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  “Just like that,” he groaned as he looked down to me with desire in his eyes. Again and again I slid him to the back of my mouth, savoring his flavor against my tongue before suctioning my cheeks as he slid out.

  “I’m gonna come,” he growled, still looking down at me.

  Gently brushing a stray hair from my face, he looked to me with an adoration that could’ve made me come on the spot. He had a way of making me feel innocent and sweet while I was sucking him off.

  Now his hips were thrusting, shoving his heavy erection into my mouth. I braced myself as I took as much as I could handle, biting back my gag reflex.

  “Sadie!” His hips surged fast, pumping against my tongue with need until he stiffened. With his abdomen flexed tightly, his cock jerked against my tongue. Thick hot semen filled my mouth until it dripped down my chin, more than I could handle.

  “Get up here!” he growled, pulling at my hair until I was on my feet.

  In seconds, I was bent over the counter as I tugged at my shorts. He pulled out a condom and rolled it on his still-hard cock. I was desperate, so turned on by his own release that I couldn’t wait another second. Thankfully, he didn’t make me, slamming into me without warning.

  “Ahhh!” I cried out, clenching around his manhood tightly.

  Knowing exactly what I needed, Wyatt didn’t worry about the finesse this time. Gripping a handful of my hair, he pounded into me relentlessly, fucking me hard and fast. Pressing against the counter, I pushed to meet him at every thrust. Our bodies collided beautifully as I felt myself lose control. My legs shook as my orgasm neared.

  “You’re so fucking sexy!” Wyatt’s voice was tortured, taken by the pleasure. “I need this, Sadie. I need you.”

  Again, it was his words that sent me surging, grasping for anything on the counter to grip onto as my orgasm rattled through me. How I could ever deny myself the ecstasy that Wyatt brought me was beyond me. But as I felt him lose himself inside me yet again, I knew I couldn’t pretend any longer. This was heaven, and I needed him.

  Chapter 24

  WYATT

  I WOKE UP TO the sound of Sadie playing the piano. We’d been at each other all night after I showed up at her place. Thank God she’d ordered food before I arrived, or I doubt we would have eaten. After so much time away from her, I couldn’t get enough.

  Making my way around her bed, I searched for the clothes she’d torn off me. In just my boxers, I walked to her music room to find her playing with closed eyes, letting the melody lead her. God, she was beautiful.

  Off guard, she was absolutely stunning. Her blonde hair fell down her back, a bit messy after I’d had my fingers tangled in it all night. She liked being pulled and grabbed and bitten. I’d come to enjoy finding the things that brought her body alive. Sadie was my favorite subject.

  “I can feel you watching me,” she said, finally opening her eyes.

  “Let’s get breakfast,” I said, leaning down to kiss her.

  “I don’t think I have any groceries,” she answered with concern, misunderstanding my request.

  “Not here. Let’s go out for breakfast.”

  “Wyatt, you know we can’t,” she whispered. I was grateful for what wasn’t there – the fear and apprehension I’d seen when I arrived at her place unannounced.

  I had hoped that we could get on the same page. No, I wasn’t under a false impression that we could openly date without upsetting the label, Mitchell, and possibly my sister. But I wasn’t going to allow them to dictate my life. I felt too strongly about Sadie to ignore that spark for anyone.

  “We already talked about this,” I reminded her, taking her hand in mine as I pulled her from the piano bench and back to her bedroom.

  Reluctantly, Sadie showered and dressed in a cute sundress. Her hair, freshly washed, was fluffy and lighter than usual. With the top down on the Porsche, I took her to the Pancake Pantry. Always one to try every restaurant while touring or recording, Billie had given me a list of places, and this was what she deemed the best breakfast in Nashville.

  If the crowd was any indication, my sister just might have been on to something. The line for a table was over thirty minutes. It was a rarity that I enjoyed the notoriety fame gave me. When the hostess whispered that she would put us in the next table, I was grateful for the perks of fame more than ever.

