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  “Did you fuck her?” she blurted and then covered her mouth with her free hand. Where in the hell had that question come from?

  “Nope,” he said simply.

  “Do you want to?”

  “When I have you here?” He kissed her temple and squeezed her hand.

  “But what if I wasn't here?”

  “That would be different.”

  And that's why she had to say goodbye to him. Technically, they could continue this way—her dropping everything to be with him when he was in town and those being the moments she lived for—but she couldn't go on like this forever. She'd tell him that in the morning. She wasn't even sure he'd care. A line of women waited to take her place the second she stepped aside.

  “But I am here,” she reminded him.

  “Exactly.”

  Madison was disappointed to find the bus jam-packed with the rest of the band, some other guys Madison didn't recognize and a group of girls who didn't seem to care who fondled what. One of the young women was obviously very drunk and completely topless. When she spotted Adam standing near the driver's seat, she staggered in his direction.

  “My friend bet that I couldn't get all the band members to suck my tits. Your turn!” She cupped her breasts in both hands and offered them to Adam. “Someone take a picture of this! I need proof.”

  Adam lifted an eyebrow at her. “No thanks, sugar. Some other time.”

  “You guys are no fun,” she declared.

  “I'll suck them,” offered some guy who was drenched in what had to be beer—he reeked of it.

  “I don't want you to suck them, Henry,” SureBet said. “Force,” she called when she spotted the band's drummer coming out of the bedroom at the back of the bus. “You still haven't sucked them. What are you waiting for?”

  He took one look at her, returned to the bedroom and shut the door.

  “I don't want to go on a date with Katie’s weird brother,” she moaned. Pleeeeeeease don't make me lose this bet.” She stomped her foot in agitation.

  “I'll take another turn,” Owen offered with a crooked grin. He sat next to ever-shirtless Kellen on the sofa.

  “Okay.” She hurried to shove her boob in his face and didn't seem to care about the bet when Owen's mouth latched onto her nipple. “Cuff,” she moaned, grabbing a handful of Kellen’s long, dark hair and tugging him to her free breast. “You suck the other one.”

  Madison gaped at the three of them. Had they no shame? Is that what it took to hang around rock stars? Being shameless? She could do shameless.

  Maybe.

  She glanced at Adam, knowing she’d decided to let him go after tonight, but the very thought of this being their last night together stole her breath. Maybe she could try being more like the girl getting her tits sucked by two guys at once. Maybe that’s what it would take to keep Adam’s attention. Maybe if she let go of propriety a bit, she’d be okay with him living the life of a superstar and with him screwing around as long as she could be his Dallas hookup.

  She was so mixed up she couldn’t see straight. All she could see was how much she wanted him.

  “Do you want to hang out here?” Adam asked.

  She steeled her resolve and grabbed his crotch, knowing she was blushing to the roots of her hair, but she had no control over that. She did have control over her words. “Not unless you want me to suck you off in front of an audience,” she said. She forced herself to look at him and tightened her grip on the growing bulge in his pants so her hand would stop shaking.

  “I would love you to suck me off in front of an audience,” he said in a low voice.

  Oh God. What had she done? She'd never expected him to actually take her up on the offer. She slid her hand to his belt buckle and for a moment, as she stared up into his gentle gray eyes, she forgot he wasn’t the only other person on earth. Suddenly, she wanted to suck him off. Madison unfastened his belt, and then her fingers fumbled with his fly.

  He caught her hand. “Madison, what’s wrong?” he asked. “You’re not acting like yourself tonight.”

  Heart hammering, she opened the top button of his jeans. “I don't know what you mean. It’s no big deal. Don’t women do this for you all the time?”

  “Not all the time.”

  “But isn't this what you want? A slut who gets your rocks off.”

  There was none of the usual gentleness in his eyes as he scowled down at her. “If I wanted that, I wouldn't be with you, would I?”

  “Are you with me?” she said loudly.

