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their live music. Raina, do you remember where you jump in?”

I nodded, adjusting my headphones around my hair. Initially, I wanted to toss it up into a bun and throw sunglasses on, but I still had a desire to impress Jet Ryder. My hair had been curled perfectly, framing my heart shaped face, my makeup on point thanks to Calvin.

I’d been day dreaming about singing with Jet since our last time on stage together. It was an experience like I’d never had before, and although he pissed me off more than anyone else on the planet, I couldn’t wait to blend our voices together again.

The strum of Chase’s guitar ran through his mic and into my headset, followed by Gunner’s beat, and I instantly began to sway to the rhythm. Opening my eyes, I became transfixed on Jet. His lids were closed, his body moving similarly to mine, sway, rock, bounce, finding his groove with the tones of the instruments.

Then his mouth opened, and the sweet, heavenly melody of his voice emerged, and I was captured once again. His eyelids lifted slowly with his words, and they locked onto mine, the hatred and disgust, no longer being exuded by the previous burn in his eyes.

He was singing to me now, our bodies still bouncing gently to the rhythm, slowly swaying toward each other as if we were two magnets.

My heart pounded with each of his words, the electricity building so strongly that my mouth went dry, and once the notes declared it was my turn to sing, I was paranoid nothing would come out.

But it was the exact opposite. The words flowed easily, my eyes never leaving Jet’s. He licked his lips, his eyes darting to my mouth, dilating intensely which word that escaped my lips.

The music stopped, and the buzz from Sebastian and Scooter in the recording room broke our gaze. “Beautiful! Let’s do it again from the top! A few more runs, and we’ll get Rocket in the booth with you, Raina.”

Jet took a huge step back, grabbing a bottle of water and chugging a third of it. Taking it from his mouth, he licked his lips, then held the plastic out for me to take. “I think you’d agree with me, that a nice, cold drink of water is needed.”

Reaching for the water, I nodded, careful to not let our hands touch.

I licked the rim cautiously before sipping, knowing his mouth had already touched it. He tugged on his lip ring with his teeth while I drank, and the fantasy of those teeth wrapping around my nipples haunted me the rest of the recording session.

Chapter Sixteen

Jet, present

Thank fuck Rocket had to take a turn in that booth.

The sparks from our blatantly obvious chemistry were flying out of control, and all I could think about was tearing the straps of her dress down and ripping off the purple bra that shown through the white fabric of her dress. Then hike her short as hell skirt over her hips, lifting her against the glass of the booth and fucking her senseless.

It was an incredible and confusing feeling, my whole body begging for her, needing to consume her the moment our voices blended together. I’d gone to the bathroom and threw cold water in my face, although I should have stuck my hard cock under the cold water instead.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” I muttered, glaring at myself in the mirror.

Chase breezed into the high class bathroom while I patted my face with one of the plushest towels.

“Rocket’s session with Raina is almost done. They want you two to do one more round.”

“Why?” I groaned. “We’ve sung it perfectly each time.”

He shrugged. “I think they’re hoping you’ll start screwing or something so they can film it.”

I rolled my eyes and covered my face with the towel to muffle another grumble of irritation.

Chase patted my shoulder before finding one of the golden urinals. “Sorry, buddy. Sometimes, it’s just not worth fighting the fire.”

Pulling the towel from my face, I glanced at him. “Is it, though?”

He unzipped his jeans, and even though I couldn’t see anything, I darted my eyes away from him. “Why not just let your feelings roll? It’s worked out for me, at least in the current moment of time.”

I snorted. “It always feels amazing in the moment. It’s afterwards, once everything settles down, that’s when you realize just how unrealistic your feelings are.”

He zipped his pants again, nudging past me to wash his hands. “So, live