  “You okay?” I asked, looking over to Sadie. She was eyeing the crowd skeptically.

  “I just don’t want anyone we both know to be here,” she whispered.

  “Relax, baby. No one is going to be here.” I reached for her hand, lacing my fingers through hers. Sadie curled her petite fingers into my skin, and my breath caught. Was there anything she could do that didn’t turn me on?

  I was grateful when we were finally seated in a booth at the back of the restaurant. I wanted a little privacy and a reason to be so close to Sadie. Our thighs pressed against each other as my hand rested in the crease between her legs. It felt natural, all of it.

  With her head leaning against my shoulder, she held a menu in front of us and together we picked through the options.

  “What are you thinking?” I asked before kissing her forehead.

  “The Georgia peach pancakes sound good.” She pointed to the listing, which boasted three pancakes filled and topped with a peach compote, powdered sugar, and whipped cream.

  “That does sound good,” I said, leaning in to whisper into her ear. “It’s probably almost as sweet as you.”

  She blushed instantly. Although I’d seen, and tasted, every inch of her body, she was still embarrassed. I found it funny, hoping it wouldn’t fade fast. I wasn’t sure how relationships worked, having had so little experience myself. But I wanted to do it right and make sure Sadie felt special, even if we would have to keep it under wraps.

  The waitress arrived. “Hi! What can I get y’all?”

  “Go ahead, baby,” I kissed the top of Sadie’s head.

  “I’ll have the Georgia peach pancakes, please,” she ordered with a smile, adding a coffee and glass of water to her order.

  “And what about you, sir?” The woman asked, but from the gleam in her eyes, I could sense that she knew who I was.

  “I think I’ll go for the apple walnut pancakes, with sausage and tea.”

  “Sure thing,” she said, reaching for the menu. “I’ll get that order in and be out with your drinks shortly.”

  “Thank you,” Sadie and I said in unison, and the waitress was on her way.

  “How are we going to make this work?” Sadie’s question was a bit unexpected. I turned to her with a frown of confusion. “I know that last night was singing a different tune, but…”

  She paused, looking up at me. I could see the emotion in her eyes, feel it in the air between us. “I can’t deny how I feel about you anymore, Wyatt.”

  “I don’t want you to,” I assured her.

  “So, then what? How do we do this?”

  I knew I had to be delicate. My truth was more blunt than Sadie could handle. To be honest, I didn’t care about my sister, Mitchell or the label finding out about our relationship. I was happy for the world to know how she made me feel. But it was different for her.

  I knew women who had slept with the musician they were working with on a record, and the reputation that surrounded them wasn’t one I would ever want for Sadie. But what we had was so different. It wasn’t random or casual. More than I had with any other woman, I’d developed a bond with her before we ever kissed.

  It wasn’t the cliché artist sleeping with the staff, but much more. That was indicative by the way our fingers rested beneath the table, as intertwined as our feelings.

  “I know you don’t want anyone to know about us, baby. We only have to be careful in the studio. My sister is barely there, and when she is, she is always on the phone. Mitchell won’t be a problem. He’s received all the funding for the project, so he doesn’t need to constantly show we’re making progress. He just needs us to actually make p
rogress,” I chuckled.

  The truth was, we were far behind schedule on the project, despite the resources being thrown at it. Mitchell would do anything to help move us along, and I had a plan to tell him I needed autonomy, which would all but ensure he didn’t show up to a single studio session.

  “If your sister finds out, she’ll be livid,” Sadie whispered, like Billie could be in the booth behind us.

  “The funny thing is, this is exactly what she wants for me,” I said, leaning down to kiss the smile that spread across her face.

  Billie had always wanted me to fall for a girl as I had for Sadie. She wanted to go on double dates and vacations with me and a girlfriend, but I never had one. And the women I was with, I didn’t bring around family. It always gave the wrong impression that we were more than we were, so I stopped doing that in high school.

