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“After you dumped his sister? Maybe he was trying to prevent you from moving on in
hopes you’d go back to her.”

Storm shrugged. “Maybe. Or maybe he wants to punish me. But even though she’s hooked
up with Dane now, I don’t think it’s changed between Travis and me.” He stormed her
lips again. “And I want to keep you for myself.”

Her heart thundered in her chest at the passion of his kiss and she sighed when he
released her lips. Then they continued to walk.

“I’m surprised that Travis doesn’t know you’re Dane’s brother,” she said.

“This week is the first time I’ve seen him since I left the band. I just haven’t mentioned
it yet.”

She gazed at him. “Are you sure that’s all it is?”

Storm shrugged. “It’ll be strange when they find out I’m Rafe Ranier, owner of Ranier
Industries. It’s not really consistent with the image they have of Storm.”

“You’ll have to tell them sometime. Her brother, at least, will be at the wedding.”

He opened the storage compartment on the back of the bike.

“I’ll figure that out later.” His eyes glittered as he gazed at her, sending heat
thrumming through her. “Right now, I just want to get you into that hotel room.”

He handed her a helmet and she climbed on the back of his bike. Within moments, they
were on the road.

*   *   *

The vibration of the bike between her legs and the heat and hardness of his body tight
against her had her almost panting when they pulled up in front of the hotel.

The stone building looked very elegant, with tall columns at the entrance, beautiful
arches, and detailed stonework. When they stepped inside, she drew in a breath. Shiny
marble floors, carved columns, high ceilings with crystal chandeliers, and scattered
sitting areas of supple leather couches and glass tables all added to the elegance
of the huge lobby. She breathed in the lovely scent from a huge floral arrangement
they passed as Storm led her to the reception desk.

The man they approached watched them with disapproval in his eyes. Melanie glanced
around and realized that their attire did not fit with that of the more upscale guests
moving through the grand space.

“I’d like a room,” Storm said.

The man pursed his lips. “I don’t believe we have anything available, sir.” The man
hadn’t even glanced at his computer screen.

Storm’s eyebrow arched. “Really? If you don’t have any rooms, then how about a suite?”

“I’m sorry, sir. All we have is the Presidential Suite and that’s fifteen hundred
dollars a night.”

“I’ll take it.” He tossed his credit card on the counter and the man picked it up
reluctantly.

When he saw the card, he seemed to deflate. Clearly, he recognized the name. “Oh,
Mr. Ranier, I am so sorry. I didn’t realize…” His cheeks tinged with red as he tapped
on his keyboard. “Would you like me to have a bellman collect your luggage?”

“No luggage. We’ll just be staying the one night.”

“Very good, sir.” He handed Storm a keycard. “If there’s anything you need, let us
know.”

“Just make sure we’re not disturbed.” He winked at Melanie as they stepped away from
the desk.

Melanie felt totally conspicuous in her denim skirt and white camisole as they walked
to the row of elevators. Two women in cocktail dresses and expensive jewelry followed
them into the elevator. The elevator hummed as it moved, then the door opened at eighteen.

“This is our floor,” Storm said.

They walked down the hall and stopped in front of a double door, then Storm slipped
in the keycard. When they stepped inside, Melanie’s eyes widened. The entrance to
the suite had hardwood floors, a high dark wood table with a lamp, and a large bathroom
off to the left, then they stepped into a huge living space with a couch and chairs,
a bar at the end, and a dining table that would seat eight. To the right was a door
that she presumed led to the bedroom.

She gazed at Storm and realized she was totally alone with him in a hotel room. A
shiver of anticipation danced down her spine and her heart rate accelerated. He tossed
the keycard on the table and turned to her with a smile.

“Finally I have you all to myself.” He led her to the living room and took her in
his arms for a deep kiss. Then he sat down on the couch, stretching his arm across
the back in invitation for her to join him.

Instead, she glanced around at their posh surroundings.

“So in this place, are you Storm, the musician, or Rafe Ranier, billionaire businessman?”

“What would the difference be?” he asked with a smile.

