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putting my drink down and pulling her into my arms as soon as the door closed behind us.
    “We were just going to find a place to talk, remember?” Her eyes flashed up at me and breathed in her fresh, peachy scent. My cock had wilted a little during the Ian fiasco, but now it came back to life in an instant. Her skin was smooth under my fingertips and I trailed my hands over her arms and up to her chin, lingering at her face, running my thumb along the thickness of her bottom lip.
    “Is that what you want, luv? To talk?” I asked, my voice thick with desire.
    Her lips parted and she nodded silently.
    “Is that all, luv?” I lowered my head, the promise of her luscious lips pulling me closer. The last thing I wanted to do was talk. I wanted to forget about everything and loose myself in discovering every inch of her. Her breathe was hot against my lips as I inched closer and just before I made contact, she turned her head, my lips landing on her cheek.
    “Liam, we shouldn’t,” she protested, her hand on my chest, pushing me away.
    “Why the bloody hell not?” I asked. I couldn’t think of one good reason why we still had our fuckin’ clothes on.
    “I’m here to write a story about you, not fuck you,” she said, turning and walking away. She walked over and sat on the couch that lined the wall of my suite. Her long legs jutted out away from her body, and I couldn’t stop looking at them. She crossed them at her ankles, and I imagined myself wedged between them, my head lowering until I could taste her sweet pussy.
    “You don’t fancy a fuck?” I asked, jokingly. Humor had a way of breaking through all barriers.
    She laughed, throwing her pretty head back and exposing that long, smooth neck.
    I sat down next to her and she turned towards me.
    “You never stop, do you?”
    “Stop? Stop what?”
    “Slow down. Turn it down a notch. It’s like you’re always ‘on’.”
    “I don’t really think anyone wants me to turn anything down,” I replied. “I’m expected to be like this. You should see what happens when I stay in my room and read a book. Everyone loses their shit.”
    She nodded, looking at me thoughtfully. Her hair was flowing over her shoulders in loose waves, and I reached over and ran my fingers through it.
    “Work, Liam. We’re here to work,” she said.
    “I’m tired of working. You can interview me tomorrow. Let’s talk about you,” I said. “I’m bored to tears with me.”
    “Okay, what do you want to know?” she asked.
    “Tell me something that most people don’t know about you,” I said.
    “Hmm, well…let’s see,” she replied, her eyes darting away from me. It took all my strength not to lick her neck. She was so close, so fuckin’ beautiful, it hurt not to touch her. “I’m a songwriter.”
    “What!” I exclaimed, pulling back and looking at her face. “No shit!”
    “Yep,” she said. A gleam appeared in her eye, and I could tell she had just told me something she was very proud of.
    “Have you written anything I’ve heard of?”
    “Maybe…”
    “Well, bloody tell me already!” The sound of her laughter was like music to my ears. I wasn’t expecting her to say she was a songwriter. It was the only thing I couldn’t do better than Ian, which I regretted terribly, but I’d learned to live with it. Hell, if it wasn’t for Ian’s songwriting abilities, we’d never have gotten out of our parent’s basement.
    “I wrote ‘Fade Away’, it was recorded by the Honey Bees.”
    “The top US girl band? I know that song!”
    “Yeah, that’s them,” she replied, looking down shyly.
    “What else?” I asked.
    “The Dreams recorded a song I wrote called ‘Love Bomb’.”
    “You fuckin’ wrote Love Bomb? I love that bloody song! It’s so catchy,” I replied. “I’m so impressed. I had no idea.”
    “Yeah, but nobody remembers the names of songwriters, they only remember the singers.”
    “I can’t write a song to save my life. I mean, I’ve