Dangerous Rock: A Rock Star Romance (Dangerous Noise Book 3)

by Crystal Kaswell

  Almost.

  Almost.

  There.

  I tug at his hair as I come. I bite my tongue to mumble all the groans that fall off my lips. My thighs press into his cheeks tightly enough to suffocate him.

  All that tension in my core unwinds, sending waves of pleasure through me.

  "Fuck me." I tug at his hair to pull him up.

  He looks up at me, a dare in his green eyes. Or maybe that's the pride of accomplishment.

  Either way. I need him right now.

  "Joel, now. Please." I tug hard enough to hurt him, but it only makes him groan with ecstasy. "I need you inside me."

  "Fuck." He pushes himself up. "On your back."

  I lower myself onto my back.

  He pushes my dress farther up my waist. Then he's grabbing my hips and pulling my body towards his.

  He undoes the knot of his tie and tosses it aside.

  Then he's undoing the first few buttons of his shirt, undoing his belt, unzipping his slacks.

  He pushes his pants and his boxers to his knees.

  There he is, hard and ready for me.

  We're both pantless in this conference room.

  We shouldn't be fucking here.

  But I don't fucking care.

  "Now." My fingers curl around the side of the table as he plants his hands under my knees.

  He brings my legs to his torso, so I'm bent at ninety degrees, my ankles at his shoulders.

  He rocks his hips and his cock strains against me.

  Fuck, that feels good.

  I look up at him.

  He looks down at me.

  Satisfaction fills his green eyes as he thrusts inside me. His fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place. He pushes farther. Farther.

  There.

  I have all of him.

  It's intense.

  Intimate.

  So much more intimate than it's ever been.

  We're staying married.

  This really is forever.

  He really is my husband.

  He holds my gaze as he fills me with long, deep thrusts.

  He fucks me so hard the table shakes.

  I hold on tightly to the side, but I'm still bouncing with every thrust.

  This is loud.

  Someone is going to hear.

  Everyone is going to realize what we're doing.

  But I still don't fucking care.

  "Harder," I groan. I need more of him. All of him.

  He holds onto my hips, pulling my body towards his. His fingers dig into my flesh as he thrusts into me harder and faster. I still shake, the table still shakes, but his grip is tight.

  My body stays pressed against his.

  It's intense.

  Good intense.

  I let go of my last conscious thought. My hips rock in time with his. It pushes him deeper.

  Judging by the way he groans louder and breathes hard, it drives him out of his fucking mind.

  I match his movements.

  I stare into his gorgeous green eyes until I can't take it anymore. My lids press together. A groan falls off my lips.

  Words fall off my lips. "You feel so good, baby."

  He lets out a low, deep groan. "Fuck, Bella."

  He moves harder.

  Deeper.

  My fingers dig into the table.

  "Touch yourself," he groans. When I hesitate, he adds. "I've got you."

  I bring one hand to my clit and I stroke myself. Tension knots in my core.

  Fuck.

  "Joel," I groan.

  I force myself to look up into his eyes.

  God, the pleasure in his expression…

  I rub myself harder. I groan louder. I feel too good to care.

  With the next brush of my fingers, I'm there. My sex pulses as I come. It pulls him closer, takes him deeper.

  It sends bliss to every bit of my body.

  I feel good, relaxed, at peace.

  But I still need him there too.

  "Come inside me," I breathe.

  He thrusts a little harder. His fingers dig into my skin. Then it's the nails.

  Then he's shaking.

  His teeth sink into his lip.

  "Fuck," he groans.

  And he's there.

  His cock pulses as he comes inside me. I watch pleasure spread out through his body. His thighs shake. His brow knits then softens. He gets this dreamy look in his eyes.

  He leans down to plant a kiss on my lips.

  I kiss back hard and deep.

  He untangles our bodies, grabs tissues, helps me clean up, helps me into my clothes.

  His tie isn't knotted. My underwear is on inside out. His buttons are off. None of that matters right now.

