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  “Bo, oh Bo.”

  Opening her eyes, she could see the strain in his eyes and expression. Her hand on his cock tightened and she began to stroke him faster and harder, needing to feel him come over her hand almost as much as she had needed to come, moments before.

  Bo was fighting with himself. He wanted her. He wanted to feel her soft, wet pussy surrounding his shaft. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anyone in his life, but he fought his primal instincts. Damn it, it was one of the hardest things he’d ever done in his lifetime, especially knowing she could be his if he wanted her.

  “Fuck Hanna, you feel so good. I’ve never been so fucking turned on.”

  A coy smile touched her lips, and a gleam of mischief shone in her eyes, mixing with her desire. “Prove it.”

  Chuckling softly, he captured her lips with his, as he began to stroke her again. She bucked against his hand and he shifted his body so he was settled between her legs.

  Stop it now Bo. Stop before you can’t. The voice in the back of his head urged him. His cock fought with the voice of reason. She spread her legs wider, welcoming and enticing him. Tugging down his pants, she was rubbing his cock against her pussy. The only thing keeping his dick from entering her was a strip of lace saturated with her juices – juices for him.

  His balls hardened painfully. He was going to come, hard and fast. He stroked her pussy harder, wanting to feel her pussy clenching around his fingers one last time.

  “Stop or I won’t be able to hold back any longer.” His voice was hoarse, and he wasn’t sure if she even heard his plea over the sounds of her moans.

  Her body trembled under him as she bucked wildly against his hand, her body writhing under his. Suddenly, he became overwhelmed with his arousal and groaned against her neck, as his cock stiffened and then a spray of his cum shot from the tip, coating her mound and stomach.

  She released her hold on his shaft and cried out as her pussy clenched around his fingers and then released a rush of her fluids, which ran down his fingers and then hand. Removing his fingers from her sweet, warm core, he braced a hand on either side of her head and looked down at her. Her long red curls were a beautiful mess around her head, her face was flushed, her lips puffy from his rough and frantic kisses, and her emerald green eyes glazed over with desire.

  “I swear you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, Hanna,” he whispered.

  She closed her eyes, and when she reopened them, the desire was gone and a look of surprise and embarrassment replaced it. She opened her mouth to speak and then snapped it shut.

  Slowly, he lowered his lips to hers, kissing her tenderly and then pulling up to look into her eyes again. “Beautiful.”

  Pulling his pants up, he rolled over onto his back and glanced up at the clock mounted on the wall. It was 3am. Fuck. He needed to be up in four hours. Running a hand through his hair he sighed, his whole body still on edge, despite the orgasm.

  He glanced over at her, as she sat up and tried to straighten her clothing and tame her unruly curls. “You really are adorable. I wish I didn’t have to, but I have to be up in a few hours.”

  A frown touched her lips, and a flash of sadness flashed in her eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll…” She scrambled to her knees and began to squirm her way from the bed.

  Reaching out, Bo grabbed her upper arm before she could get away. “Where ya goin’?”

  She looked back over her shoulder at him, to the door and then back at him. “Well, I thought that…”

  “You’re not planning on taking off on me now are you?”

  Hanna frowned, indecision evident on her features. “Well, I umm…”

  “You can go back to your room if you prefer, but I’d like you to stay here, with me.”

  He could see a wave of relief wash over her and she nodded. “Okay.”

  Releasing her arm, he patted the bed next to him.

  Smiling, she crawled back to him, and snuggled against his side, nestling her face against his neck. Wrapping his arms around her, he settled down into the bed and pulled her tight to him. She felt good. He’d forgotten how good it felt to have someone he truly wanted cuddled against him. He liked it, more than he knew he should, considering he barely knew her.

  Chapter Seven

  Bo glanced over at Hanna, still asleep in his bed, as he buttoned up the fly to his faded blue jeans. He had an interview with MTV, the first of several appearances that day, in less than an hour and a car was going to be at the front door to his building in ten minutes.

