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what was happening because it definitely wasn’t screaming. “You’re welcome.”
    “Is it all right if I ask what the show is now?”
    “Yeah, of course. It’s a one night concert in my hometown back in Washington. We’ll have rehearsals for a couple weeks before hand, we’ll need you in Washington for a couple of days gearing up for the show, then you’re free immediately after.”
    “That sounds amazing.”
    “It’s a small commitment,” he clarified. “No promises of future work. Just this one show, that’s all we’re asking for.”
    “I understand that. It’s still amazing. I’ve never been out of New York before. Oh God, that’s embarrassing,” she mumbled. “Forget I admitted that. I was kidding. I go to Milan like every weekend.”
    Ryker chuckled at her lie. “Me too.”
    “See, when you say it I actually believe that.”
    “I’ve been to Milan a couple times,” he admitted. “Not that great.”
    “Well, I’ll sell my summer home there immediately.”
    “Smart.”
    “Any suggestions on where I should spend my summers now?”
    “Not Washington.”
    “Are you hating on your home?”
    “I wouldn’t exactly call it my home. I was born there. That’s about it. I’ve spent more time in the studio than I ever spent in that town.”
    “Then why are you going back?”
    He hesitated again, stumped as to how she kept getting him so close to these topics. She should have been a reporter.
    “Never mind, none of my business,” she said quickly before he could shut her down. “I’m just excited to be a part of it.”
    “I’m glad you’re going to be a part of it too.”
    His honesty hung in the air between them and he suddenly didn’t know what to do with it. Obviously she didn’t either because the silence drug out between them until it felt like a tangible thing linking her to him from across the town and over the sullen streets. She was a light in the air that found him and swirled through the receiver until he breathed in warm, crisp air that tasted like sunshine on his tongue.
    “Well, good,” he said, filling the silence and pushing out her presence. “I’ll have my agent call yours and handle the business side. They’ll settle your compensation and draw up the contracts.”
    “Okay, great. Thank you again, Jace. Or…  I should call you Mr. Ryker?”
    “No. Jace,” he said, tasting the warmth in his mouth again. “Call me Jace.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN
    “You rang?” Samantha asked seductively.
    Cameron grinned at her framed in the doorway. She was wearing spiked high heels, a slinky red dress, and her lips were painted a crimson color to match. Her long bottle blond hair fell around her face in perfect straight strands that begged to be wrinkled by his fingers.
    “Come in,” he told her, opening the door wider to let her in. “Do you want a drink?”
    “Nope.” She tossed her purse on the small kitchen table and spun around to sit on top of the scratched surface. “I want to fuck.”
    Cameron smirked. “Don’t beat around the bush, tell me what you really want.”
    “I want your cock beating at my bush, that’s what I want.” She lifted the skirt of her dress, showing off her creamy inner thighs and the fact that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Isn’t that what you want?”
    “It sure as shit is now.” Cameron crossed the small space between them and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her forward on the table until she rested both feet on chairs and spread her legs wide.
    “Kiss me,” she whispered.
    Cameron leaned in to lay his lips on hers, but she pushed him away roughly.
    “Not here,” she said, touching her lips. She drug her hand down her body, between her breasts, down her stomach, and into her core. “Here.”
    He smiled as he knelt on the floor in front of her. He was eye level with her heat, with her heart, and he braced his hands on her thighs to push them even wider. He’d seen her dance, he knew how limber she was. He knew