THE SINNERS AND LADIES - A STEAMY LOVE STORY

BACKSTAGE PASS III

Myrna leaned over Brian and pressed a goodnight kiss to his forehead. The poor guy had passed out cold. She bent to remove his black leather boots, took the spiked bracelet off his wrist and removed a long, silver chain from his belt loop. She rolled him onto his side, in case he threw up in the middle of the night, and covered him with a blanket.

She watched him sleep for a moment.

Brian Sinclair.

Brian Sinclair, the renowned guitarist.

Brian “Master” Sinclair, guitar hero, rock god, perfect specimen of a man, was passed out in her hotel room! He’d kissed her. God, how he’d kissed her. If she didn’t have rules about when she allowed herself to have s*x with a new acquaintance, he’d probably be making love to her right now. She seriously needed to amend her rules. Her body ached with wanting him. The man was too sexy for his own good.

She gnawed her lower lip as she watched him sleep. Would he still be interested in her when he wasn’t looking at her through beer goggles? Their age difference weighed heavily on her mind. She was at least seven years his senior, but she looked younger than 35. Everyone said so. Maybe he wouldn’t realize… He’d probably figure it out tomorrow, though. She didn’t have the body of an eighteen-year-old anymore. She’d just have to show him that being with an older woman had certain advantages. Assuming he was interested. The way he looked at her had made her bones melt. And his strong, yet gentle, touch? Her legs had almost given out on her when he’d placed a hand on the back of her thigh. It had been way too long since she’d last had s*x. That had to be the explanation for the lustful creature he’d awakened in her. She’d just get him out of her system and send him on his way.

Myrna drew away from the bed to get ready to sleep with him. Heat rose to the surface of her skin. No, not sleep with him, sleep next to him. The ache between her thighs intensified. As she changed into her nightgown and hung her suit in the closet, she wondered if she’d ever get to sleep tonight. If she had any sense at all, she would have made him go back to his room, but he’d kissed her entirely senseless. She went through her nightly routine and then climbed into bed next to Brian, suddenly grateful that she’d taken a suite with a single king-sized bed, instead of one with two queens. With only one available bed, she had a perfectly good reason to share it with him. Right?

And with him passed out, he’d never know what she did to him while he slept.

She reached across the bed and took his hand, tracing his fingers in awe. She hadn’t just been making small talk in the lounge. The man really was a musical genius. These fingers worked magic on a fret board. She didn’t doubt they’d work magic on her skin. She gently kissed each fingertip of his left hand, and cradled it between her breasts. She closed her eyes and tried to clear her head enough to sleep. When Brian shifted and buried her under his hard body, she decided sleep was highly overrated.