  He’d been tempted a number of times to wake her up that morning, but didn’t have the heart to. He’d woken up with a hard-on so rigid that he could have broken bricks with it. Jacking off in the shower was only a temporary relief, and now as he peered down at her, the hem of his t-shirt edged up to reveal her round ass, covered in lace, his dick was once again becoming painfully hard.

  She moaned softly and her eyes fluttered open. A look of confusion crossed her expression, but quickly gave way to a smile as her eyes landed on him. Rubbing her eyes, she rolled over to her back, bracing her elbows behind her and looking over at him.

  His eyes lowered to the apex between her legs. Her movement had pulled the t-shirt up fully making her lace panties fully visible. His cock jerked, begging him to cancel the interview and stay there with her.

  “Good morning.” Her smile widened and then she frowned as her eyes followed his to see what he was looking at. “Oh shit!” She quickly sat up, pulling the t-shirt down. “Sorry.”

  Grinning, Bo gave his head a shake. “No need to be sorry. I was quietly enjoying the view.”

  A deep crimson that rivalled her hair coloured her porcelain skin. “Guess I should have worn the boxers you gave me.”

  “I’m not complaining.” He made a show of letting his eyes wander the length of her body, enjoying her embarrassment. “I prefer it this way in fact.”

  Cocking her head to the side, she raised a brow at him. “That so?”

  “That’s affirmative.” Walking over to the bed, he sat down beside her. “Listen, I have to go to a bunch of interviews. I’d like to blow it off, but Jeremy is blowing them off to spend the day with Jackie, so I have to be the responsible one and go.”

  “Oh, so Jackie is spending the day with Jeremy?”

  “Yeah, they said to text them when you’re up and you can join them if you like.”

  Hanna crinkled her nose up and shook her head. “I think I’ll be fine on my own.”

  “Okay. I had someone go to the hotel and get your things. They should be here within an hour.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah, I don’t have to be on the road until tomorrow afternoon so was hoping you’d spend the night here after the concert.” He waited with bated breath. He knew he was being presumptuous, but considering the chemistry they had between them, he hoped she wouldn’t object. He’d been doing some calculations in his head that morning and knew that after that evening it would be a couple of weeks before he’d have a chance to see her again.

  She chewed at her lower lip, and smiled. “I’d like that.”

  “Good.” He leaned over to kiss her, but she cringed and edged away from him, pressing her lips into a firm line. What the hell? “Ummm.”

  “Morning breath,” she admitted, lowering her eyes.

  “I’ve never had a girl reject me with that excuse before.”

  “It’s not an excuse!”

  “I’ll risk it.” Leaning forward, he lowered his lips to hers. This time, she didn’t back away, but she wasn’t nearly as responsive as she was the previous night.

  Laughing, he straightened back up. “You’ll owe me a kiss when I get back. Make yourself at home while I’m gone.”

  After showering, brushing her teeth with a spare toothbrush in Bo’s bathroom cabinet and getting dressed in a pair of Bo’s jogging pants and t-shirt, Hanna made her way downstairs to the kitchen in search of breakfast. She’d just reached the bottom of the stairs when a kno
ck at the door sounded. Rushing over to the front door, she pulled it open expecting to see someone with her luggage, but instead she came face to face with the band’s drummer, Anthony Flemming. If she didn’t recognize him as the drummer and were to see him on the street she’d have mistaken him for a random bum. It had been rumoured that Anthony was harbouring a drug addiction. Cocaine from what she’d read.

  He had several days of scruff on his face, his longish black hair was tied loosely in a ponytail and one glance at his dark eyes told that he’d spent the night shooting or snorting something. Hanna immediately got a bad vibe from him. She was uncomfortable being around drug users, and being alone with Anthony wasn’t something she wanted to do.

  “Where’s Bo?” Anthony brushed past her and into the apartment, before she had a chance to turn him away. She stumbled backwards, not wanting to get in his way.

  “I… ummmm…” Closing the door she trailed behind him as he made his way through the penthouse and into the kitchen.

