Trent sits across from me at the conference table as we discuss our plans for the next week leading up to the release of the documentary. We’ve arranged several press events with the band, both private one-on-one meetings and two larger events that will be open to the public and everyone involved in the making of the documentary.
Normally, I’m the most focused person in the room, and given that I’m leading the charge on this one, I really should be. But Trent is sitting there looking fucking delicious in a tight-fitting black T-shirt that shows off the tattoos running up and down his arm and looking at me with heat in his eyes, like he’s imagining me naked. Seeing as how he’s seen me naked nearly every damn day, that’s probably not hard for him.
What is hard is staying focused when he’s so damn distracting. I’m struggling to remember that other people are in the room, and I can feel my cheeks heating in embarrassment when Megan, one of my team members, gently kicks me under the table. I break my gaze from Trent and realize it’s my turn to speak.
Whoops.
“Okay,” I say, clearing my throat and trying to dispel the lusty thoughts I was having about the sexy rock star whose grin tells me he knows exactly what I was thinking about. “So, we’ll be doing a social media blitz.”
“Will we get copies of that so I can get it on the band’s social media pages?” Robbie asks.
“Yes. Megan will loop you in, so you’ll get everything that’ll be going out.” Addressing the whole group, I continue, “You have an interview with People Magazine tomorrow morning. And another with Entertainment Weekly the following day. Those two are doing a lot of promotion with us, so make sure you shine in the interviews. We’ve also lined up several interviews with entertainment news stations at the red-carpet premiere that we’re throwing. We’ll need each of you at the designated spots for each interview. Penny,” I say, gesturing to another member of my team, “will be on the red carpet directing you where to go, so just make sure you keep an eye out for her. Does anyone have any questions?”
Trent’s eyes get dangerously seductive, and I’m pretty sure any questions he’s thinking are sure to be dirty and not at all related to the premiere. I glance at Tristan, Kasen, Miles, and then Robbie, but they all shake their heads. I know their routine enough by now to know if they do have any questions, they’ll pass them on to Robbie who will ask us. He’s the unsung hero of the group, and it’s almost a bummer he doesn’t get more acclaim for how much the band relies on him.
“Great,” Simone says. “Then you all are free to go, and we’ll be in touch with you throughout the week leading up to the premiere. We’re so excited about this, you guys. It’s gonna be huge.” Her smile is wide, but she looks at the guys with dollar signs in her eyes.
“We’re excited too,” Trent says, and then everyone gets up from the table and makes their way out. The buzz of several conversations fills the room as everyone leaves, but it’s just background noise to my racing heart. I peek up at Trent and catch him already looking at me. When our gazes connect, his smile grows devious, and he arches a brow while sliding a finger across his lips like he’s imagining all the different ways he can make me scream in pleasure.
Is it hot in here? Because suddenly I’m sweating, and there’s a slickness between my thighs that was definitely not there twenty minutes ago.
“Becka, may I speak to you privately?” His voice is husky, and I’m relieved very few people that I work with are left in the room or they would for sure know that he’s thinking dirty, dirty thoughts.
“Mmhmm.” I can’t say anything else, afraid my voice might crack. I stand up, grab my portfolio holding the agenda and all the other notes I needed for today’s meeting, and make my way to my office. I don’t look back to see if Trent is following me. I don’t need to. He’s so close I can feel the heat of his body at my back.
The door closes behind him, and the soft click of the lock is like a starter pistol starting a race. I spin around to find Trent already there, his hands in my hair and his lips slamming down on mine in an aggressive kiss that makes my toes curl in my shoes. Our hands are everywhere, quickly shedding our clothes while I try with every ounce of restraint I possess to remain quiet. His mouth drops small kisses along my jaw before he sucks on my neck, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to feel it between my legs. A groan escapes my throat.
“Shh,” he whispers in my hair, his hot breath sending goosebumps across my skin. “If you’re too loud, someone will come to check on you and then we’d have to stop. You don’t want that, do you?”
“No,” I say, my voice shaky and breathless.
“Good girl.”
Oh God, why is that like striking a match to my libido? If I thought I hungered for him before, it’s nothing compared to now. My fingers slide around his neck and bring his head down to mine so I can caress his lips with my own fierce and aggressive kiss. He makes a noise that’s between a groan and a growl, and I smile to myself.
“Shh, you wouldn’t want someone to hear, would you?” I say, throwing his words back to him. His eyes flash with heat and then he’s stripping the last of my clothes off my body and hauling me up in his arms. He carries me over to my desk and places me on the edge, keeping his body wedged between my legs. He kisses me roughly again before grabbing a condom from his pants pocket, pushing his pants down, and sheathing his thick and hard cock faster than I can blink.
He slides inside me, and we both gasp and grip each other tight. Bliss rolls over my body in waves, already making my legs shake around him and my chest rise and fall in quick, shallow pants.
“Fuck, Becka,” he whispers hoarsely along my neck, never once slowing down his thrusts.
I fight back the moan that is begging to be let out as he takes my body higher and higher until I’m sure if I don’t come in the next thirty seconds, I’ll die.
