Say You're Mine - Layla Hagen Page 0,79

spades.” Tilting his head, he kissed the side of my neck, watching me in the mirror.

“Are sexy times considered an exertion?” I asked, fighting to sound serious. Sasha had insisted the guys shouldn’t exert themselves in the afternoon before a performance.

“I don’t know. Want to check?” He spoke every word against my skin, making me shudder.

“No, no. Don’t want to risk Sasha saying yes,” I teased. “And besides... she didn’t say you couldn’t exert yourself tonight.”

***

The next morning, Brayden woke up before me. The whole band headed to the venue for a rehearsal. Because I woke up too late, I ordered breakfast in the room. My first client’s online session started at nine o’clock. I’d scheduled four appointments, planning to be finished just as Brayden returned so we could have lunch together. I wanted to devote my afternoon to pampering him—again.

I wouldn’t even need Rick until it was time to go to the venue, because I didn’t plan on getting out of the suite before then. Brayden was leaving with the band separately and much earlier, so I planned to cram in three more clients before I headed to the venue.

The morning flew by. I was getting more and more partial to having online sessions. It was more comfortable to be by myself in a room and not simply sit in my chair for eight to nine hours a day. Another pleasant surprise was that some clients seemed more comfortable opening up about what was weighing on them from the comfort of their home. I hadn’t expected that.

“Do you think we could switch some of our appointments to online even when you’re back?” Freya asked. She was my last client before lunch.

“If you prefer that, of course.”

“I’ll think about it, but I really like this setup. Plus, I’m saving the travel time.”

“I’m open to permanent online sessions, absolutely,” I assured her. In my mind, I was already doing a happy dance. I’d lower my rate, of course. Perhaps I could join Brayden on the entire tour. I was already making plans at the back of my mind, but I shook myself out of it. It was too early to think about that. Maybe he’d realize after three weeks that he didn’t want us joined at the hip during the whole tour.

I hated that thought, but I couldn’t dismiss the possibility. He’d always said touring was a difficult time for him. I mean, I did have some aces up my sleeve, and I planned to use them... but only if he let me in.

When I heard the door of the suite opening, I dashed to meet him and my eyes widened. Holy shit! He looked every inch the international star he was. Wearing rugged, washed-out jeans and a black tank top, he just exuded sex appeal. There was a thin sheen of sweat coating his skin, and his hair was sticking out in every direction.

“Wait, let me fan myself before you give me a kiss,” I said, making a big deal out of flailing my hands around my face. “You’re so hot that I can feel the heat all the way over here.”

He grinned. “Extra sassy, I see.”

He stalked right up to me, pulling me flat against him.

“And you’re extra sweaty,” I murmured.

“I wanted to come right back to you after the rehearsal.”

“Awww, so these sexy and sweaty vibes are all for me?”

He kissed me the next second, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. It was sexy as hell, kissing him like this. His body was still vibrating with energy from being on stage, and I was absorbing every ounce of it. He pinned me against the wall, kissing me with so much urgency that I hummed against his mouth.

“Mmm...” I pouted when he let go of me. His eyes were bright and happy. I loved how alight he was while playing music, and even afterward.

“I’m going to shower,” he said. “Want to order room service in the meantime? I’m starving.”

“Sure. But only if I get to watch you when you shower.”

He bit my lower lip lightly. “You’re welcome to join me.”

I shook my head, trying not to show how much I wanted to do just that. My whole body was aching for him. My nipples were hard, pressing against my bra cups.

“No exerting yourself this afternoon, remember?”

He looked straight at me, eyes hot and determined. “I’m not tired at all.”

“Yeah, I think you’re still high on adrenaline. You’ll crash soon.”

“But you can take advantage of me in the