Before I could blink, Austin stood, the piano stool knocked onto the ground behind him. My legs were still around his waist, his hands on my ass. He spun us both around, his muscles taut beneath my fingers, as he lifted me as if I weighed nothing.

His mouth came down hard on mine as he set me on top of his desk. Our tongues tangled as he swept his arm across the surface, knocking free anything that had been arranged on top. Then he was kissing me again.

His hips were pressed against mine, his cock hard against my stomach as he leaned forward, bending me back against the desk until I was lying down. Then he paused, taking a ragged breath.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he groaned, his eyes sweeping my body, his gaze so hot I felt as if I was completely naked instead of wrapped in an enormous fluffy robe.

He kissed me again, and I dragged my legs up along the sides of his hips, wanting, needing him closer. His hands obliged, sliding downward, parting the lapels of the robe, exposing my breasts.

“Perfect,” he murmured before capturing one of my nipples in his mouth.

The sensation had me arching off of the desk. His mouth was so talented, his tongue and teeth teasing the delicate peak, while his hands made quick work of the sash at my waist. Before I knew what was happening, the robe was completely open, leaving me naked and exposed to Austin.

He pulled back to look at me.

“Now you’re the one looking like trouble,” I told him.

Austin gave me a wicked look.

“Baby, I’m just getting started,” he said, and dropped to his knees.

I felt his mouth on the inside of my knee, his hands spreading my legs wide as he kissed upward. When his lips touched me there, I let out a gasp.

Oh. My. God.

His tongue stroked over me, his shoulders holding my legs open as I squirmed and writhed against him, pleasure building inside of me. He licked and teased my clit, making me cry out with each thrust of his tongue. I felt him smile against me, his fingers gripping my hips, angling my body towards him so he could feast on me.

My own hands slipped down and tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer. Sensations ricocheted through me, my head pressed back against the desk, my eyes rolling back in my head as his hand came around my hip. Austin slipped one long finger inside of me. God, it felt incredible. I rolled my hips towards him, wanting more, feeling my orgasm building. He stroked me with his fingers, his tongue teasing me as well, both of them working together to make me pant with pleasure. Then he slid another finger inside of me, filling me up, and my orgasm crashed over me. I gripped his head, crying out loud as pleasure pulled me under.

I had barely come back to earth before Austin had lifted me off of the desk. Still boneless from my release, I somehow managed to wrap my arms and legs around him. I clung to him as he carried me out of the music room and up the stairs to his bedroom.

He hadn’t included it in his original tour, but there wasn’t much time to look at it now. I barely caught a glance of the gorgeous wall-to-wall windows before I was flat on my back in the largest, most gloriously soft bed I’d ever experienced. But I didn’t even have a chance to savor that before Austin was stretched out on top of me, his long, hard body better than anything the room had to offer.

He was still fully dressed, while I was completely naked. It didn’t seem fair to me, so I grabbed the hem of his shirt and gave it a firm tug upward. I barely caught a glimpse of Austin’s smile before he lifted his arms so I could pull the shirt free.

“Oh. Wow,” I said, finally able to put my hands on his perfect torso. Damn, this guy was ripped.

I dragged my hands across his chest and down his stomach, loving the way he shuddered at my touch. Then I slid my hands lower, finding the elastic waist of his shorts and slipping my hand inside.

He groaned as I stroked him, his huge cock hard against my palm. He rocked his hips as I explored, his body still braced against mine, his arms shaking from the effort as I teased him, smoothing my thumb over the head of his cock.

“Careful,” he choked out.

I took it as an invitation to strip the rest of his clothes off, until we were both naked.

Austin had his arms braced on either side of my head, our bodies close, but not yet touching. I wanted him badly.

Reaching up, I took his face in my hands and kissed him. He kissed me back, his tongue sliding against me as I pulled him closer, pulled him down on top of me. When he settled his body against mine, we both groaned.

“I need you inside me,” I gasped.

I had never been bossy in the bedroom before, but with Austin it just felt right. He grinned down at me. Then his long arm reached up and past me, pulling his bedside drawer open. He retrieved a handful of condoms and tossed them on the bed next to me. Then he looked down at me, and I trembled with anticipation. Grabbing one of the condoms, I ripped it open and helped roll the latex down his hard length.

He closed his eyes as I did, as if my touch was almost too much, the muscle in his jaw tensing as my fingers stroked him. As soon as the condom was on, I found myself on my back again, Austin’s body pressing against mine, his mouth hard and passionate as he kissed me.

I ran my hand down his back to his perfect ass, spreading my legs to make room for him. I felt his cock nudging at my entrance, my entire body ready for him. I bracketed his hips with my knees, urging him closer. But he went slow, painfully slow.