“Come for me,” he says at the same time he slides his hand between us and rubs his thumb over my clit.
His steady, rough thrusts and the quick frantic motion of his thumb against my clit trigger my climax. I detonate around him on a gasp that’s aching to be a scream, and my thighs clench against his hips, shaking from the intensity of my release. With one more thrust, he comes with me, his body shaking as he tries to hold his lower half still against me. A shiver rolls down his spine and then his gaze is locked on mine, and there’s so much in his eyes that matches how I’m feeling that it leaves me breathless.
He brushes a lock of hair behind my ear, and then holds my cheek. “I love you, Becka.”
Now I’m breathless for a completely different reason. “What?”
He smiles—my smile, not his rock star one—and says, “You heard me, but I’m happy to repeat myself.” He drops his forehead to mine and breathes me in. “I love you. You own me, heart, body, and soul. I’m yours.”
I swear my heart is going to beat out of my chest, and tears threaten the backs of my eyes. “I love you too.”
“I know.”
I slap his arm, and he lets out a laugh that causes my own face to break out into an exuberant grin. “You’re such a smart-ass.”
“Only with you,” he says, dropping a kiss to my lips that I take all too willingly.
We pull apart and get dressed, knowing that we’re pushing the boundaries before someone comes looking for me for a work-related issue.
When we’re both dressed, Trent surprises me. “So, you gonna tell me what happened yesterday?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you didn’t want me to come over last night after you saw Will. Did he take it badly? Is that why?”
“No,” I say, straightening out my desk and wishing I could just as easily straighten out the thoughts in my head. I was in a weird headspace after seeing Will and just needed a night alone to process it all. “Will’s actually really happy for us.”
Trent places his hands on his hips and watches me carefully. “Okay, then what’s the problem?”
I inhale deeply and then blow out a heavy breath, wanting to tell him everything but also afraid to be vulnerable. I shouldn’t still be afraid after we just said “I love you” for the first time, but I’ve also never been as open with a boyfriend as I am with Trent.
Everything’s different with Trent.
“Elise found our dad, and I think maybe I need some closure with him so I don’t end up ruining this,” I say, gesturing between us.
His gaze softens, and he walks toward me until I’m wrapped in his arms, my head resting on his chest where I can hear the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath his clothes. “You aren’t going to ruin this or run me off. Trust me, I’m not going anywhere, except on tour in the future, but I’m not letting you go again, got it?”
I nod and wrap my arms around his hips, not ready for him to pull away, wishing I was as confident in myself as he is.
With one more tender kiss, I let him go and walk with him to my door. He gives my hand a squeeze before he opens the door, and I lean against the doorjamb watching his sexy ass strut down the hall, my heart fluttering with the knowledge that he is all mine. It’s when I turn to go back to my office that familiar brown eyes meet mine before glancing behind me where I know Trent is still likely visible. Brad’s coffee-colored gaze shoots back to mine, a question in his eyes that I refuse to acknowledge, instead going into my office and closing the door.
My hope that he’ll ignore what he thinks he saw quickly evaporates when he knocks once on my door and then opens it before I’ve even told him he can come in.
I turn on my heels and cross my arms, glaring at him for his arrogance of storming into my office without an invitation.
“I have work to do. What do you want?” My voice could freeze the Pacific Ocean with the arctic chill it’s giving off.
Clearly unfazed, he puts on a small smile, the same one that used to endear him to me. “We haven’t talked in a while. How are you?”
My glare sharpens. We both know what he saw—Trent coming out of my office looking not quite as put-together as he was when he walked in—so I’m not sure what game he’s playing at here.
Instead of taking my silence as a sign he should get out, he takes a step closer, his expression turning serious. “Becka, I know I messed things up with how I handled our breakup and not warning you about my engagement to Shelly. It was unexpected, to me more than anyone. But I still care about you.”
I fight back the eye roll that I want to let loose.
Undeterred, he continues. “You should be careful with him.”
My blood boils. How fucking dare he! “Excuse me,” I say, my voice ice while my skin feels like it’s on fire. Who the hell does he think he is?
“Have you watched the cut footage of the RI documentary?”
“Why would I? I only watch what goes out for publicity purposes.”
He nods like that’s what he suspected. “I think you need to see something.” He turns and heads to my door, halfway out before he realizes I’m not following him.
“Becka?”
“I have no desire to see anything you have to show me. You can close the door.”
His eyebrows furrow in confusion and then consternation. “Now you’re just being stubborn. I’m telling you that guy can’t be trusted. I saw the footage from the tour. All the footage. Trust me, there’s definitely something you’re going to want to see.”
Walking to my door, I grab the handle. “I don’t trust you and haven’t for a long time. Don’t bother coming back to my office. You have nothing I want.” Then, I slam the door in his shocked face, vindication thrumming through my veins.
But an hour later, that vindication evaporates when Brad sends me an email with footage attached and one sentence. Trust me or don’t, but you deserve to know.
Doubt niggles the back of my mind, and before I can talk myself out of it, I press play and feel the metaphorical rug get ripped out from under me.