  “Huh?”

  He stopped suddenly, her nearly bumping into the back of him. He spun around and eyed her, his eyes lingering on her breasts for a little too long for her liking. To her relief he finally lifted his eyes to meet hers. “Who are you anyhow?”

  “I’m Hanna. Bo flew a friend and I here last night. My friend and Jeremy are downstairs at Jeremy’s place, if you want to…”

  Anthony fell silent a moment, his eyes taking on a dazed look. Seeming to pull out of it he nodded. “Yeah, maybe I’ll drop by.”

  Hanna let out a sigh of relief and turned to lead him back to the door, but to her dismay, he kept heading towards the kitchen.

  “What does Bo have to eat? I’m fucking starving.”

  Shooting a wistful look at the door, Hanna sighed and scurried behind him, not sure what to do or how to get Anthony out of the apartment. She reached the kitchen to see him already searching the fridge for food. Another knock sounded at the door.

  You have to be kidding me, she groaned inwardly. Taking one last look at Anthony she hurried back to the front door. Swinging it open, she came face to face with one of the building guards, her luggage on either side of him.

  “Mr Savage requested these be sent up. Where would you like them?”

  “Just inside the door here.” Hanna stepped back and motioned for him to drop them inside the door. “I can take them from here.”

  “As you wish.” Without another word the guard dropped the bags and left, leaving her with Anthony to deal with.

  Closing the door, Hanna made her way back to the kitchen to find Anthony downing a bottle of beer as he finished off a piece of beef jerky.

  “Hey, so are you Bo’s new girl?” he asked, walking over to her, his eyes once again travelling up and down the length of her body.

  Hanna shifted nervously from foot to foot under his intense scrutiny, unsure of how to respond. “I’m ummmm.”

  “So you’re just a couple days of fun then?”

  Hanna’s eyes narrowed as she straightened up, squaring her shoulders and meeting his gaze. “I’m Bo’s guest. And the nature of our relationship is none of your business.” Despite her firm exterior, Hanna was trembling inside.

  To Hanna’s surprise, Anthony began to laugh. “Baby, you all think you’re the one. Enjoy the ride while you can and when he’s through with you, come see me.” He reached out and fingered a lock of her hair. “I love redheads. Natural?”

  Hanna jerked away from his touch as if scalded, batting his hand away. “I think this conversation is finished. I’ll let Bo know you stopped by.”

  Anthony’s eyes caught hers and she could see the indecision in them. She prayed he’d leave, because every moment he stayed she felt more insecure about the situation. She had no doubt in the case of Anthony Flemming, everything the tabloids said was true.

  “Alright. Bye Red.” He walked past her and made his way to the door, Hanna trailing behind him, but keeping a safe distance between them. Without giving her another glance, he left.

  “And don’t call me Red, jackass,” she muttered under her breath, slamming the door after him and locking it. She had no intention of answering it again until Bo got home.

  “Shit, fuck.” Bo tossed the tabloid onto the seat beside him and raked a hand through his hair.

  “You know you just can’t go roaming the streets before a concert. What were you thinking, Bo?”

  “I wasn’t.” Bo looked over at the band’s manager, Victor Irving, sitting next to him. Victor, a veteran of the business, had been their manager from the start, taking the band from a bunch of nobodies playing at whatever bar would take them to superstardom. “She never comes to the city. I wanted to take her out. Be normal for a change.”

  “Yeah, well, you’re not. And hopefully you won’t be for a long, long time.”

  “Shit. If people recognize her, she’s going to be hounded to death.”

  “She gets five minutes of fame. That’s what they all want, a little taste of the good life. Big deal, who cares about her, as long as she doesn’t talk negatively about you or the band.”

  Bo shook his head. “Nah. She’s not the kind of girl that enjoys drama. She’s shy. She wouldn’t enjoy the attention.”

  Victor laughed. “Then what in the hell is she doing with you?” Victor’s laughter suddenly halted and his eyes narrowed. “What are you planning for this girl anyhow? You really into her? You know, we have some great publicity lined up for you with an up and coming country star. If you’re involved with someone it’s going to completely fuck up what we have planned.”

