already written that we’ve been able to pull from, plus Van’s been writing his ass off and it’s good shit, we should have the album done in a few months, if not sooner. They’ll release the first single early to drum up interest.”
“Does that mean you’ll have to start work on promoting the album?”
“There will be some promo to do and we’ll have to do a bit of travel but I’m hoping they’ll ease us into that while we’re still recording. I don’t think it’ll be full on straight away.” He pauses for a moment. “Tom’s starting to book in the tour dates for later in the year. Have you thought any further about doing our tour?”
“I don’t know, Jett, we’ve only just gotten together and I’m concerned that working together could cause problems. I’m not sure we should do it.”
He nods thoughtfully and says, “We can talk about it closer to the tour. By then you might have changed your mind.”
I can hear the hope in his voice but I’m not sure I will change my mind. Mixing business and pleasure isn’t a good idea as far as I’m concerned. “We’ll see.”
“Are you still enjoying your time off?”
“I miss working, but I don’t miss working with models and working in that world. Oh, that reminds me, I have a photography awards night coming up and I wanted to see if you had the night free to come with me.”
He gives me one of his huge smiles again. “I’ll make sure I have the night free, sweetheart. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”
And there’s one of the many reasons I fell for this man.
9
Jett
“Presley, have you seen my keys?” I yell out as I unsuccessfully search for them in her kitchen. I have to get to the studio in the next ten minutes, and at this rate I’m not going to make it in the next hour.
She wanders out of the bedroom wearing next to nothing and yawning. I allow my gaze to drift over her body and fight the hardening of my cock and the desire to fuck her on the table again. It’s become my favourite place to have some hard and fast sex with her, and I try to convince myself I have time for a quickie before work.
“Jett!” Her voice snaps me out of my thoughts and I turn to find her holding my keys out to me.
I grab them off her and pull her to me for a kiss. A goodbye kiss, nothing more. Fuck, it’s so damn hard to walk away from her, but I let her go after I kiss her. “Thanks,” I say as I shove my wallet in my pocket and pick my phone up off the table.
She smacks my ass as she walks past me to the fridge. “I’m gonna miss you today,” she says in her sleepy voice. “After having you all to myself over the weekend, I’ve gotten used to being able to have sex whenever I wanted.”
I groan. “Fuck, baby, did you have to say that?” The table is looking more inviting every second I stay in this room with her. I eye her skimpy singlet and panties. I could have those off in two seconds flat, and my cock out just as fast. Five minutes tops and I’d be a happy man for the rest of the day.
“Jett!”
Jesus, I’m not with it today. “What?” I ask as I drag my gaze from her pussy.
Shaking her head at me, she says, “Your phone is going crazy with texts so you need to stop imagining fucking me and check those.”
I rake my fingers through my hair. “I just screwed you twice in my mind.” Pointing at my dick, I ask, “Can you see how fucking hard I am for you right now?”
“Oh I see it, Jett, but I’m trying not to look because I want to screw you twice but not in my mind, so hurry up and get your ass out of here or else I might not let it leave.”
I stare at her. “Not fucking helpful, sweetheart,” I mutter, doing my best to stop fucking thinking about her pussy.
Fuck.
My phone goes off twice more with texts and I check it to see who the hell is bombarding me with messages. They’re from Tom and as I read them, I let out a loud, “Fuck me!”
“What?” Presley looks at me in alarm. She’s obviously picked up that my stress levels are now through the roof.
After I finish