  On top of fulfilling her dreams for me, I knew that Sadie would be a good friend to Billie. They had a lot in common, and I bet they would hit it off. But it would never happen, because Sadie was right. My sister would be livid to find out we were dating.

  Billie never liked the idea of me sleeping with anyone we were working with. She feared it could jeopardize the work or complicate things. One of her friends in the industry had slept with a producer who leaked her album when things between them went sour.

  I didn’t tell Sadie about this. Instead, I just wrapped my arms around her, pulling her body close to mine. Everything else was details. Nothing else mattered but us being together.

  Chapter 25

  SADIE

  IT WAS OUR first time in the studio since we’d spent the night together. I’d prepared for longer than usual, writing a few lines of new music with the hope of creatively inspiring Wyatt. He often spoke about how I was his muse, and I didn’t want to let him down.

  Now that we were seeing each other intimately, we had a strong connection brewing between us. Our chemistry was tearing up charts, just like his records, but I wanted to make sure one didn’t cancel the other out.

  There was a reason Mitchell, and the label, didn’t want their musicians in relationships. It usually turned out to be a distraction that led to too many possibilities. When talking to Gayle about it in the past, she’d said labels wanted predictability.

  They wanted to know what they could expect so that they could calculate their investment, and the return on that investment down to the penny. Relationships were unpredictable. You could never tell how one would turn out or how it would affect things.

  For my role in Wyatt’s life, I wanted to add stability and peace. His work was stressful, and I loved being there when he came back from a meeting he didn’t want to attend or had an intense call with Mitchell. Now was my time to help him create, and I was thrilled. That was, until I walked into the studio.

  Billie stood in the center of the room, wearing an outfit that made me feel underdressed in my yellow maxi dress. Her hair fell in deep waves down her back, and her make-up looked ready for the red carpet.

  “Hey, Sadie,” Wyatt said. His smile relaxed me almost instantly. His tone was casual, but his eyes were anything but. I could see the restraint. I felt it too. It was unnatural not to greet him with a hug and a kiss, but we had discussed this at length. I didn’t want anyone to know, so this was how things would be.

  “Hi, Wyatt. Hi, Billie. Ready to get started?” I asked, making my way to the piano.

  “Hey! Glad you could finally join us,” she said without looking up from her phone. I could sense the attitude, but a quick glance at the clock hanging at the back of the studio showed I was five minutes early.

  Wyatt, sensing the tension, said, “And you’ve already met Billie’s boyfriend, Brad, right?”

  A tall and rather skinny man with glasses and a receding hairline walked over from where he had been sitting. He was dressed in a well-tailored suit, but he had a kind smile and looked genuinely pleased to meet me.

  “No, we haven’t met. Hi, I’m Brad. A pleasure to meet you,” he said.

  This got Billie’s attention. She looked from him to me with pride. Billie looked like she loved Brad, and dressed in his suit and tie, he seemed to return the feeling.

  “Let’s get started,” Wyatt announced. He was wearing a white T-shirt with “Bauhaus” across the chest, which was a slight deviation from his typical wardrobe as he usually didn’t wear graphic T-shirts with distressed denim. “Me and Sadie have been working on some new songs. I’d like it if you could hear them.”

  “One second,” Billie said slowly. She was typing vigorously on her phone as we all stood staring at her. “Okay!” She looked up with a bright smile. “Sorry, you know how those campaigns can get. I had to get the post up during peak hours.”

  I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or Wyatt, but I knew that neither of us knew anything about campaigns, peak hours, or social media on that level. I nodded with what I hoped was not a forced smile before turning on the bench and stretching my fingers.

  “Let’s start from the top of the latest one,” Wyatt said. I nodded, hoping to look as professional as possible.

  After letting me play four bars in silence, Wyatt began playing his guitar, and then layered his lyrics on top like another instrument. He’d written this song for me, detailing the feeling of falling for someone. It was beautiful and simplistic, one of my favorite styles from him.