  “Yeah, you see me here, don't you?” His voice was raised in anger too. She'd seen him pissed off, but had never been the cause of it. “What do you want from me, Madison? You're acting so strange.”

  She realized the reason his voice sounded loud was because the bus was suddenly silent. She glanced around Adam's body to the other occupants of the bus. Everyone was staring at them. She caught Owen's eye, and he gave a barely perceptible shake of his head. Don't pressure him. His words returned to her loud and clear.

  “Can we go somewhere and talk in private?” she asked Adam.

  “I have to be on stage in an hour.”

  “It won't take long,” she promised.

  “Is there anyone in the dressing room?” Adam asked the lead singer, Shade, who like the others was watching their little argument.

  “If there is, kick them out,” Shade said, looking at Adam as if he was the biggest idiot he’d ever encountered.

  Adam turned and stomped off the bus. Because he was refastening his belt, he didn't hold Madison’s hand as he strode toward the venue. She wondered if he hadn’t stopped her, what she would have done. Would she have shamelessly sucked his cock just to keep his attention? She honestly didn’t know.

  Adam made the two crew members taking a break in the band's dressing room leave and then he locked Madison in the room with him. She opened her mouth to speak—having already concocted the perfect line of bull to feed him about her behavior—but before she could begin, he wrapped her in both arms and drew her against him. He buried his face in her neck.

  “You're going to stop seeing me, aren’t you?” he whispered.

  She was so stunned that she didn't immediately deny it.

  “Why, Madison? Is it because I was talking to some other woman?”

  “Talking to another woman? No, I wouldn’t stop seeing you over that.”

  His body sagged with relief, and her heart twisted.

  She forced herself to continue. Cold turkey, Madison. It’s the only way. “But tonight will have to be our last night together.” Her heart was thudding so hard that it threated to break through her sternum.

  His arms tightened around her. “No,” he said harshly. “I won't let you go.”

  “Adam, I can't do this anymore.”

  “Do what?”

  “Date you. I need to know you're committed to me. And I know you can't be.”

  He tugged away and looked down at her. “How do you know that?”

  “Well, because, you're famous and women chase you and—”

  “They’ll always chase me, Madison.”

  And who could blame them? She stared up at him, knowing she wasn’t even going to get one last night with him. This would be the last time she would see him. The last time he held her in his arms. Owen had warned her. Why hadn’t she listened?

  Trying to find the resolve to walk out the door and retain a shred of her dignity, she lowered her gaze to his chest and took a deep, shaky breath. The shards of her broken heart tore through her lungs, stealing her breath. Adam’s black T-shirt blurred out of focus behind foolish tears. She squeezed her eyes shut. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t.

  Adam grabbed her by the arms and shook her.

  “Damn it, Madison,” he said in a harsh growl. “I don't have to let them catch me.”

  All the air whooshed out of Madison's lungs and her head snapped up so she could search for sincerity in his expression. “Adam, are you saying . . . ” Already th
e shreds of her heart were mending. “Would you be willing to . . . ”

  “Madison, you're the only woman I give a damn about. If I have to give up fucking chicks I don't give a shit about in order to be with you, what do you think I'm going to choose?”

  She lowered her eyes to stare at his chest again. “I don't know.”

  He released her abruptly and stepped backward. She forced herself to look up again. She wasn't prepared for the twisted look of anguish on his handsome face.

  He shook his head at her. “You really don't know? Madison, I thought you were the one person who understood me.”

  “I hoped. I hoped you would choose me, Adam, but I didn't know, so I . . . I was just going to quit you cold turkey without forcing you to choose. My heart couldn’t take it, if you didn't choose me.”

  He fisted her hair in both hands and tugged her closer. “Of course I'd choose you.”

  He kissed her—a hard, deep punishing kiss that left her disoriented and breathless.

  “How could you doubt me, Madison? Doubt your worth?” he whispered against her tender lips. “You’re so much better than I am, baby.” His voice cracked.

  She shook her head. “You could have any woman you want.”

