Semua Bab Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies: Bab 431 - Bab 440

Brian led Myrna to the bedroom and closed the door. She looked up at him expectantly in the limited light spilling between the heavy drapes. He smiled, cupping her cheek and running his thumb over her cheekbone. This woman. This beautiful, intelligent, witty, fun, sexy woman. How could he not fall for her? He knew she’d crush his heart like a bug and didn’t care. He wondered if she had marathon sex with every lover she’d taken. She was certainly eager and skilled. He didn’t dare ask her. He didn’t want to know that he wasn’t special. Wanted to believe that he was the first, the only man with whom she’d experienced this level of passion. He could pretend. And he could indulge. If new experiences were what she wanted, he’d do his damnedest to give them to her.She laid a gentle hand on his bare belly and he tensed. He was still rock hard, but he wanted to go slow with her this time, not lose himself in mindless fucking. Not that mindless fucking was bad. It was spectacular, and she was

Standing on the floor looking up at the stage with a couple of the roadies and several girls from the dressing room, Myrna waited for Sinners to make their entrance. Her heart thudded with anticipation.“Who are you, anyway?” one of the dressing room girls asked.“None of your business. Go get me a beer,” Myrna said.The girl scowled at her, creasing her heavy blue and black eye makeup. Myrna wondered if she thought that much glitter was really necessary. It detracted from her looks rather than adding to them.“Uh. That was a joke,” Myrna said. “I’m a friend of Brian’s.”“Did you babysit him when he was in elementary school or something?”Ouch.“No, actually, I’m fucking him.”“Heh, I thought so.” The girl grinned. “How’d he hook up with a stuffy chick like you?”Myrna shrugged. “Who are you here with?”“Sed or Trey. I was hoping Brian, since Angie split, but he’s a one chick kind of guy.”“Sed or Trey?”“Maybe both. Depends on their mood and how tired they are after the show.”“Not E

Brian headed for the crowd, starting at one end of the barrier fence and working his way down. He signed autographs, shook hands, offered the occasional hug, allowed his picture to be taken dozens of times and put up with a heck of a lot of groping from female fans. Myrna waited patiently, trying to curtail her jealousy. She knew this was important. His fans made his entire career possible. Still, she didn’t like all the touchy-feely young women rubbing up against him while he was distracted with signing an autograph or answering a question.After about fifteen minutes, he offered a salute to the crowd and returned to Myrna’s side.“I’ll have to go around the front of the bus and then sneak along the back side. Otherwise, they’ll see me again and we’ll never catch a break. You go between the buses and meet me on the other side. Pretend like we’re saying good-bye now.”“Okay.”He hugged her with the same kind detachment he hugged enthusiastic fans, and waved at her slightly before turn

Myrna stood next to her still-in-one-piece car, which had reached Des Moines a full hour before the buses. Brian stood before her, plucking absently at a button on her blouse. She stared over his shoulder, finding it difficult to look at him. Every time she did, her heart constricted with anguish.She hated good-byes. Especially permanent ones.She slid a hand into her suit pocket and fingered her business card in indecision. She knew continuing this was a mistake. It would just lead to heartache for both of them. They’d both suffered enough in the past, she decided. She pulled her empty hand from her pocket. No strings. For the best.They started to speak at the same time. “I—”“We—”They laughed. Their eyes met. Brian drew her into his arms and kissed her deeply, his embrace tight. Her throat was also tight. Don’t cry, Myrna. Wait until…She pulled away. “I had a great time with you.” She hoped she sounded impersonal, not emotional.“This doesn’t have to be the end.”She ducked her

The first hour of her plane ride, Myrna could think of nothing but Brian and all the things she wanted to do to him when she saw him. The plane could not get to Portland fast enough. Eventually, she grew tired of checking her wristwatch every thirty seconds and sorted through her mail. Among the textbook advertisements and interdepartmental memos, she found a letter from a funding agency. Her last ditch grant! She’d almost missed the submission deadline and knew it wasn’t her best work, but without research funding, the university wouldn’t let her keep her job for long. She didn’t have tenure yet.Myrna hesitated, afraid to open the letter. She’d applied on a whim the day after she’d left Brian in Des Moines. She had the groupies to thank for the inspiration. And now that she knew for sure her government-sponsored grant would not be renewed for the following year, she didn’t just want to work on this project as a fun summer side project. She needed this project to keep a roof over her