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No way could she
keep her hands off him if they were both naked. She was having a hard enough
time as it was. Against her leg, his cock hardened, and he pressed it against
her. His lids dropped, and he cupped her knee with his other hand.

Sin clenched her
fingers tighter. If he got her knees apart, she was probably a goner. “I’ll
play, but on one condition.”

His hand rolled
over hers and up her other thigh, caressing the dark cleavage where she was
squeezing her thighs together.
“Anything.”

“No touching.”

He traced the far
side of her skirt, finger barely slipping beneath the fabric. The warm hand
buried beneath her skirt gripped tighter, nearly sending a surge of wetness
into her hot panties. No one affected her quite like Tate. He was so manly—and
yet his artistic side was what appealed to her soul more than anything. She’d
caught his very first gig a thousand years ago when they’d both been starting
out . . . no way he even remembered that . . . but she’d known from that first
moment that he was due for stardom.

And now the star
had his hands full of her ass, and she desperately wanted to reciprocate.
Tate’s finger worked back toward her knee, pressing into the space between her
thighs and asking her to part them, but she stayed firm.

Like the
thickness pressing against her that she wanted to rub against like an
attention-starved cat.

“You’re too hot
for me to be able to pull that off.”

A
warmth
crept up Sin’s
neck. He said that to everyone, but the line was so well-rehearsed it sounded
genuine. She didn’t get a lot of guys calling her hot, even though she knew she
was. Sometimes it was nice to hear it aloud from someone other than her
reflection.

He bent over and
kissed the top of her knee. “I can try. That’s the best I can do.”

She fisted her
hands to keep them out of the wet spikes just inches away. The “no touching”
was as much for her as it was for him. If she got her hands on him, there was
no way she’d want to stop.

“Can we at least
go sit in the living room?” His tongue darted out to lick the curve of her
thigh. “
Mmm
.
Nevermind
,
let’s stay right here where you’re at the perfect height for a late night
snack.”

Sin’s laugh
sounded strained, and she eased herself off the counter.
“Living
room.”

He pretended to
look defeated, and Sin pretended not to be charmed. She followed him into the
other room, wishing he was wearing more than a flimsy towel. “How about some
wine?”

Sin settled into
the corner of the couch and
paused
her tape recorder.
“Please.” She couldn’t stop watching his graceful movements. Every step was a
ballet of movement. It was the one thing he’d never lost since that first
night, this ability to move with the harmony of either the constant music in
his head or the symphony of the earth. She’d seen it a few times in musicians
and it fascinated her. They never seemed to be able to turn their musicality
off, and she admired their willingness to devote their entire lives to
something that seemed to consume their entire soul.

During Tate’s
rise to stardom, she’d always expected him to lose it, but it had remained,
there during concerts or the occasional behind the scenes non-interview. And
tonight, as he poured a glass of wine while wearing nothing but a towel. Her
nipples tightened painfully, and she tried to ignore the clenching of her sex.

She drew her
lower lip into her mouth and chewed off the last bits of lipstick. He was
insanely sexy, and she wanted him so bad it nearly stripped away her ability to
think up interview questions. She dug in her purse and pulled out her tiny
notebook where she’d scratched out the top ten questions she’d pulled together
to ask him.

He returned with
two glasses of wine and extended one to her. “Here’s a freebie for you. I never
drink wine in public, but it’s my drink of choice.”

She smiled and
took the glass,
clinking
the tip of hers to his. “Do
you want me to keep that a secret?”

He shrugged and
tilted the wineglass up. “I have a feeling that question will be the least of
what you’re going to make me reveal.”

A tone of defeat
colored his words and she cocked her head. “Giving up so early?”

He took another
sip and leaned over her to set his glass on the table beside her elbow. Sin
inhaled the rich scent of him, making her sex throb with need. Her pulse
skittered, and she pressed her thighs together tightly. His fingertips trailed
from the wineglass to the couch arm, across her lap, and up her arm. “Finish
your wine before
I
get back, will you?”

She smiled into
those dimpled cheeks and tried to keep her composure.
“Maybe.”

He cradled her
face and brushed his lips against her forehead. Sin was going to die right here
on the couch. There was
a vibrancy
about Tate that
made her want to step into the electrical charge that seemed to continually
surround him. She was drawn to him like a magnet and if she didn’t figure out
how to resist his pull, the entire point of this interview was going to be
defeated the moment he got her naked.

Which
wasn’t going to be long if he kept plying her with alcohol and touching like
that.
She absently
sipped her drink and by the time he came back in low-slung sweat pants and a
fitted T-shirt, she’d nearly done as commanded and finished the entire glass.
He brought the bottle over and topped off both their glasses, then set the
bottle on the table and dragged an ottoman over. Perching on it, he draped his
knees on either side of hers, and rested his fingers within inches of her skin.

His piercing blue
gaze teased her.
“First question.”

