"What the hell is this?" Lawson grabs the photo from the underside of my rack and holds it away from his face. "Is this your girlfriend?"

I snatch it out of his hand and shove him out of my way. "Don't touch shit that doesn’t belong to you, Lawson."

"Fuck you too, man," he says, whistling. "You on the rag or what? You're more sensitive than a chick."

"It's not his girlfriend, you idiot," Andrews says. "It's Addison Stone."

"Am I supposed to know who the hell that is?" Lawson asks.

"She's a musician," Andrews says. "Haven't you ever seen that show, American Singer?"

"No," Lawson says. "I was too busy fucking your mother to watch it."

"Get out of here, you stupid assholes." I shove the photo back. "And shut up. I don't want to hear your voices."

"You're a stalker, aren't you, Cole?" Andrews says, calling me by my last name. "I can tell."

"What if I told you I was related to her?"

Lawson laughs, the sound echoing through the room. "I'd say you're a creep, then, keeping her photo in your rack so you can whack off to her at night."

I shove him, hard, in the chest. "Don't say something like that again," I growl, and I'm close to hitting him, but I pull back, forcing myself to remain in control. I feign indifference, shrugging. "Like I'd whack off in a room full of you assholes, anyway."

Lawson just laughs. "You're a crazy motherfucker, Cole," he says, slapping Andrews on the arm and shaking his head. "Like you know anyone famous."

* * *

I don't fuck Addy right away. I take her to the shower, where I spend an hour with her, talking in the cocoon of the steamy room, my hands roaming every inch of her body, my mouth on her mouth, her tits, between her legs. She strokes me again with her hand, her voice a sultry purr as she makes me come by telling me what she wants. When we're finally done, her face is flushed from the heat of the water and orgasm, and I pick her up and carry her back to her room without bothering to get a towel.

"Hendrix, I'm soaking wet," she protests. "And so are you."

"Yeah, you are." I raise my eyebrows and give her my best leer, and she slaps me on the arm, so I toss her onto the bed.

"We're going to ruin this bedding," she whispers, her palm moving across the surface of what is undoubtedly some ridiculously overpriced bedding made from imported silk.

"They'll have to burn it when we're finished," I agree.

"What if they realize?"

A feeling of guilt washes over me at the thought of our parents finding out. At the thought of the public finding out. She has a morality clause in her contract, I remind myself. It could devastate her. You're being selfish. I turn away from her for a minute, swallowing hard. I could walk away. At this point, it hasn't gone too far.

"Hendrix," Addy says softly, and I turn back to see her on the bed, her legs spread, looking at me seductively. She's biting the corner of her lip, her expression provocative, and her finger makes circles over her clit. "I don't want to think about anything anymore."

"Addy, you don't know what you're…"

"I want you to fuck me," she says. "I don't want to think about anything else. Just fuck me."

Screw feeling guilty. I take a condom from my wallet and roll it onto my length, looking at Addy's face as she watches me. I'm rock hard because this girl makes me crazy. She's the fulfillment of every fantasy I've had since I was seventeen.

I try to be gentle with her. I try to take my time, licking and sucking her breasts and nipples until she's arching up on the bed, her breath coming in short pants. But she pulls at me, tells me she wants me now. Begs me.

Her pussy is slick when I put my fingers between her legs, yet I still hesitate, feeling the need to be careful with her, until she grips the base of my cock.

"Please, Hendrix," she whispers, guiding me toward her entrance, and I rock into her slowly.

When I press the tip of my cock inside her, it's all over. She's so fucking tight, so warm, so wet, that I can't think anymore. Shit, I can hardly breathe. She grips my ass cheeks, pulling me inside her and letting out a soft moan as I fill her up.

Moving gently, I watch the expression on her face change until it's no longer anything except pleasure. Until she claws at my back and begs me. "Harder," she whispers. "Fuck me, Hendrix."

"Always trying to take control," I say, as I pin her hands above her head, using them for leverage to screw her harder, with short thrusts as I feel myself getting closer and closer, bringing her to the edge. I fuck her wordlessly, listening to her gasps in the still silence of the room until I'm sure she's close, her pussy swollen around me.

"Fuck me, Hendrix," she whispers, bucking harder against me with everything she has, wrapping her legs around me.

I try to mute my groan, but hearing her beg me is too much. I whisper to her, hoping my words aren't audible outside the bedroom doors. "I love fucking you," I say. "I love the way your pussy feels, the way you grip my cock when you're so close to coming. Because I know you're close, Addy. I've thought about how you would feel coming on me for seven damn years."

And she comes.

She comes, and it's everything I fucking thought it would be. Her orgasm triggers mine, her muscles milking me of every last drop, and I mute her scream with my mouth, swallowing her moans.

Afterwards, neither of us speak. There's nothing left to say.

And for the first time in years, I sleep.