“Please,” I moaned.

“Please what?” Austin teased me, dropping tiny kisses on my shoulder as I writhed beneath him.

“Please fuck me,” I said, shocked by my boldness. “Now.”

I gripped at his hips, my nails digging into his skin. Then, with one smooth thrust, he was inside of me.

Fuck. Yes!

My head fell back against the blankets, my entire body practically exploding from the sensation. He was big, so big and he filled me up perfectly, stretching me to fit his thick girth and sending shivers of friction through my body.

“Mia,” he groaned, his mouth against my throat.

And then he began to move.

At first, his thrusts were smooth and slow. Every movement gave me pleasure, his hands lifting my hips so his cock could drag against my clit with each stroke. The sensation was almost too intense, and I had no doubt that my fingernails were leaving marks in his skin. I didn’t care, and I didn’t think that Austin did either.

He thrust into me again and again, losing the smoothness with each thrust, his movements becoming more erratic, and wild. I loved it, and I couldn’t control my keening moans that came with each thrust.

“Yes,” I gasped. “Fuck, yes!”

Pleasure built up inside of me again, my climax close. Then, Austin pulled my leg up higher around his hips. With his next thrust, he went even deeper. And then deeper still. Holy shit! I rose up to meet him, and Austin slammed into me again, hard. The feel of him, buried deep inside, pulled me over the cliff. I came, crying out, my body shuddering with the intensity of the pleasure that radiated through my body. As my orgasm overwhelmed me, I felt Austin speed up, his thrusts without rhythm, without finesse. I heard him shout his own pleasure and then, with one final thrust, he found his own release.

He collapsed heavily, rolling to spoon me against him. I sank into his embrace, pleasure and endorphins still coursing through me. Austin’s arms held me, safe and tight. It was a perfect romantic moment—

My stomach rumbled loudly.

Austin laughed, and I let out a groan of embarrassment. “Pretend like you didn’t hear that,” I ordered him, my cheeks burning up.

“What, the freight train that just went by?” Austin rolled me to face him, and grinned, teasing. “Or maybe it was a stampede… A dozen wild horses.”

“Don’t!” I laughed, half from humiliation, and half from just pure joy. “I haven’t eaten in forever. We skipped dinner, remember?”

“Oh, I do.” Austin’s hands teased over me. He waggled his eyebrows. “We had more important things to do.”

He kissed me, and I sank into the heat, until my stomach sounded again. Austin pulled back. “C’mon.” He grinned, climbing out of bed. “You’re going to need your strength.”

Now that sounded promising.

He pulled on some sweatpants, and I found a soft, fluffy robe, and we headed downstairs to raid the refrigerator. There wasn’t much, but I found a box of pasta in the pantry, and some jarred sauce, which I was able to dress up with plenty of garlic and some fresh herbs. “It doesn’t count if we both have it, right?” I asked, about to throw half a dozen cloves in the pan.

“The stinkier, the better.” Austin took a seat at the counter, and poured us both some wine.

“You’re supposed to say, ‘you could never be stinky, sweetheart,’” I corrected him, smiling.

He grinned. “No comment. Is that your mom’s recipe?” he asked, passing me my glass. “She always made the best pasta.”

“That’s right,” I remembered. “You’d always bat your eyelashes, and give her that stray puppy look to get leftovers to take back to school.”

“I didn’t bat anything!” Austin argued. “I won her over with my debonair charm.”

I laughed. “Same thing.” I checked the water was boiling, and added the pasta. The kitchen was filling with delicious smells, and after the workout Austin had just given me, I was looking forward to eating. “I’m surprised your parents didn’t send out a search party and drag you home, the amount of time you spent at our place.”

Austin gave a hollow-sounding laugh. “That would mean they cared. Which is something my parents never really did.”

I stopped. He was serious, I could see it on his face. This wasn’t just the usual parent disagreements, but something deeper than that. “I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “I didn’t realize. I mean, I knew you didn’t get along great, but, I thought…”

“That it was like your parents grounding Luke for staying out past curfew?” Austin finished for me. “No. They didn’t give enough of a shit to do that. Once they decided I was a lost cause, messing around with music, well… They got on with their lives, and I got on with mine.”

My heart ached for him. How anyone could turn their back on this guy, I’d never understand. “But they must be proud of you now, right?”

Austin glanced away. “You’d think a couple of Grammys would do it, but no. I’m still the wayward disappointment.”

“Fuck them.”

Austin looked up at my exclamation.

