SEBASTIAN flipped through the TV channels and landed, completely by accident, on the music channel. Wouldn’t you know it, a music video by Lexxi Rock happened to be playing. He hadn’t been able to get her on the phone today. She had sent him a few texts, though. Now it seemed he had to settle for getting a small dose of her, the one she shared with her television audience of millions.

He thought back to when Clint had tried to get him to listen to her albums. He hadn’t then. He just didn’t have the desire at the time. Now that they were closer—despite the distance—listening to her voice felt right.

The doorbell rang. Sebastian quickly grabbed the remote and muted the volume. “Just a minute!”

He was floored when he opened the door, but maybe he should have expected this. Aileen stood there, dressed as she usually did, and beside her was a man that held on to her arm like she was his.

This is a first.

“Good evening. Aileen, what are you doing here?”

The man answered for her. “I’m Mitch. Aileen’s husband.”

Sebastian looked at him, curious about why they would be at his door. They were the last people he expected to show up—and he had never seen Aileen’s husband before. It caught him so off guard that all he could do was stare. He wasn’t inviting them in, that was for sure.

Aileen seemed extremely nervous, twisting her hands and looking down at her feet.

“Can I help you two with something?”

Aileen answered this time. “I…ummm…Mitch has something to say.”

For a moment, Sebastian just looked back and forth between the two of them. Taking in the sight of them standing at his door. Wondering if it was some kind of sick joke Aileen was up to.

“Look. We know about you and Lexxi Rock. Aileen saw her here in your house with her own eyes.”

“That’s none of your concern.”

“It is, if you don’t want us going to the media to set them straight about who Lexxi is really dating.”

Sebastian scoffed. “This is crazy. What are you doing? Extorting me? Aileen, whatever you think you saw, you need to think long and hard about what you say and do with the media…” His eyes narrowed when he looked over at her, and he thought of something. “Wait a minute. Hold on, Aileen. Mitch, how exactly did Aileen say she knew me?”

Aileen put both her hands on Mitch’s forearm to get his attention. “Mitch, I really think this was a bad idea. Can we just go? Maybe I didn’t see what I thought I did.”

“Not so fast, woman,” Mitch answered, holding form at the front door. “The man asked me a question and I’m going to answer it.” He turned back to Sebastian and said, “Aileen here told me she met you when she dropped off a contractor quote a few days ago.”

This was too crazy. Sebastian smiled, satisfied. “Really?”

“Yes. That’s what she said and I believe her.”

“Before I ask you two to leave, what exactly did you want?”

“Well,” Mitch started. “We figure one of the top celebrity news sites would pay thousands, maybe ten grand even, to get the scoop on Lexxi Rock and her new man in Tucson. So…I don’t know. Ten thousand dollars?”

Sebastian almost broke down laughing. “You and your wife want ten thousand dollars from me so you can keep quiet about something your wife may or may not have seen? Listen folks, I think you’re at the wrong house…and Aileen, you be careful about throwing rocks with that glass house of yours.”

Mitch looked at her and back at Sebastian. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I think I’ll let your wonderful wife enlighten you. Now get the hell off my porch.” Sebastian swung his door shut without another thought and went back to watching TV.

When there was another knock on the door a half-hour later, Sebastian was ready to punch in a wall. He had spent some time stewing over Aileen and her husband’s visit. These people had some nerve to think they could extort him that way.

It had better not be them again.

He pushed off the sofa and stomped to the front door again, limping as he went. He didn’t even wait to open the door before he started shouting.

“Who the hell do you people think I—” He paused mid-shouting when he realized it was Alexandra. “Alexandra? Hi. Sorry, I thought it was someone else. What are you doing here?” He remembered his manners the next second. “Come in.”

She looked up at him. “Don’t tell me the paparazzi found you?”

He shut the door and took a breath to calm himself. “No. Worse, but let’s not talk about that now.” Pulling her into his arms he told her, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” she answered, sinking into his embrace. “A lot’s going on at the record label, and I had to be in town to help expedite it. I thought I’d surprise you. I hope you don’t mind?”

“Mind? Are you kidding? I want you here. All the time if I could swing it,” he admitted, smiling.

Alexandra lifted up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Good. Now kiss me and show me you mean it.”

Bash’s lips crashed against hers for a hungry, eager kiss. His hands reached into her hair, pulling her lips in tighter. He needed her closer. Much closer. She sank into his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck, seeming to mold to every contour of his body. With his other arm, he pulled her in more tightly. Standing here at the door was suddenly not enough.

“Sofa bed. Now,” he groaned into the kiss, pulling away.

She took his offered hand as he moved off with one crutch tucked under the other armpit. “Need some help there?”

“Maybe later,” he admitted. Arriving in the living room, he leaned the crutch against the nearby wall, sat on the opened pull-out sofa bed, and slapped the space beside him. “Get in here.”

Alexandra straddled his hips and hovered over him without sitting. “Yes Sir.”

Now above him, she held both sides of his face and leaned down to kiss him again. Her lips were so warm, so welcoming. Parting her lips, he merged his tongue with hers, and pretty soon she was rocking against his engorged member, driving him to where all he could think about was being deep inside her again. He reached his arms down to the lower part of her blouse, ending the kiss to drag it over her head.

“Clothes. Off,” he ordered in a deep growl.

Smiling, she climbed off the edge of the sofa bed, shimmying her pants and underwear down her legs. She crawled back onto the bed, and kneeled near the foot of the bed between his legs.

“You too,” she said, and gripped the waistband of his sweatpants. She tugged it down his legs with his boxers, groaning and biting down on her bottom lip when his stiff manhood was finally free. She backed off the bed and pulled the clothes down and off his feet, then returned to the bed, her eyes fixed on his arousal.

Her head lowered to his hardness. She was about to take him in her mouth when he stopped her. “You’re so gorgeous, Alexandra,” he said, pausing for a long moment to slowly rake his eyes down her body. “You’re mine.”

She nodded, and he pulled her forward by the upper arm, positioning her so she would straddle him.

“Ride,” he told her, resting his head back down on the pillow.

“Oh God, Bash,” she groaned through an exhale, palming his throbbing staff as she lowered onto it.

Alexandra took his hands and placed them on her hips, which he gripped tightly and pulled her the rest of the way. She arched her neck and sank down deeper still, then raised her hips, and lowered it again, taking him in deeper each time. She rocked forward and back. Up and down. Pressing down on his chest as she ground down on him.

His hips lifted to meet her movements. His eyes didn’t leave her wanton, pleasure-filled face. She was so close. Moving one hand from her hip, he slid it over her mound. His thumb dipped under the hood, making circles around her hot, wet, swollen nub. Alexandra’s body bucked in response, rocking harder and faster as she approached her climax. Her breathing was ragged now, and her soft moans became louder.

“Come for me,” he told her.

Alexandra gasped a sharp breath. She whimpered as he picked up the pace and teased her, gripping one hip firmly with the other hand, rocking her harder against his shaft. Sebastian’s gaze was fixed on her face, admiring the expression of pure pleasure that seemed to expand until she arched her back, cried out his name, and came. Her channel tightened around his shaft, clutching him like a vice as it pulsed and flexed. Soon, it drove him to his own peak. Alexandra collapsed on his chest, breathless, covered in sweat and her sweet scent.

Sebastian ran his hand down her back. He kissed the top of her head while she caught her breath and regained her strength. “Rest,” he told her, and heard her breathing change before she fell asleep.