Suddenly Famous by Heather Leigh Page B

been… shit, it’s been bad. I don’t really go out much. Only if my girlfriend pressures me, and even then, we only go to her friend’s house or somewhere private.”
    “You’re still thinking about what happened to her friend, the one who was attacked by a fan?”
    My tongue feels thick, and I have to swallow to clear my throat. “Yeah. Every time a fan gets near me, I wonder if it’s going to be my turn. If this is going to be the person crazy enough to end my life.”
    She tilts her head thoughtfully at me, as if she knows I’m right on the edge of losing it. “Alright, Ryker.” Dr. Benton puts her notepad and pen down on the table. “I think that’s enough for today. Next week?”
    “Sure. I’ll have to call you because I’m going to Boston for the weekend. I’m not sure how long we’re staying yet.” I stand up so I can shake the doctor’s hand.
    “Of course. I’m happy to see you with someone, Ryker. She seems good for you. Don’t give up on your freedom. Not yet, okay?”
    “Right. I know doc. I’ll call you or have Britt call you about next week.”
     
     
     
    “Leah, you look so hot. I want to tear that dress off of you and lick every inch of your body.” Leah gives me a scorching look from the other side of our living room at the Four Seasons in Boston. I take a step towards her.
    “Don’t!” She holds her hands up to keep me away, making me laugh. “I mean it, Ry. We have to be at Drew’s charity ball in twenty minutes and we’re already going to be late.”
    I smirk, “It’s not my fault we’re going to be late. You’re the one who attacked me in the shower.” Thoughts of bending Leah over and taking her from behind in the huge walk-in shower play over in my head.
    She grins at the memory. “I know. And it was worth every minute that we’re going to be late, but we have to leave.” Leah steps into her heels and buckles the complicated straps. If I’ve learned one thing about her, it’s that she loves fashion, especially shoes. Not that I’m complaining if every pair is like the ones she’s putting on. Gunmetal gray and covered in buckles and straps, they remind me of handcuffs, which makes me think dirty things.
    Crap. I adjust my semi-erect cock and groan.
    Leah’s sharp eyes land on my crotch, an eyebrow arching up. “Problems?” she asks seductively.
    I walk over and bury my nose in her hair so I can whisper, “Yes, you’re too fucking sexy for your own good.”
    She pretends to be unaffected, but I hear the tiny gasp she makes when I brush my lips over her neck.
    “Let’s go. The car is waiting,” I tell her.
    Leah scowls, but lets me help her up from the couch. I quickly grab her hips and press them against mine so she can see just how sexy I think she is.
    “Are you planning on walking into the restaurant with that thing?” she asks playfully, running her hands up and down my chest, sneaking one down to grope my cock.
    I tilt down to crush my mouth over hers, the lust I feel burning deep inside flames up into a full five-alarm blaze. Out of breath already, I step back, swiping at my damp lips with my thumb. Leah’s eyes are shining, her pupils dilated with desire. “That’s what the privacy window in the limo is for,” I tease.
    The shocked look on her face is worth the throbbing ache that tortures my cock. She composes herself and narrows her eyes, but doesn’t say a word.
    In the elevator, we lean against opposite sides, staring each other down but not trusting ourselves to touch. This hotel has cameras in every elevator. That’s one part of my life I don’t want caught on tape. By the time we hit the lobby, we’re both trying to hide the fact that we want to rip each other’s clothes off and fuck like animals on the floor. I have to hold my jacket in front of me so I’m not parading through a five star hotel with a tent in my pants.
    I hear my name from several different directions in the lobby and catch a glimpse of a few cell phones