Gone for You (Sixth Street Band #1) by Jayne Frost

her, I hit the intercom button.
    “Yes, Mr. Knight.”
    “I’m on a conference call.” Swallowing hard, I looked down at Lily. My pants were open, and her hand was inside. “Ah…no interruptions. No exceptions.”
    “Very good, Mr. Knight.”
    With one tug of my belt loops, she had my jeans and boxers around my knees and my cock in her mouth. Groaning, I grabbed the seat, digging my free hand in her hair. She gripped my base, stroking and sucking until my stomach coiled.
    “Lily.”
    She lifted her hooded eyes, sucking harder.
    “Baby, please,” I clenched my teeth, fighting the urge to give in and let go.
    Releasing me, she pursed her lips. “What’s the matter? Am I not doing it right?”
    Falling back on the seat, I pulled her forward until she was straddling me. “Of course, you’re doing it right.” I pushed the hair off her face. “Too fucking right. I’m going to come in less than a minute if you keep that up.”
    “Isn’t that the point?” Her hand wandered between us, and she grabbed me again.
    “That’s one point.” Reaching down, I pulled off her shoes, giving her a sly smile. “I’ve got something better in mind.”
    Sliding to the floorboard, she shrugged off her jeans while I grabbed the condom I had stowed in my front pocket and shoved my pants around my ankles. She watched me roll the condom on, yipping when I pulled her up to sit astride me.
    I grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head without taking it off. Fisting the fabric behind her back, I locked her arms in place, my eyes never leaving hers. Yanking one of her breasts free, I gripped the t-shirt tighter, holding her in place as I clamped onto her erect nipple. Stilling her arms, she pushed her chest forward, whimpering softly when I pulled back to barely skim my tongue over the hardened peak. Fisting my shaft, I scooted forward a fraction until I was at her entrance, sliding the head back and forth over her slick center. I groaned loudly when she sank down on top of me, taking me to the hilt.
    Releasing her arms when her eyes went wide, I grabbed her hips. She slid her eyes shut, biting her lip until it lost color.
    “Baby, open your eyes.”
    They fluttered open, locking on mine as she rolled her hips. Wrapping my arms completely around her, I laced our fingers behind her back. She lowered her forehead to mine, increasing the pace until she was slamming into me with every thrust.
    Her pants heated my face, her brow going slick with sweat.
    “I-I…Cameron…”
    “Kiss me, baby.”
    Her mouth was on mine, our tongues twisting and tangling as the first wave hit her. Her lips slid off mine as she groaned, slowing her rhythm to a grind when she broke apart, clenching my cock relentlessly.
    “Yes…yes…” she mumbled, riding me into the ground.
    “Lily…” I growled when the first spasm of my release hit me. “You feel it…Fuck, baby.”
    She was all around me. She was everywhere and everything. My mouth was on her neck, breathing her in and tasting her as I pushed so far inside I didn’t ever want to leave. Loosening my grip, I rested my forehead against her shoulder, the sights and sounds and movement of our surroundings dragging me back to the now.
    Pulling her back when she went to move, I held her tight. “Stay,” I breathed.
    Stay with me. Today. Tomorrow.
    I tried to see beyond that. But I couldn’t.

Chapter 11
    W hen I clamped my hand down on Lily’s bobbing leg, she looked up at me and smiled nervously.
    “This won’t take long,” I said, hoping like hell I was right.
    The limo pulled to a stop in the shadow of the largest stadium I’d ever seen. Squinting, Lily looked out the tinted window, craning her neck.
    “You’re playing here?”
    “Not just us, darlin’.” Sliding on my sunglasses, I shifted in my seat at the sight of the news vans parked a few yards away. “There are six bands. We’re mid lineup.”
    Nodding, she looked out again.
    “Just a few more minutes, Mr.