Chapter 7Macaulay held Wendy until she finally submitted to her exhaustion and closed her eyes. With her sated and slick body curled against his, he didn’t want to let her go. As they rushed toward dawn, he decided he hated his career, and he hated her career, and he hated the reality that meant they had to be separated. Unfortunately, he didn’t hate it enough to give it all up. He didn’t hate it enough to call Jill and tell her to cancel his shows because he was going to tour with Wendy—he’d be her roadie, if he had to.
When she rolled away from him and onto her side, he slid out of bed and pulled on his boxers. Once they had fallen into bed together, he had settled on his stomach and buried his face between her thighs, eating her out until she had quaked around him, shouting his name. H