  “That doesn’t matter. I want only you.”

  Could she let herself believe that? She wanted to. But if she trusted him with her heart, held nothing back, gave it all to him, and he betrayed her . . . She clung to him, terrified that he’d crush her heart into a pulp.

  Adam released one hand from her hair. He rubbed her flank, his hand sliding up under her skirt. A soothing touch, yet so very not.

  “Do you believe, Madison?”

  She wasn't sure. She'd never had these insecurities before. It had to be his fame that had her feeling so uncertain of herself. And the cheating. She couldn’t stand the thought of him holding another woman like this. Touching her like this. But was it cheating? He probably hadn’t thought of it that way, but even though they’d never forged a real relationship, it felt like he’d cheated on her. And that she wasn’t good enough to hold his attention.

  “Why aren’t I enough for you?” she said, her eyes swimming with tears. “Why do you sleep with other women?”

  “Baby, you’re more than enough for me. It’s just . . . I have a healthy sex drive,” he said.

  She chuckled half-heartedly, squeezing her eyes shut and swallowing the lump in her throat. “I am well aware of that.”

  “I didn't think you'd care about the other women. They kind of go with the territory and you never said anything about it. We never agreed that we’re an exclusive couple.”

  Fair enough. “I know. But I do care,” she said. Some part of her afraid that he would run from her, her fingers clenched in his T-shirt. She didn’t want him to run and she didn’t want to quit him cold turkey. She wanted what she thought he was offering. She wanted to be with him. She wanted to believe it was possible. “The thought of you with another woman is agonizing. It’s been driving me crazy since our first kiss.”

  His eyebrows drew together as if he'd just had a most disturbing thought. “Have you been with other men since our first time?”

  No. God, no. I only want you, Adam. I only ever want you. She couldn’t get the words out. Trying to calm down, she lowered her gaze and took a deep breath. So many emotions were churning through her that she couldn’t decide if she wanted to laugh or cry.

  “Who the fuck is he?” His hand tightened in her hair and he tugged her head back. He glared down at her, and Madison’s heart rate doubled instantly. Yes, she needed him to be rough with her now. All the emotions swirling within her were too much to bear. And that hand on her ass was deliciously, mind-bogglingly distracting.

  “Would you spank me if I said that I spread my legs for another man?” she asked. Because lord, she could use a good, hard spanking right now.

  “Did you fuck another man?” He ground his teeth together, a muscle twitching in his strong jaw.

  “Did you fuck another woman?” she countered.

  “Not as many as I have in the past,” he said defensively.

  In other words, yes, he had fucked another woman. Or more precisely, other women. She fucking hated this. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

  His grip on her hair loosened, and he smoothed the long strands from her face. His lips brushed her forehead tenderly. “I wish it did. I’m sorry I hurt you. I didn’t know it would matter to you. I should have realized, I just . . . I’m sorry, baby.”

  Overwhelmed with emotion, she jerked back. She couldn’t stand him to be tender with her. Not when she was already this close to tears. “I need you to spank me, Adam. Right now.”

  His eyes searched hers for a moment, and then his hand tightened in her hair again. “I'll never figure out why you like the rough stuff, Madison.” He swatted her ass with a loud crack and her pussy throbbed with excitement. Some of the heavy emotions churning through her body parted to make way for primitive lust. It was so much easier to deal with those feelings.

  Oh, thank you.

  “I only like it rough with you, Adam.” Because he was the only man who had ever made her feel so many profound and confusing emotions. And he was the only man who made her feel secure enough in her sexuality to even ask for such treatment.

  “How many men have you fucked, Madison?” he asked, his strong hand connecting with her stinging ass a second time. “Tell me.”

  She groaned, so aware of the empty ache in her pussy that she worked his leg between hers and rubbed her mound against his thigh. “In my entire life?” she asked. She kind of liked that he was jealous, even though he had nothing to be jealous about.

  “Since we met.” He spanked her again. Her entire body trembled with need.