“Seriously, fuck them.” I insisted angrily. “Fuck anyone who doesn’t appreciate your talent, and your loyalty, and your heart—“ I stopped myself before I could get carried away, and just gave him another determined nod. “It’s their loss.”

Austin got up, and circled the counter. “You’re cute when you’re mad,” he said, cupping my chin.

I flushed. “I’m hangry,” I told him. “But I mean it.”

“I know you do.” Austin gave me a curious smile. “You know, I was always jealous of Luke, he had you on his team. You guys… even when you were fighting, you always had each other’s back.”

“Well, maybe I can be on your team too,” I said, trying to keep my tone light, but when Austin kissed me, I couldn’t help melting into his arms.

What was this? I didn’t know. But it felt right. Real. And too good to over-think. Tonight, at least, we had each other.

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I woke, feeling as if I had fallen asleep in a cloud. I was surrounded by impossibly fluffy pillows and blankets, and in the midst of it all was the hottest man I’d even had the pleasure—literally—of being naked with.

Austin was sleeping on his stomach, his face turned towards mine, his legs splayed out wide. He was completely uncovered, giving me the opportunity to examine his perfectly shaped ass and extremely broad shoulders. I wanted to touch everything but I knew that if I did, he would wake up, and I wasn’t quite ready for that.

Because I wasn’t sure that he hadn’t been right last night when he said this would be a mistake.

I had been sent here to interview Austin, not to fuck him. My behavior was incredibly unprofessional, and if anyone found out what had happened, my credibility would be called into question. I’d become the girl who slept with her subjects, which is not how I wanted to be known.

But how could I resist? He wasn’t just some job, he was Austin. I’d wanted him long before landing this assignment, and somehow, it felt like the usual rules didn’t apply.

I looked over at Austin. He seemed so peaceful for a change, and I was glad. It had been clear he was seriously stressed about this upcoming release, and all the publicity it demanded from him.

Next to me, Austin stirred.

I decided not to worry for now. We could deal with the consequences later, but for now, it was just the two of us in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Why shouldn’t we have a little fun? Or, a lot of fun.

Unable to resist anymore, I slid closer to him, dragging my hand down his muscular back. He let out a soft groan as my hand slid lower, but before I could grab anything good, I found myself pinned to the bed, with Austin on top of me.

“Good morning,” he said, his voice husky.

It sent a thrill through me.

“Good morning.” I wiggled beneath him, making him groan more.

I could feel his cock harden against my thigh. With a gentle push, I had him on his back, and was kissing him. He kissed me back, his hand tangled in my hair. I thrust my tongue in his mouth, arching my hips, pressing my breasts against his chest. To hell with morning breath, and Austin didn’t seem to mind. His grip tightened as I pulled my lips from his and began kissing downward, dragging my hot mouth down his chest, sliding my tongue across his six pack.

Then I took him in my mouth and I heard him swear. His hand was still fisted in my hair, but as if he needed something to hold onto. I felt sexy and powerful as I licked the length of his hard cock, swirling my tongue across the head.

Austin’s hips jerked as I took him deep; the salty taste of him was intoxicating. His fingers tightened in my hair, but before I could do any more, I was being dragged upward. Austin’s mouth slammed against mine, his hand fumbling for a foil packet. I grabbed it and quickly rolled the latex down him.

Then, I straddled him. His head fell back against the pillows as I lowered myself slowly onto his hard cock.

“Holy shit,” he groaned, digging his fingers into my hips.

He was deep inside of me, and it felt incredible. Throwing my head back, I began to move. I started slow, circling my hips, feeling powerful and sexy and gorgeous. It didn’t hurt that Austin was looking at me like I was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, his eyes blazing with desire as I rode him.

As pleasure built inside of me, I began to move my hips faster and faster. I took Austin deeper, my hands braced on his chest as I rode him. His own hands moved from my hips to my breasts, his thumbs teasing my taut nipples. Then one hand dipped downward, finding the place where our bodies met, finding my clit. Austin dragged his thumb over it and I exploded.

Pleasure washed over me as I cried out, my body shuddering against his. Austin grabbed him hips and thrust upward, finding his own release.

I collapsed across his chest, hearing his heart thundering against my ear. We were both out of breath, our breathing ragged.

“That’s the best wake-up call I’ve ever gotten,” Austin told me after a few moments. I laughed, feeling more satisfied than I had in a long time.

Downstairs, I heard a door slam. I felt Austin freeze beneath me.

“Are you expecting someone?” I asked, leaning back to look at him.

“No,” he said.

“Austin!” a voice called out.

This time, I was the one who froze. Because I knew that voice.

It was my brother.