  He motions to the door. "You ready for this?"

  It's not like before. His voice is bright. Happy.

  This time, I am. I nod. "Yeah."

  Joel slides his arm around me and he leads me out of the conference room.

  Mr. Lux and Mr. Shaw look at us knowingly. They don't seem upset or shocked. They don't move either. They stand there with that are you ready to go on look. Either they wear good poker faces or this isn't the first time a randy couple has decided on a pre-divorce fuck.

  "We're not going to get a divorce," Joel says.

  Mr. Shaw turns to me. "Ms. Chase, I can't recommend being swayed by—"

  "This is what I want."

  It really is.

  Epilogue

  Joel

  It's not until I step into the elevator that I actually consider the possibility of Alessandra's text being true.

  I have no time for your lovely dovey bullshit. We have real rock stars to deal with. Headliners. Not just opening acts with egos too big for their tour dates. If you steal my assistant, you'll feel it.

  She's always been a hard ass, but the don't fuck with my assistant thing is harder to gauge. Alessandra was never protective of her other assistants.

  With Bella…

  I absolutely believe she'll make me feel this.

  But I don't care.

  It's been three weeks since I've seen my wife.

  Two days since I've heard her voice.

  Fuck, I need her right now. My head is already filling with ideas. Ideas that are threatening to make this elevator ride incredibly fucking awkward for the suits riding with me.

  The door opens on five. An intern shoots me a nervous glance. He presses his lips together, no doubt reminding himself he's not supposed to gush over the talent.

  I've always loved showing up at our label. The crowd is a fun mix of starstuck interns and blasé execs. But now that Bella is on the ninth floor…

  I appreciate that the guy's a fan, but I don't have time for him to hold up the elevator.

  I nod to him.

  His jaw drops. He forces himself to step out of the elevator. Then he turns and watches the doors close. Well, he watches me. Not that I'm doing anything other than standing here.

  Down to two. They're both suits. They're both apathetic to me. They're both getting off on seven.

  They snicker to each other, no doubt mocking the intern, then they turn to me with apologetic glances.

  "Some people." The woman shakes her head. "It's been a while, Mr. Young. How are you?"

  She seems familiar, but I don't have any interest in small talk today.

  I offer her a hello nod. "I'm about to find my wife and fuck her in the conference room. I'm fantastic."

  She smiles and turns to her fellow suit. "What did I tell you about Alessandra?"

  "She speaks very highly of Ms. Chase," the guy suit says.

  "Ms. Chase is fucking amazing," I say.

  "Yes, there's a lot of talk of offering her a position in—"

  The lady suit clears her throat. "We shouldn't tell her husband that."

  The guy nods. "Always nice to see you, Mr. Young."

  I nod back.

  Finally, the elevator stops on their floor. They get off. And from the
way they're looking at each other, they're probably about to get off again.

  None of my concern.

  But hearing them gush over Bella…

  Fuck. Everyone else knows she's amazing.

  It makes me warm all over.

  It's been six months now. Bella started working as Alessandra's assistant just after we got back from our honeymoon. I knew Bella would be amazing, but I wasn't sure if she'd love the job. After all, music industry assistant is a far cry from lawyer to be.

  It's not the status she expected for herself.

  Or the money.

  Or the crowd.

  It's a different kind of work.

  But she's great at it.

  And she loves it.

  The elevator stops on the ninth floor. I check my phone again. There's that same teasing text from Alessandra.

  And that same picture message from Bella: a pair of crotchless panties and a quarter cup bra in black lace. Tragically, the lingerie is laid out on our bed instead of on her body.

  But that only gives my imagination more room to grow.

  Fuck, I'm going to grow right here and now if I don't put this thing away.

  I step onto the ninth floor. It's quiet today. It's always quiet in the afternoons when everyone heads to the coffee shop down the street for their caffeine and sugar fix.

  There's Alessandra's office, the curtains down, the door closed, the lights off.

