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  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 firm tone. “I want your passion, your moist, hidden 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 and scooped her top together, whipping round 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 with. 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 drily, pushing his hands through his hair in that way that sent the long dark locks tumbling with even sexier disarray around his handsome face.

  “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 bad I’m shaking with it.”

  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.”

  * * *

  Kate didn’t want to go.

  Gage’s back was turned to her and she drank in the picture of his broad, tall frame with that gorgeous dark hair tumbling over his shoulders. His hips in those jeans and that tight, manly ass…an ache as strong and old as time ripped through the juncture in 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. He twisted around to look into her eyes, and she heard his breath catch as he noted the fiery invitation she could no longer conceal.

  With a low growl, he tossed aside the phone and grabbed her in his arms. His lips found hers in an eating, open-mouthed kiss filled with wet, hungry fire.

  He swore underneath his breath, his arms like steel bands around her waist as he lifted her off the ground and walked her backwards, straight into the bedroom beyond. Kate gasped out loud as he suddenly tossed her on the bed. Rising off her back, she bit on her lip as he started to rip 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 as he saw her silky red panties. Gage had always loved her wearing red silk. 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 next, tore off 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 gruffed 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 mouth, 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.

  “Spread yourself wide for me, baby,” he commanded, and Kate instinctively lowered her fingers to her cunt, parting her lips in the way she remembered so well how he liked.

  Her middle and index fingers formed a ‘v’, spreading her pussy 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 my goodness, 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. “Melt for me. I want to drive you crazy with just my tongue.”

  “Yes, please….yes,” 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.

  “Fucking fantastic,” 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 to fuck me, rock star?” she asked 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 gruffed, bu
rying 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. Damn right I want to fuck you.”

  “But first, I need you in my mouth,” she moaned, biting on her lower lip sensuously as her body rippled beneath his hard, heavy heat. “I want your big fat cock sliding in and out of my lips, Gage.”

  “Aw, fuck. 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 a competitive swimmer’s; all narrow waist and strong, muscled thighs. Perfect abs and pecs that felt good beneath her hands as she caressed them over his skin. Impulsive, incredibly aroused, Kate reached up to lick the skin of 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 face-fuck, the room filling with lewd noises of sucking and dribbling.

  Gage gripped tighter on her hair, making her scalp tingle with agonizing pleasure. He used her mouth roughly, throat-fucking her with a sudden burst of intensity that had her almost blacking out. And then he was pulling away from her mouth, giving her room to gasp in air as his deep rumble of lust filled the air.

  “No more torture, babe; you’ll have me exploding too soon.” 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 you are so fucking sexy,” Gage muttered, staring hard at her as her hair spilled out over the sheets, her body flushed with pink eagerness.

  “Take me, Gage. Rock my world,” 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 drilling force. Kate cried out in ecstasy…

  * * *

  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. 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, as the driver took her farther away from Gage. It was three 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.

  * * *

  Now, 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.

  “You wrote with such heart,” said Ursula, the editor-in-chief. “I could feel you two’s connection in every line. I’m glad now we took the decision to give you the interview. You showed more spunk and vibrancy in this one article than in all your other writing for this magazine combined. Which is the basis of why you’re getting this next assignment.”

  “What assignment?” Kate asked, already dreading what was coming. Turned out her every misgiving was correct.

  Now they wanted to force her into yet another awkward situation. She was to travel on tour with Gage, documenting the experience.

  Kate’s first, spurring instinct was to refuse the task – an option she knew she dared not attempt. For one thing, Ursula was taking the Gage Stevens matter very seriously – so seriously, that she was asking Kate to drop every other project and focus on getting ready for the tour commencing in a week’s time.

  “I’ve talked to Gage Stevens’ people and they’re totally down with the whole thing. They loved the article you did on their client and fully intend to give you – and in essence, our magazine, plenty of exclusive scoops. You can’t mess this up, Kate.”

  “The thing is…well, for personal reasons, I…”

  Ursula held her gaze shrewdly. “I think I know where you’re going Kate. I must ask you though how much you value your career.”

  Ursula sighed deeply. “For months now, we haven’t really been impressed with your productivity. This might be your big chance to finally prove yourself. Don�
��t blow it. Or else I’m afraid there might no longer be a place for you at Stardom. Just think of it as an exciting adventure that will be over before you even know it. This is a very competitive and unforgiving industry, Kate. You really don’t want to be messing up this far into your career. You understand that you have to do whatever it takes to make this Gage Stevens project a success?”

  “Yes, I understand,” Kate said, and it was like tumbling into a fish net. Whatever it takes…she understood that phrase quite well but had never had to actually be subjected to obeying it. Looked like she was about to face even more work-related as well as emotional challenges.

  Most tormenting of all was the thought of having to face Gage again considering how much he occupied her every free thought. In her dreams, he made love to her and brought her to a passionate surrender. His supple, beautiful guitarist’s hands played her fleshly strings with delicate ferocity.

  All her past memories of lying in his arms had intensified to sense-numbing clarity now that the years had turned full circle. How would she be able to stand being close to him in the next several weeks? Show after show, groupie galore, the drinking, the partying, and the wild sex? Kate knew all about such goings on, had glimpsed a fraction of such that one night when she’d met Gage again. And now she was going to have to go over it one more time….

  * * *

  If this is a dream, don’t freaking wake me up.

  Gage knew he was staring but for the life of him he couldn’t look away.

  Kate, in a skirt. Her long, stocking-clad legs elegantly stepping out of the limo that had picked her up and brought her to meet them where the tour bus was waiting.

  In broad daylight, her creamy complexion and dazzling red hair made her look stunning.

  Like a perfect cover model. Gage had dated them all: movie stars, Victoria Secret Angels, and international beauty queens. But Kate stood out for her lushness; her obvious cluelessness of what a package she brought to the table.