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“It was really good today,” Owen said, thoughtfully, his mind on the band, as was so typical of him. “I think it went really well. I heard a bit of a rough playback, and it sounded really professional, even before they smooth off the edges. I can’t wait to hear the finished product.” “I am glad that you are happy with how it went.” “You saved us,” he smiled at her, his handsome face lighting up with the expression in a way that made her heart pick up a beat. “The guys were really impressed.” “I am glad I could help.” She was speaking by rote, biding her time until she got home and could have the crying jag that she knew was pressing in on her. They would have their Vietnamese take away, sex, and he would leave, and she would cry. She could almost schedule it in by the hour, she thought ruefully. “They want to ditch Cordelia and find a new back-up singer,” Owen said with deliberate casualness. “You wouldn’t be interested?” “Oh, Owen,” she sighed. She wanted to say yes, because it
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Owen eased into the bunk, lifting himself over her so that he lay with his back against the wall. For a moment they shared laughter as they organised themselves within the narrow space, and then he lifted onto his elbow and kissed her, his kiss heavy with breath and laughter and spiced by the daring.They were going to have sex, she realised with a flare of heat, in the tight little bunk with only the curtains separating them from the other members of the band and the bus driver. The daring of it flavoured their kiss, stole her breath and quickened her heart. She met his tongue with hers, deepening and adding fire to their kiss, so that he groaned, and then laughed silently as they both paused, wondering if they had been heard.He grinned, his dimple dancing, and returned to kissing her, sliding his hand beneath her top to close over her breast. “No bra,” he breathed. “I noticed that earlier.” He grazed the palm of his hand over her nipple, and she pressed up into his touch as she sli
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Megan answered on the first ring and did not bother with a greeting. “Did you get some hot ex-sex on the bus?” “Good. A bit.” Emily flushed, and shot Owen a glance from under her eyelashes, wondering if he had heard. Megan’s phone voice was strident. “He is next to you, isn’t he?” “Yes. We are at the first venue, grabbing something to eat at the bar. We have a couple of hours to eat, shower, and get ready.” “You nervous? Or did your hot ex-sex work that out of your system?” “A bit.” Emily could feel the heat burning up her face. The last thing she needed, she thought, was Megan instigating a conversation between Owen and herself that, whilst overdue, would be poorly timed, seeing as they were about to commence their first performance, on the first concert date. “This is going to be one of those conversations where I say all the words, and you answer in monosyllables, isn’t it?” Megan sighed irritably. “What do you think is sexier? Red lace, or black sheer with diamantes? Oooo, e
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She stroked her hands up his chest, feeling the water gather against her palms, the firmness of his muscle under his skin, and the shift of his chest hair, wrapping her arms around his neck. He pressed her back against the tiles making her gasp at the cold, and she could feel the hot hardness of him against her stomach.“We should turn the water off,” he said against her cheek. “Or Seb might have a cold shower.”She reached out and hit the handle, shutting off the water, as he lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist. His breath stuttered out, catching, his forehead against hers. She felt his muscles flex under her heels as he thrusted against her, and her back slipped against the tiles.“F-k,” She exclaimed, clinging to his shoulders, as he groaned.“What did you say?” He laughed out, and caught her mouth with his, kissing her breathlessly as he strained against her, pressing just in the right way to raise her blood pressure and have her tugging him closer with her legs. “Did E
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