  When I woke up hearing him sing it one recent morning, I was brought to tears with emotion. I presumed that unlike Brad, Wyatt was able to truly connect with me as another artist. I couldn’t begin to imagine what a man in a suit, who worked such a corporate profession, could begin to understand about Billie.

  She was a celebrity and artist, and Brad didn’t appear to fit into that lifestyle at all. He was everything my parents wanted for me, but nothing I could envision for my future. His work was not only confidential, but nothing that would interest me.

  I wanted to talk with my partner, and share the intricacies of the music I was working on. I wanted to help each other like Wyatt and I could in my music room. We wrote songs together and tweaked lyrics.

  Wyatt’s and my life together would be nothing like Billie’s and Brad’s, and that was what my parents feared. They wanted, like the label, a predictable man with a predictable future for their daughter. They wanted to be able to bank on what type of life I would live, and they didn’t see that with a musician.

  Of course, they never dreamed I could date a man as successful as Wyatt in the music industry. He was as rare as a winning lottery ticket. Thinking of my mother, I wondered how she would react to the news.

  Would she like the idea of me dating Wyatt? Or would she still be unimpressed? Sometimes it felt like nothing was enough for my mother. She had always wanted the best for me, but I often argued that the best to her was an entirely different definition than what I wanted for myself.

  As far as I could tell, Wyatt was more than I could dream of. He was kind and intelligent. When it came to music, there was nothing he didn’t know. Or at least, it seemed that way. But even outside of music, he was knowledgeable about so much. He watched the financial news, and told me about his investments.

  Determined not to be another statistic, he had invested his earnings to ensure he would be financially set for the rest of his life. And I wondered what that life would look like. I imagined us traveling together and touring the world. I’d have my own career, and Wyatt would support my endeavors, helping me craft my own sound.

  Suddenly, I realized none of that would be possible. My fairy tale would never be real life, because I could never tell anyone about my relationship with Wyatt. We would have to exist in the shadows if I ever wanted to be taken seriously.

  After spending so much time with him, it was like my mind forgot about everything stopping us from our happily ever after. My dream was impossible.

  “Are you even listening?” The shriek in Billie’s voice was like nails against a chalkboard.

  Shit, was she speaking to me? F
or her to have such a beautiful singing voice, she sure could be annoying when she was upset.

  My fingers froze on the keys.

  Billie was shooting daggers at me, while Wyatt was rolling his eyes behind her back.

  “I’m sorry, Billie, I got lost in the music.”

  “More like lost to my brother. I’ve seen how you’ve been looking at him!”

  I wanted the floor to open and take me in whole. The one time I should have closed my eyes while playing, I must have zoned out focusing on Wyatt. I was mortified.

  “I’m so sorry,” I said quietly.

  “Don’t be,” she said in a tone laced with sarcasm. “I should be used to it by now. No one has any time to pay any attention to me when Wyatt is in the room.”

  There was a little relief in the fact that she might not necessarily think I was looking at Wyatt romantically, but maybe admiring him. Who knew, but I was grateful when he stepped between us.

  “Sadie, thanks for coming by,” he looked deep into my eyes, and I felt tears begin to build. It was too much. The feelings I felt for him, and trying to pretend they weren’t there, then hearing his sister, and watching him try to convey his support silently. “I think that’s all we’ll do for the day.”

  I nodded, rushing to my feet as I grabbed my bag, throwing it over my shoulder.

  “Not you, Billie,” I heard Wyatt’s voice over my shoulder. It was aggressive and assertive. “We need to talk. Brad, can you wait outside?”

  I rushed to my car, determined not to let anyone see me cry. But once I was safely alone in my Volkswagen, the tears fell quickly. It was too much for one person to handle. If I didn’t find a solution, I feared I would not be able to continue with the project, or with Wyatt. I felt like I could lose it all, knowing that defeat would overcome me altogether.

  Chapter 26

  WYATT

  BILLIE HAD ALL but sabotaged the studio session with her attitude. She was dressed for an appearance she was scheduled to make, which she informed me would restrict her singing. I didn’t even understand why she had showed up.