  And there's Bella, sitting at her desk, talking into her headset. Her eyes catch mine. Her lips curl into a smile.

  Slowly, she stands.

  Fuck, I never get tired of seeing her in her work clothes. Her pink button-up shirt is tight around her tits. Her black pencil skirt hugs her hips in a way that calls for my hands. With the bun and the glasses and the hint of makeup, she has the professional good girl thing down, pat.

  But she's wearing her lingerie under that outfit.

  She's my angel.

  And my devil.

  I move closer.

  Her eyes stay on mine, but she continues talking into the phone. She holds up her finger one minute. Her smile spreads wider.

  She's enjoying teasing me.

  "I'm sorry, sir, but Alessandra has demands. I wish I could talk her down, but I can't. It's eighty percent of the door or nothing." She presses her headset to her ear. Her eyes go to her computer. Then they're back on mine.

  "What's he saying?" I whisper.

  She shoots me a thumbs up.

  She's fucking good at her job.

  I almost want to watch her do her thing.

  Okay, that's bullshit.

  I want to make her come several times.

  "Fax it over and we'll sign right away. Thank you." She ends the call and tosses her headphone on her desk.

  She practically leaps into my arms.

  "It's been too long," she murmurs.

  I look up at her. Fuck, those brown eyes of hers are beautiful. And they're filled with that mix of affection and desire.

  This was our first tour together.

  Our first time dealing with the long separations.

  I finally understand why Ethan and Kit are so annoying all the time. It's hell being away from her. But the reunions are almost sweet enough to make up for it.

  "Alessandra threatened to make my life hell if I stole her assistant." I set Bella on the ground. My hand goes to the back of her head. I undo her bun and watch her hair fall over her cheeks.

  "She's at a meeting for the rest of the day."

  "Good." I lean in to press my lips to hers. God, the taste of her lips. Honey, tea, and Bella.

  She pulls back with a needy sigh. "You don't care about Alessandra's threats."

  "I don't." I run my fingers through her hair. "But you do."

  She presses her lips together. "Maybe."

  "Maybe?" I laugh. "That's the worst lie I've ever heard."

  "Maybe." She tries to hold a poker face, but it only lasts a hot second. "Okay. A lot. I like this job."

  "You love this job."

  She nods. "I love you." She rises to her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine.

  Her kiss is hungry.

  Fuck, I'm hungry for her.

  I can't believe how good it feels, knowing I'm back. Knowing we have another few months before we have to deal with the off/on of touring again.

  For three months, I'm all hers.

  And she's all mine.

  Fuck. I need her. Now.

  I slide my hands to her lush ass and pull her body into mine. We're in plain view of a dozen offices and desks. At least half a dozen people are here. I'm sure they're all watching.

  But I don't care.

  Nothing is going to stop me from reuniting with my wife properly.

  "Joel…" It's a plea as much as it's a warning. "Not here."

  I motion to the empty conference room down the hall.

  She doesn't hesitate. Her eyes light up as her teeth sink into her lip.

  She takes my hand and leads me down the hall.

  It must be two dozen steps. That feels like a thousand miles.

  She pulls me into the room, locks the door, lowers the curtains.

  "Sit on the table," I say.

  She slides onto the table and spreads her legs. Her eyes fix on mine. Her hands go to the hem of her skirt. "I missed you so much, Joel."

  "I missed you more."

  "Not possible." She tugs her skirt up her thigh. Her eyes go to the ground. Her cheeks flush.

  "It kills me to say this, but we can wait until we get home."

  "I can't."

  Thank fuck.

  "That's not it. I… um…" She pulls her skirt up another few inches. "I have to show you something."

  "Fuck yes."

  "Not that. Well… that. But this first." She slides off the table, turns around, and motions to the zipper of her pencil skirt. "Undo that for me."

  I place my body behind hers. She groans as my hard-on brushes against her ass.

  All these clothes in the way.

  They need to be gone.