“Well, if you were Rafe Ranier, I might be embarrassed to do this.” She grasped the
hem of her camisole and raised it, baring her midriff. His eyes lit up as she revealed
her naked breasts, then pulled the top all the way off and tossed aside the bit of
lace and cotton.

“Storm. I’m definitely Storm,” he insisted, staring at her chest.

She laughed and stroked her fingertips over the tattoo on her breast as she sauntered
toward him. His intense gaze sent need quivering through her.

“You said you wanted a closer look at my tattoo.” She stopped in front of him, her
breast at his eye level.

He touched her breast with one calloused fingertip and traced the outline of the bluebird.
Heat shimmered through her.

“It’s beautiful.”

She smiled and stepped out of her sandals, then unfastened her skirt and dropped it
to the floor. Now she stood before him in only her skimpy turquoise lace panties.
His appreciative gaze sent her confidence soaring, and as much as she wanted to fling
herself into his arms, she wanted to revel in it a bit longer. She tucked her hands
behind her head and stretched, thrusting her bosom forward. Then she turned and walked
away, with a sway to her hips.

“Right back.” She sauntered to the bar and opened the fridge, then grabbed a bottle
of imported beer. She opened it, then walked toward him again, pressing the cold bottle
to her chest. His gaze locked on the bottle nestled between her breasts and she smiled
seductively as she glided it across her breast, then over the nipple, which immediately
tightened to a hard nub.

She perched on his denim-clad knees, curling one hand around his neck.

“You must be thirsty after your
long, hard
performance on stage.” She wriggled her behind, definitely feeling something long
and hard beneath her.

She held the open bottle to his lips and he took it from her and gulped it back. Then
his head lowered to her breast.

Shock pulsed through her at the feel of his cool lips surrounding her nipple, then
cold, bubbly beer washing against her sensitive nub. He swallowed, then licked her
other nipple with his cold tongue. She wrapped both arms around his neck and he kissed
her lips, his beer-flavored tongue swirling inside her mouth.

She smiled. “I can’t believe a big rock star like you chose me from among all those
other women,” she said, falling into the role of a groupie. She nuzzled his neck.

“That’s right, baby. You were just too sexy to turn down.” His hand stroked over her
breast, then his thumb rolled over the nipple. Excitement danced through her. “Especially
after you flashed these beautiful tits of yours.”

“I’m so glad you chose me,” she said breathlessly. “This is a fantasy come true.”
She nuzzled his ear. “It’s something I’ve always dreamed about, but never thought
would actually happen.”

He smiled, his blue eyes glittering. “Tell me, do you touch yourself when you dream
of me?”

She smiled shyly. “Yes … but I’d rather touch you.”

She slid from his lap and crouched in front of him, watching the heat simmering in
his eyes as she slowly unzipped him.

“I’ll do anything you want,” she said. “I’m here for your pleasure.”

He leaned back on the couch, then crossed his hands behind his head. “Why don’t you
prove it then? Show me what you can do.”

She reached inside his boxers and wrapped her hand around the hot steel shaft hidden
within. When she drew it out, she almost gasped.

She knew from the previous encounter that he was big, but seeing his cock up close
in the light was amazing. It was thick and long, with veins pulsing along the side.
Her fingers barely fit around it.

“Am I too big for you? Because if I am, I can arrange for another girl to come in
here,” he teased.

“Oh no.” She met his heated gaze with one of her own. “This is all mine.”

She reached for his bottle of beer and took a sip, then with the cold liquid still
in her mouth, she stretched her lips around the bulbous tip and took it in her mouth.

“Shit, that feels so—”

But he groaned as she began to suck.

He tangled his fingers in her hair as she glided down his shaft a little. The feel
of his big, hard cock in her mouth made her tremble with desire. She clenched her
thighs together in need, longing for him to thrust inside her.

Still holding his erection with one hand, she cupped his soft balls in the other and
lightly squeezed them, then caressed. His head fell back against the couch, and the
sight of the heat blazing from his eyes sent her hormones surging. She leaned down
and licked one sac. At his soft moan, a deep sense of satisfaction washed through
her, knowing how much she was pleasing him. She drew it into her mouth and teased
it with her tongue.

