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Word Count: 389K

Rock Me
Rock Me Longer
Rock Me Harder
Rock Me Slower
Rock Me Faster
Rock Me Deeper

♥️ Excerpt from Rock Me Longer ♥️

   “Why aren’t you on the bus, Burk?”
   “Because I wanted to make sure you were all right.”
   Jerking her head up, Sofia sent me an icy stare. The headlights of a passing car illuminated tearstains on her cheeks and the hurt reflecting in her pale-gray eyes. The sight nearly ripped my heart in two.
   “I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”
   She wasn’t, and the fact that she was lying made my palm itch. When she lowered her chin, clearly dismissing me, I dropped to my haunches and peered up at her face beneath a veil of loose copper curls. I balled my hands into fists to keep from touching those taunting ringlets as her dizzying scent of warm jasmine poured over me. Staring at her plump lips—all but begging to be plundered—I ached to kiss her senseless…taste her. Claim her. Own her. But I wasn’t stupid. I knew if I tried to steal a kiss, I’d be wearing the imprint of her hand across my face for weeks.
   Sofia was, without a doubt, the most beautiful, arousing, and complex woman I’d ever met. She was also the most stubborn and icily unapproachable, locking her true feelings behind a self-imposed wall of indifference. God, how I ached to annihilate those damn walls, but I couldn’t.
   Unfortunately, Sofia Jackson was completely off-limits because she was engaged to someone else. Since I wasn’t a poaching douchebag, all I could give her were compassion, understanding, and a butt-load of apologies.
   “Look, I’m sorry you saw what was going on inside Genesis. I had no idea you were watching me until—”
   “Oh, climb down off your pedestal, Burk. I’m sure this will be hard for you to comprehend, but the entire world doesn’t actually revolve around you.”
   A crooked smile tugged the corner of my mouth, but I somehow managed not to laugh. She was damn adorable when she was pissed, all hissing and spitting like an angry kitten. “So why are you sitting here in the dark?”
   “I’m reflecting on all the ways I hate my job. There. Satisfied?”
   Not even close. “Why do you hate your job?”
   “Oh, gee, I don’t know,” she drawled cynically. “Maybe because I’m sick of playing mommy to a bunch of self-centered, overindulgent juvenile delinquents who love to make my life a living hell. Especially you! I swear, I’ve never met a man who needed his ego stroked as much as you do. If you’re not gorging off the undying devotion of a million screaming fans, you’re basking in the limelight as strangers watch some chick nom your junk. Seriously? Do you ever stop and think about others? Some of us would like to check into our hotel and get some sleep. And what do you suppose would happen if the bus, emblazoned with the Licks Of Leather logo all over it, was spotted outside a kink club? You of all people should know the ramifications of a tabloid or social media troll snapping a photo of you strolling out of a dungeon all sated and smiling after getting your freak on.”
   Getting my freak on? Who the…? Oh, someone—probably Syd—is going to die!
   “But you don’t think of things like that because you’re too self-absorbed and focused on your own narcissistic ass. And the fact that I had to waltz into a kink club to find you, to see things no amount of bleach can ever scrub from my brain, is just one more stellar reason why I hate this job.”
   When she was done handing my ass to me, I flashed her a contrite grimace. “I’m sorry, Sofia. I truly didn’t want—”
   “Save your apologies, Burk. I don’t care about your kinky sexploits.”
   While I’d been blessed with an ear for music, my true gift was detecting minute changes in vocal tones. I never touted myself as a human lie detector, but I was pretty damn close. And the barely perceptible quiver in Sofia’s voice told me she did care…a lot.
   Either that or the delusion that she might feel more toward me than disdain had warped my hearing. Studying her intently, I narrowed my eyes. The confusion and tinges of jealousy I spied sent my heart sputtering and my pulse racing. Sofia was no more immune to this crazy primal pull between us than I was. Hope started to soar, but I quickly wrangled it back down. It didn’t matter that we shared the same attraction; some lucky-as-hell bastard out there had already claimed her.
   That bitter reminder stung.
   I’d tried ignoring my fascination with her, but it wasn’t working. Neither did my attempts to screw her out of my system with willing groupies after each concert. Sadly, no amount of humping, sweating, or empty orgasms could put a dent in my hunger for Sofia. I’d even tried to make her hate me by relentlessly pushing her buttons, just to keep her ticked off, but that wasn’t working either. At the end of the day, I was still aching for the one woman I couldn’t have…the one I didn’t want to live without.
   Not only was Sofia feisty and erotic as hell, she was tenacious, competent, and business savvy beyond her years. Quick to laugh at Syd’s stupid jokes, Sofia lobbed one-liners back at the man without batting an eye. But what made me fall so hard and fast for the sexy spitfire was the compassion and love she shared with the kids we visited at local hospitals. My mom was the only woman I knew who radiated that much love and tenderness.
   Being forced to look but not touch our alluring road manager only added to my frustrations.
   “If you want to plow through every woman on the planet, knock yourself out. I’m here to do a job…one you’re determined to make exponentially harder,” Sofia railed.
   The glare she pinned on me suddenly faltered. And like a gift from the gods, her walls dropped. I could see the whirlwind of fear, pain, and anger she’d tried so hard to hide. Before she lowered her chin and shut me out again, I saw the truth glimmering in those expressive pools of hers, and it felt like a punch in the gut. Sofia wasn’t upset about the club. She was hurting because of my stupid, reckless behavior. A knife of guilt and shame for shoving all those groupies in her face and feeding her insecurities stabbed deep.
   How could I have been so stupid?

Tropes: Private Club, Spicy, Alpha Male, Age-Gap, Forced Proximity, Forbidden Romance, Tragic Past, Danger, Suspense, Secrets and Lies, Possessive, Protector,  Billionaire, Workplace Romance, Fish Out of Water, Friends to Lovers, Steamy.