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The Wild One Bonus Epilogue

Troy

The night was electric.

Being on stage had always been a huge high for me, an absolutely crazy turn-on. It’s probably why I was never tempted by drugs or booze; I wanted to be completely sober to enjoy the pleasure of singing and performing in front of thousands of adoring fans. It just did something for me.

But tonight was even headier. It was the first date of my latest tour, and everyone was totally insane to hear the new music. It was more than, though. The crazy joy I felt right now was because of one very specific person watching me.

Kiki stood in the wings, swaying those sexy hips and lifting her arms so that I had a great view of her luscious tits, highlighted by the T-shirt she wore knotted at her waist above a full cotton skirt. Just before I’d run onto the stage, I’d laid a blistering kiss on my woman, and she’d taken the opportunity to whisper in my ear.

“I don’t have anything on under my skirt. Just something to think about.”

Which was just what I needed to hear before I stood center stage in a blinding spotlight, hoping like hell that no one could see the raging hard-on beneath my tight jeans.

I sang my heart out during the first four songs, and after that, there was a built-in break where my band introduced themselves, each one of the guys taking the chance to play a little solo. The plan was that I could duck into the wings and grab a water, change my shirt, and mop off my face.

But this time, instead of heading to my assistant who was waiting with a bottle of water and a dry shirt, I made a beeline right for Kiki, grabbing her arm and dragging her to a shadowy corner.

“What are you doing?” she asked, gasping with incredulous laughter. “You need to be ready to get back on stage.”

“I need this more.” I reached for the hem of my damp T-shirt and peeled it off, tossing it away before I framed Kiki’s hips with both hands and shoved her up against the wall.

“This brings back memories,” she remarked, breathless. “You and me, in the dark, grinding up against each other.”

“My best memories,” I agreed, slanting my mouth over hers. “And baby, if I had more than two minutes, I’d repeat that performance. But this will have to do for now.” I kissed her, my tongue thrusting as my fingers closed over one turgid nipple.

When we came up for air, I grinned down at her. “Look at this as a preview of coming attractions.”

“Troy! Where the hell are you?” I heard the stage manager’s frantic call. “You’ve got thirty seconds to get back on stage.”

“Coming!” I yelled. And then I smirked at Kiki.

“And so will you. Later.”

Running back toward the stage, I snatched the dry shirt from my assistant and blasted back into the spotlight. Yeah, I’d missed my water bottle, but it was totally worth it.

God, I loved my life.

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Peace, love and romance~