“Oh, yeah, baby.” He cupped her head, his tense fingers stretched along her scalp.

His breathing accelerated as she moved her hand up and down his cock, feeling the
soft skin glide over the steel shaft beneath. Excitement danced through her as she
teased his sac with her tongue, then sucked in light pulses.

His pelvis arched and she could tell he was close.

She drew back, but his fingers flexed and he pressed her to him again.

“Oh, baby, don’t stop.”

Something about having the powerful man at her mercy spiked her desire higher, and
she moaned against his flesh. She took the other ball in her mouth and squeezed the
two together, still stroking his cock.

He tensed and she bolted to his cockhead and took it in her mouth a split second before
he erupted in a blast of white-hot liquid. She sucked as he pulsed into her, stroking
his shaft with her hand.

Finally, he collapsed on the couch.

She tipped her head and smiled at him.

“I think you liked that.”

He opened his eyes and growled, then she found herself flipped onto her back on the
couch, with him crouching on the floor beside her. He grabbed the beer bottle, which
he’d deposited on the side table and held it over her, then tipped it. A dribble of
cool amber liquid filled her belly button. He then swooped down and lapped it up.
As his tongue continued to pulse into her navel, she felt him glide her panties down,
then flick them off. She gazed at him as he kissed her stomach, moving downward. When
his cool tongue lapped over her moist folds, she sucked in a breath.

He stared at her pinkness with a grin on his face. He grasped her knees and tucked
them over his broad shoulders, then used his thumbs to separate her folds and poured
beer onto her. It pooled in her opening and she gasped at the coldness, then again
at his hot tongue lapping the liquid and licking her. Then he drove his tongue into
her passage, sending heat rushing through her.

He sucked the beer from her, then found her clit and teased it with the tip of his
tongue.

“Oh, Storm. Yes.” Her fingers curled through his hair as she drew him closer.

He licked and sucked her little button and she gasped as intense pleasure swelled
through her. She writhed beneath him, then moaned as a powerful orgasm blasted through
her.

She arched and rode the wave, then finally collapsed. When she opened her eyes, she
saw that his cock stood fully erect again, and she expected him to prowl over her
and glide inside her, but instead, he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom.

The bed was soft beneath her back. He stepped back and stared at her. She was fully
naked and he was still dressed, his cock jutting out of his unzipped jeans. He tugged
off his T-shirt and tossed it aside, revealing his sculpted, tattooed chest, then
stripped off his pants and boxers in one swift motion.

He walked toward her, magnificent in his nakedness, his muscles rippling.

She could hardly believe this was really happening. She’d wanted to be with Rafe Ranier
for so long. That was heaven enough, but this … this was Storm, and being with him
was beyond anything she’d ever dreamed possible.

Her insides ached at the sight of his long cock bobbing up and down. She wanted it
inside her, filling her completely. She wanted him to grind into her, plunging inside
until she screamed his name.

But he didn’t prowl over her and thrust inside as she expected. He lay down beside
her and stroked her hair from her face.

“You are so beautiful.”

She smiled. “Do you say that to all your groupies?”

But he didn’t laugh. He shook his head. “You are very special, and someone I’ve wanted
to get to know for a long time.”

She leaned up on her elbow. “Then why didn’t you?”

But she knew why. She’d worked for him.

“I didn’t want to ruin our working relationship, but more than that. I guess I didn’t
feel worthy.”

Shock vaulted through her. “What? How could you not be worthy?”

His lips compressed. “You know what my father was like.”

She had worked for Rafe when his father was still alive. The man had been stern and
authoritative. He had been hard to be around. Very critical and demanding. And totally
uncompromising.

“I was never good enough for him. Not me. Not my friends. And no woman I ever dated.
Even if we hadn’t had the boss-secretary thing between us, I never would have wanted
to drag you into a situation like that. He would have wound up driving you away.”

“But you dated other women back then.”

“Never seriously.” He stroked her hair behind her ear. “And I guess I always realized
there could be something serious between us. That’s why I just decided you were off-limits.”