  Bo huffed. “I’m not concerned with what the PR people have planned. I’m not going to stop seeing someone I’m interested in for something like that.”

  “So she’s not just a fling.”

  “Hanna isn’t the type of girl you fuck and leave.”

  “Bo, buddy. They’re all the kind you fuck and leave.” Upon seeing Bo’s determined expression, Victor sighed and motioned to the newspaper between them. “Then I suggest you prepare her for the paparazzi, because once she goes home she’ll get swarmed with them.”

  “Yeah.” The car slowed as it approached his building. Several reporters were waiting outside, no doubt wanting to get the lowdown on his new relationship. Bo leaned forward and knocked on the panel dividing them from the driver.

  The panel lowered and the driver peered at him from the review mirror. “Yes, Sir?”

  “Take me into the garage. I don’t want to deal with them right now.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Hanna leapt from the sofa when she heard the beep of the door being unlocked and made her way to the front door. She imagined it was Bo, but she was still slightly shaken up over Anthony’s visit so instead of enjoying the afternoon in Bo’s stunning home, she’d been on edge, anxiously waiting for him to come home. She’d considered sending a text to Jackie a number of times, but really didn’t want to ruin Jackie’s good time with her problems.

  A wide smile spread across her lips when she saw Bo open the door and step inside. She rushed to him, slipping her arms around his neck and holding tight to him.

  Bo laughed at her exuberance. “Hey! Now this is the greeting I was hoping for this morning.”

  “I’m happy you’re back.” She pulled back from him, but he kept her from pulling away fully.

  Bo lowered his lips to hers and the anxiety she’d been feeling the previous several hours seemed to fade away. She pressed herself against him, returning his kiss, welcoming his tongue to explore. The desire she’d had for him the previous night, came to the forefront of her mind and she moaned against his lips, pressing her body against him.

  “Mmmm. Much better than this morning,” he murmured, pulling back. To her dismay, he pulled back fully and stepped away from her. “There’s something I have to discuss with you.”

  The incident with Anthony came to her mind, and she nodded. She still hadn’t decided whether she was going to mention it or not. From what she kne
w about the band, the members had grown up together; they were like brothers. She wasn’t sure if bringing up the way Anthony had made her feel was a good idea or not.

  “What about?”

  “Well…” Bo took her hand and led her into the living room and to the leather sofa. “Sit down for a second.” As they sat, he reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a rolled-up tabloid.

  He didn’t have to tell her, for her to know exactly what he was about to say. She watched as he opened up the paper and her mouth dropped open as she peered at a picture of herself, Bo’s arm around her. They looked like a couple newly in love. She looked to the headline.

  Who’s Bo’s Love Interest? The Real Reason For His Break-up With Nadine?

  The picture was in colour and her red curls were unmistakable. There was no doubt in her mind that any and everyone she knew who saw the headline would recognize her.

  “Oh my God!” Visions of strangers swarming the coffee shop, hounding her with questions about him, their relationship, and poking into her life came to mind. It was a nightmare situation for her.

  “I’m sorry Hanna. I really am. I really didn’t mean for this to happen, but I should have known. Taking you out for a walk was a stupid impulsive decision on my part.”

  She skimmed the article associated with the picture, which ended with a call out to anyone who could identify the woman of mystery, offering a cash reward.

  “So what do I do now?”

  “Hope no one comes forward. If they do, then we’ll deal with it.” Taking her chin in his hand, he tilted her face up so their eyes met. “Don’t worry. I’ll make this work.”

  “The situation or us?” she teased, though there was seriousness in her teasing.

  “I’ll take care of you, Hanna. Okay?”

  Hanna nodded.

  “Now that this is out of the way, we have an hour before the car comes to pick us up.” He lowered his lips to hers and she felt the conviction in his statement.

  It’s going to all work out, she told herself a final time before losing herself in his sweet kiss and caress.