  She fumbled under her dress to push her panties down. They got caught on his thigh, but she couldn’t find the strength to move away. She wanted him buried inside her while he spanked her.

  “One,” she admitted. “Just one.”

  His palm connected again, and she thought she might die if he didn’t fill her soon.

  “What was his name?”

  “Adam,” she said. “His name was Adam Taylor.”

  He went still, his hand resting on her sensitized ass cheek. Wanting him to continue, she whimpered.

  Adam’s eyes widened and he shook his head in astonishment. “I’m the only one?”

  Tears flooded her eyes and she nodded. Damn it. She was an emotional wreck again. “Please, Adam, don’t make me cry. I need you to fuck me and spank me at the same time.”

  He moved so fast, she stumbled. In an instant she found herself bent forward over the back of a sofa with her panties around her knees and a big stiff cock seeking entrance into her swollen pussy. He surged forward, filling her in one deep, hard thrust. “I always have the best intentions to please you with slow, tender lovemaking and end up driving my cock into you like an animal.” His cock buried deep, he slapped her ass and she cried out, squirming against him. “Why is that, Madison? Why do you tempt me into taking you so rough?”

  “I like it.” She groaned, her face pressed against a sofa cushion. “I like you to fuck me, Adam. No one else has ever fucked me hard. Spanked me. Pulled my hair. Pounded me in the ass. I love it. All of it. Don't make me beg.”

  He slapped her ass again, and she whimpered. “Maybe I like to hear you beg, babe. Maybe that's why I hesitate and tell myself I should treat you gently. Because I know if I take it slow, you’ll beg to be fucked.”

  She rocked her hips against him, impatient for the deep, hard thrusts she craved. Why was he holding still?

  “Adam,” she whispered desperately. “Please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Move.”

  He rubbed her ass, which was stinging yet craving another swat. “Your ass is really red,” he said. “Did I spank you too hard?”

  Was he intentionally trying to drive her insane? “No, I like it. I want you to spank me hard. And
I want you to fuck me even harder.” She wriggled her hips, hoping he'd take the hint.

  Finally, he began to thrust. Deep and forcefully, just as she wanted it. When his hand slapped her ass again, she cried out, her pussy clenching his cock.

  “Damn, that feels good,” he said. He spanked her yet untouched ass cheek and she clenched again, the stinging pain causing her muscles to contract automatically. Within a few thrusts and swats, she peaked and was screaming her release into the sofa cushion.

  “God, I wish I had some lube with me. I want to punish your ass so bad right now.”

  He rubbed her puckered hole with his finger, and she moaned. She didn't think she could want more after the amazing orgasm she'd just experienced, but her ass suddenly felt hopelessly empty. She squirmed, trying to get his finger to dip inside her. She whimpered. “Please. Take my ass.”

  He pulled out. She was lightheaded from standing bent in half for so long, so it took her a moment to realize the soft, warm, wet thing rubbing against her aching asshole was his tongue. He'd never licked her there before. Her legs began to tremble as pleasure raged through her core. The naughty, dirtiness of his actions fueled her excitement into an inferno of lust.

  “Adam,” she called breathlessly. “Oh God, that is the hottest thing ever.”

  His tongue dipped inside her and her knees gave out. She clung to the back of the sofa so she didn’t sink to the floor. He kissed a trail up the crack of her ass and lower back as he rose again. She heard him open a condom and her pussy clenched. He only wore condoms when he fucked her ass. Oh yes, she couldn't wait.

  “Hurry,” she pleaded.

  He rubbed his cock through the juices wetting her seam and then the head of his cock brushed her saliva-slickened hole. He struggled to enter.

  “Not wet enough,” he said. “Even with the lubricated condom.”

  She didn't care. She pushed back against him, taking him inside a few inches. She loved that full, hot feeling that made heat prickle her skin as he slipped into her receptive ass. Even the soles of her feet tingled in awareness of his invasion.