But he does none of those things. Instead, I’m treated to an absent nod.

“I’ll try not to disturb you. I’ve got a few hours’ worth of work ahead of me.”

Really, Creighton? Really? After your orders to strip earlier? I give him a moment to change his mind. He doesn’t. Okay, then.

“No problem. I sleep like the dead. Nothing wakes me. Comes from three months of sleeping on a bus with a bunch of snoring men.”

Creighton’s features tense, obliterating his previously relaxed expression. “That’s changing tomorrow too. Your new bus will be waiting after the concert.”

My mouth starts moving before my mind can tell it to shut up. “That’ll be great. I won’t have to worry about keeping my orgasms silent anymore.”

The corners of Creighton’s mouth curl into a crooked smirk. He pushes off the desk and closes the distance between us.

“No, Holly, that certainly won’t be an issue anymore. In fact, I’ll have a hell of a problem if you aren’t moaning for me tomorrow night on that bus.”

I can’t keep up with the man’s moods, but it’s the smirk that does me in. I shiver at his words as they whisper over me. My hand, which seemingly develops a will of its own, reaches for the button of his jeans.

And . . . his fucking cell rings again.

I drop my hand. “I guess that means I’m going to bed alone, then.”

He reaches for his phone, checking the screen. “If I didn’t have to take this call . . .”

I shrug. “I could use the extra sleep anyway. They’ll want to do photos at the radio station, so I need to look like I could pass as a chart-topper.”

Creighton slides his finger across the screen of his phone, and I turn away.

“Hold on a minute, please.”

I pause, not knowing if he’s speaking to me or the person on the phone. Peeking over my shoulder, I see him slide the phone onto the desk and step toward me. He tucks his hand in the belt of my robe and tugs me toward him in the exact move I envisioned only minutes ago.

“I’m taking a rain check on my dessert,” he says, and slants his mouth over mine.

I open to him and his tongue delves inside, tasting my mouth so deliciously that my thighs squeeze together, and I can feel the slickness growing between my legs. Cupping the back of my head, he grips my hair and tilts me the opposite direction, not wasting a breath as the kiss deepens and intensifies. I’m lost in the moment when he releases his grip on me.

Standing in stunned silence, I stare as he picks up his phone, unmutes it, leans back against the desk, and begins speaking.

“Give it to me,” he says into the phone, but I feel like his words are directed at me.

A small smile forms on my lips, and I reach for the belt of my robe and slowly untie it. I let the plush terrycloth fall open and lift my hand to rest between my breasts.

I’m not sure what little devil is guiding me, but I’m sure one must be.

Creighton’s eyes zero in on my hands as he listens—or attempts to listen—to whoever is on the other end of the call.

Now that I have his attention, I skim my fingers down my body until they spread and cover my pussy. Just thinking the word always makes me hotter.

His dark eyes burn into me, and I can tell he’s stopped even attempting to listen to a damn thing that’s being said. I love that I have the power to distract him like this, even as I wonder what the heck I’m doing. It’s as if I need to prove to myself that I have something he wants. Maybe I’m seeking some kind of validation?

I don’t question what I’m feeling. I just go with it.

I dip two fingers between my lips and swirl them in the wetness that has gathered. A push of my wrist, and I slip both fingers inside me. Moaning, I let my eyes flutter shut for a beat before sliding my fingers in and out.

Oh. Lord.

I open my eyes again—just in time to see Creighton’s lips form a single silent word.

“Fuck.”

My smile feels lazy and seductive as I continue to tease myself. I slide my fingers up, flicking my clit and sending a jolt of pleasure through myself. I think for a second about just making myself come, but decide to savor the anticipation and lift my hand away.

I step toward Creighton.

Reaching my fingertips to his full lips, I paint them with my wetness. His tongue darts out to lick, grabbing my wrist with both hands and sucking my fingers into his mouth.

After he’s drawn every bit of slickness from my skin, he releases my fingers and growls into the phone, “I’ll call you back.”

He drops the phone to the carpet, and his feral expression turns on me. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

I smile, the flush of victory heating my cheeks. I stunned him. Who knew that could happen?

And then he says, “You’re going to go bend over the end of the bed, spread your legs, and I’m going to spank that tight little ass and your naughty little cunt before I fuck you so hard, you’ll still be feeling me tomorrow when you step onstage.”

The flush of heat spreads to my chest, my nipples pucker painfully tight, and my inner muscles clench.

Stunned?

I guess it’s my turn.

I prowl after Holly as she turns and heads for the bedroom. My cock pulses against my zipper, and if Cannon faults me for hanging up on him, he can go straight to hell.

Because I’ve just learned a valuable lesson—there is something more important than business, and she’s letting the white terrycloth robe dip across her back as it slides down her arms, revealing the most perfect ass I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing.

I planned to go slow. To tease her. To savor this. To watch her follow my instructions to the letter. But instead, I surge forward and cup her ass in both hands. She’s standing in front of the bed, and I push her forward until she’s bent over it.

“You have no idea how badly I just want to slide inside this perfect ass.” My lips skim her ear, and she shivers.

“Do it¸” she whispers.

A smile stretches across my face. “Oh, Holly, haven’t you figured out yet that you don’t get to give the orders here? Don’t you remember the rules?”

She shoves her ass back, as if trying to tempt me to stray from my plan.

“You know you want to,” she says, louder this time.

I step back, releasing my hold on her. “I think I’ve been too lax in making sure you understand who calls the shots here. You’ve more than earned your punishment, you dirty girl, and I’m going to enjoy the hell out of giving it to you.”