Sin licked her
lips and glanced at her notepad—not to remind herself of the question, but to
buy a second of composure. “Tell me about a time when you wanted to quit.”

“Never
had one.
Take off
your bra.”

A loud bark of
laughter jumped out of Sin. “That’s not how you play.”

He lifted an
eyebrow. “Oh? I thought we were making up the rules as we go along.”

She shook her
head in mirth. “No.”

His hands
widened, fingers expanding before they slide up each side of Sin’s thighs. They
were dark and tanned in contrast to her white
pillowy
flesh. Wetness pooled as her insides clenched at the thought of those fingers
being inside her. And now he was asking her to start stripping. He could not
get any sexier than this moment. With a wicked smile, Sin lifted a foot and
nestled a six-inch heel against his semi-hard cock. “We’ll start with one
shoe.” She lowered her lashes. “I have a lot of questions.”

Without a
complaint, he cradled her shoe and lifted it higher onto his chest until the
spike indented the flesh above his nipple. There was no way to keep from giving
him a shot of her wet panties, so she let her thighs part. His nostrils flared,
and he kissed her anklebone,
then
slid the shoe off
her foot.

For a moment, Sin
felt more like Cinderella than the girl with the devilish name. But then he
raked his rough beard against her sole and laughed and she was glad to be a
woman who’d been around the block instead of the sheltered princess who
wouldn’t have known a prince from a thief.

His gaze drifted
back to her shadowed pussy, and his tongue darted out to press against the
center indention of his upper lip. A rush of sparklers raced up Sin’s back and
she was wet for him again.

He grinned and
lowered her foot slowly, nestling it back between his thighs until she could
feel the weight and warmth of his testicles against her toes.

Sin inhaled and
tried to focus on why she was here but her quavering insides were making it
crazy hard.

She swallowed and
met his cheeky grin. “Is this everything you thought it would be?”

He paused for
only a second, but it was long enough for Sin to see the cloud pass over his
bright smile. “And then some.”

She tipped her
head to the side and studied him. “I think there’s more to that story.”

“Nope.
Give me your other foot.”

She did and he
repeated the sensual divesting of her shoe, but he tossed this one over his
shoulder with
a flair
of showmanship.

Sin wanted to
toss her notebook over her shoulder and push him down onto the floor and lick
him like a lollipop. The more he played with her, the hotter and wetter she
got. He was supposed to be a hot—but
jerkwad
—typical
rocker. Not this fun to be around, jokey guy. He was tugging at more than her
pussy strings, and she was getting to know him on a level that made her both
respect and need him to tell her more. One interview wasn’t going to be enough,
just like she knew one time with that giant piece of equipment would only make
her want more.

“Think up a good
question, because for this one I’m getting that tight, sweet skirt of yours.”

Sin’s belly
clenched in anticipation of his hands dragging the fabric down over her hips
and revealing her tiger-print thong to the moon and stars.

The interview
continued in a playful back and forth until Sin sat naked on the couch, notepad
full of notes, breasts bare to the cool air-conditioned room. When she’d had to
lose her shirt, he’d matched her top for top, so he sat barely clad in his
sweats that only enhanced the size of his massive erection.

Sin’s throat
stuck and she took another sip of wine, but it didn’t ease any of the tightness
that captured her entire body.
“Advice to a young musician?”

“Find a sexy
woman with some curves and make her interview you naked.”

Sin laughed
heartily, making her heavy breasts swing and bounce. Tate reached for one, but
she slapped his hand away.

“What? You didn’t
say what kind of advice.”

“Real
advice.
What would you
say to the young Tate McQueen stepping onto the stage at
McFlannery’s
Tavern all those years ago?”

His hand stilled
on her thigh and his gaze questioned her, scanning her face for the mocking he
must have seen in others. When he didn’t find it in Sin’s, he turned wistful
for just a few seconds before answering. “Live the moment. They go by too fast
and before you know it, you’ve done a hundred tours in as many towns, and
you’ve fucked—” The tips of his ears reddened, and he smoothed his palm flat
against her calf. “The women are plentiful, but worthwhile company is rare.”

Sin’s voice
caught in her throat. Even though she’d gotten the interview she’d wanted,
there was
a vulnerability
she hadn’t expected—and one
she wasn’t sure she wanted a hand in exposing. Her body leaned forward to meet
Tate’s as it drew closer. His hand lifted to thread through her hair, and he
cupped the side of her face. The kiss was soft, sweet, and totally unexpected.
The showman had hidden behind the young artist taking the stage for the first
time.

He pulled away
and searched her face for something she couldn’t voice. “What if I made you
another offer?”

Sin found her
voice, but it cracked. “What kind of offer?”

His head dipped
low to pull a nipple into his mouth.

Sin grabbed a
handful of his hair and held him a breath away from her skin.
“Hmm?”

“Don’t submit
this interview and come on tour with me as my PR Manager.”

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