  But I need to torture her too.

  I slide my hands over her hips and hold her body against mine. She purrs as I bring my lips to her neck.

  I plant soft kisses along her skin.

  Then hard ones.

  Then I'm sucking on her earlobe.

  She grinds her ass against my crotch. "Joel… I… I'm going to lose my nerve."

  And I'm going to lose my ability to form coherent sentences.

  I don't mind. But this is clearly important to her.

  I drag my hands over the edge of her skirt then I pull down her zipper.

  She looks back to me. "Tell me you like it." She pushes her skirt and panties off her hip in one smooth motion.

  There's the soft skin of her lower back. Her side.

  Her hip.

  And there's my name, curving over her hip. Joel in some fancy black script. There are hearts around it, red ones.

  It's girly as fuck.

  It's perfect.

  She turns so we're face to face. "Joel…"

  Her tattoo is on the opposite hip as mine. Right now, with us face to face, our ink is aligned.

  Fuck, it's romantic.

  "You haven't said anything." She tugs at my t-shirt. Her expression is uncertain. Right now, I have the power to crush her heart into a million little pieces.

  I won't.

  I couldn't.

  I'd die first.

  Besides— "I fucking love it."

  "Yeah?"

  I nod. "When did you get it?"

  "Last week." She presses her palm against my chest. Her voice is still soft. Vulnerable. "You swear you love it?"

  "Cross my heart and hope to die." I push her skirt to her knees, so it's out of the way.

  That's my name on her skin.

  Forever.

  This is as permanent as it gets.

  My fingers trace the lines of her ink again and again. "It's fucking perfect, angel."


  Her expression fills with relief. "Really?"

  "Fuck yes." I drag my hands to her blouse then get to work on the buttons. "Did that hurt?"

  She nods. "Terribly." She slides her hand under my t-shirt. Her fingers curl into my skin. "But it was worth it."

  "I love you."

  "I love you too." She brings one hand to the back of my head and pulls me into a deep kiss.

  Fuck, I need her.

  My tongue claims her mouth. My fingers do away with her buttons. I push her blouse off her shoulders.

  Bella shrugs it all the way to her hands then it flutters to the ground.

  There's my wife, in that quarter-cup bra and those crotchless panties and her work pumps.

  "Fuck, Bella…"

  "I missed you so badly." She pulls my t-shirt over my head. Her eyes fix on mine as she rakes her hand over my chest.

  My stomach.

  She undoes the button of my jeans.

  Then she's pushing them off my hips.

  Bella lowers herself onto her knees. She looks up at me as she pulls my boxers to my feet. As she wraps her hand around my cock.

  As she takes me into her mouth.

  It's been too long. The sensation of her soft, wet mouth has my nerves in overdrive.

  One hand digs into her hair, guiding her.

  The other reaches down to play with her nipple. She groans as my fingers find the tender bud. I rub her harder.

  She works me harder.

  I tug at her hair.

  She groans against my cock, working me harder, taking me deeper.

  Fuck, the way she's looking at me like she needs me coming in her mouth…

  Any other day, I'd scream fuck yes from the mountaintops.

  Today, I need to be inside her.

  I tug at her hair to hold her head in place. She grunts with an equal mix of pleasure and pain.

  Fuck, that sound is tempting.

  But nothing is stopping this.

  "On the table," I groan.

  "You too." She climbs onto the conference table and scoots to the middle. Her eyes are on fire, this mix of confidence and pure need. "I need to feel your body against mine as I come." She slides her index and middle fingers into her mouth, wets them, and drags them down her torso. "I need to look you in the eyes as I scream your name."

  Fuck. "Bella…"

  She holds my gaze as she spreads her legs and brings her fingers to her clit.

  Her eyelids flutter closed.

  Her lips part with a sigh of pleasure.

  She looks fucking beautiful wrecked with pleasure.

  I watch her touch herself until she's at the edge. She's shaking and panting and groaning my name.