure you do,” I say casually, enjoying myself. “But you’re still worried about what will happen if you keep hooking up with a notorious womanizing rock star. I can’t imagine the old chap’s going to be very happy about that. Tell me—should I be worried? Will he have me arrested and thrown in the dungeon if he finds out what we’ve just done?”
“Get over yourself,” Sophia says. “This has been fun, really it has, but I’ve got places to be. Have a nice life, Pax. I wish you all the luck with your new album.” She pulls away from the rail, disappearing from view again.
“Sophia, wait!” I call after her. But I can already hear the door opening below. She’s escaping.
I take the stairs two at a time.
By the time I reach the ground floor, she’s gone. I sprint through the lobby, looking around in every direction, but there are only a handful of people here and none of them are Sophia. I consider asking the concierge if he’s seen her, but there’s no need. I sprint to the door and head out onto the street.
There aren’t many people out here, not at this hour. I’m not exactly in a walkable part of town. Still, I don’t see Sophia anywhere.
I turn to the doorman.
“A woman just came out here—she’s petite, with dark hair…”
“Yes, sir. I just helped her into a cab, sir.”
Fuck. I run my hand through my hair. “Did you happen to hear where she was going? A hotel name or something?”
“No, sir. I apologize.”
And just like that, she’s gone from my life. After everything we experienced today, it feels oddly surreal to have her slip through my fingers so easily. My body is still warm from our encounter, and the sweat on my back and chest suddenly feels cool out here. I haven’t even done up my damn fly yet.
And she’s gone.
I’m not done with you, Sophia, I think
, watching the passing cars. Not nearly done.
I’ll just have to use my resources to find her again. Contact Celebrity Spark and get them to give me her number. Or, if they don’t have it, get them to put me in touch with that other woman…Victoria or whatever her name was. One way or another, I’m going to find her.
With a sigh, I turn around to head back inside. I’m right at the door when my foot hits something. I look down.
It’s a cell phone. Someone obviously dropped it on the way in or out. As I bend over to pick it up, it buzzes. Someone’s calling.
A name flashes on the screen—Andrew. Just Andrew. No last name. The number looks international.
Didn’t Molly just tell me that was the name of one of Sophia’s brothers? The one who recently married Victoria, if I’m remembering correctly.
My thumb hovers over the screen as I debate whether or not to answer the call. Maybe fate’s on my side. If this is Sophia’s phone, then I have every chance to see her again.
Before I can make a decision, though, the call ends. The option to answer it disappears, replaced by a lock screen asking for a four-digit pin number.
Fuck. Lost my chance. Still, I keep my eyes on the screen as I head back inside. This might not be Sophia’s phone at all. After all, Andrew is a pretty popular name. This could belong to anyone.
Next time, I’m picking up. No matter who’s calling. If this phone ends up belonging to a stranger, then they’ll just get a good story about how a rock star found their cell phone. No harm done.
I take the elevator back up to my apartment, still holding the phone in my hand. I wonder if I could crack the password. I’m not exactly a hacking genius, but I might be able to guess the code. Sophia’s a princess—that means things like her birthday are probably public record.
When I get inside, I whip out my own phone and search for information on Sophia, ready to do some research.
There’s a note from Molly on the table, telling me not to be an idiot and reminding me of our mom’s birthday dinner in two weeks. She signed it with a googly-eyed smiley face. I grin and push it aside. I owe Molly a call and an apology later, but right now, I’m going to break into this phone.
