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Visions of our night together assaulted my mind, our sweaty bodies sliding together, the fill of him inside me, the way his mouth had felt around me.

As though reading my thoughts he stepped towards me, amusement and desire evident in his gaze. “Are you okay? You seem a little… flush.”

I nodded stiffly, moving aside to let him past. A shiver tore through me when his body brushed against mine, his erection sliding against mine, my eager cock throbbing in delight. Jesus Christ. I was still rock solid from being so close to Zoe, and now him. I was done for.

“I’m fine.” I damned the pitch of my voice, my shrivelled balls affecting my bloody vocal chords. “Come in.”

Moving away from him quickly, I walked over to the mini-bar, bending and peering in to take my attention off him. “Drink?”

I jumped when his voice whispered in my ear and his chest pressed against my back as he looked at what the bar offered. “Thank you. I’ll have anything.” His face turned slightly to me until his eyes found mine. “I’m easy to please.”

I growled under my breath when he winked and moved away, finally giving me some space to breathe and calm my raging hard on.

When I turned back after fixing the drinks, he was sat on the sofa staring at me. His green eyes appeared subdued, not quite sad but something definitely bothering him.

“You gonna tell me what this is about?” I asked as I handed him a glass of whisky.

He dropped his eyes to his drink and sighed, swilling the golden liquid round his glass rhythmically before bringing it to his mouth and downing it in one. Holding it out to me for a refill, his eyes lifted to mine. “I’ve been watching Penny for a while.”

His blunt admission caused my back to straighten, my body stiffening defensively. “Watching?”

“Mmm.” His brow furrowed but he held my gaze. “You do know what she did for a living?”

“Yes,” I bit out, only just managing to rein my temper in. “I really hope you’re not here to judge her.”

“Far from it,” he murmured. “It takes guts to be an escort, especially a high class one. What with people being more honest about their fetishes now, I bet that girl saw some freaky shit before…” He shrugged, not finishing his sentence with words only a sad look my way.

“Look Nick, you gonna get to why you’re here? I know all about Penny’s life choices, they were the reason I met her, but not the reason I remained friends with her. She got me, I got her, that’s all there is to it. But if you think I’m gonna give you some shit for your paper about her, then I’m afraid your journey in the lift to the top floor has been wasted.”

“Are you always this hostile?” He smirked at me before pushing himself off the sofa and taking his still empty glass from my hand, proceeding to fix his own refill. “I’m not here for a story. I’m here because something is seriously not right, and I’m afraid you’re slap bang in the middle of the shitstorm.”

“Me? What shitstorm?”

He didn’t answer me immediately, just proceeded to fill his belly with my alcohol. “Look if all you have come here for is free booze, I woulda’ just bought you a damn bottle.”

He laughed, elevating my anger into a dangerous level, but ignored me. “You been to the cops?”

“Yes,” I ground out. “They interviewed me. I was free to go.”

He nodded slowly then finally turned back to me. “Well expect yourself to be hauled back in, at the most inappropriate moment.”

“Nick... Fuck! Will you tell me what’s going on!”

He sighed and seated himself back onto the sofa. “From what I have managed to find out, Penny was blackmailing Alan Francis.”

My eyes widened on him. “What? Why would she blackmail the Prime Minister’s right hand man? Penny wasn’t like that.”

He shrugged. “Whether she was or wasn’t, she lost her life because of it. Alan was one of Penny’s clients. And from what I’ve seen over the past year, he was a regular client. He visited her at her private apartment, never out publically with him of course.”

I slumped onto the couch. Penny had told me nothing of this. I thought we had been close.

“I’ve been watching Alan closely after getting a tip off that he was into some dodgy underhand stuff, taking payments to approve unsafe buildings, signing off businesses that have been restricted, authorising suspect policies, that sort of thing. I’d heard on the grapevine,” Nick continued, “that Penny had some substantial hold on Alan, whatever it was I don’t know, I can’t find that out but I have a feeling it’s something deep.”

“And what does that have to do with me?”

“That I don’t know,” he admitted, “But it was Alan Francis that put your name forward to the police. And of course with his standing… and yours.”

“What the hell! I don’t even know the guy!”

He inhaled deeply, his troubled gaze fixed on me. “I know but look at you. What better decoy than the lead guitarist for the most famous rock band in the world to be a suspect for a murder. That shit will definitely take the heat away from
Sir
Francis
,
and it will unquestionably take away the media attention surrounding him, onto you. The press will be like vultures for this.”

I dropped onto the sofa beside him, my body numb with shock. “Why the hell didn’t she tell me what was going on?”

“When was the last time you saw her?”

He stood and filled another glass for me, placing it carefully into my trembling hands. “Apart from last night, it must be about four months ago, before the tour started. We were just friends.”

He lifted an eyebrow, “You can be honest with me, Romeo. I’m not going to judge you.”

I ignored the faint stutter in my heart when he settled back beside me and placed his hand softly on my knee.

“No, we were. Admittedly at first we weren’t. She… uhh, well she knew what I liked, and she was discreet but we developed a friendship. I’ve known her for about three years. Fuck!”

I turned away from him, not allowing him to see the tears pool. I wasn’t a pussy, but fuck I’d just lost one of my best friends, Ink was leaving me, even the band was getting me down, controlling everything in my life. Everything was a fucking nightmare and I had just about come to my limit.

“Hey,” he whispered.

“Don’t!” I shook my head, lifting up a hand as I moved across the room. “Don’t confuse this. You lied to me.”

“I didn’t lie to you, Romeo.” He stalked the room swiftly, his large strides eating up the distance between us. I stiffened when he slid his fingers into my hair and cupped my head almost angrily, turning me until I was looking at him. “Have you seen anything in the paper about our night together? Or anywhere for that matter. I didn’t sleep with you for a story, I slept with you because I wanted to fuck you, sink my cock deep inside you because I like you. Is that so hard to accept?”

“It’s all just a fucking mess. Penny, you, Zoe…”

“Zoe?”

I shook my head and turned to the window. “I just can’t… do this…”

“This?” he scoffed. “What exactly do you think
this
is?”

I swallowed my nerve, hating the way my heart clenched and my balls constricted every time he touched me. “This, me and you. I am not gay, Nick.”

He stared at me, a small smile trying to break free. “Uh-huh.”

“I’m not! I’m in love with a woman damn it!”

His eyes widened and I didn’t miss the flash of hurt, or maybe it was anger, but there was definitely something in his gaze as he fixed it on me and took a step closer. “Who is she?”

“It doesn’t matter.” I sighed, dropping my eyes. “I can never be what she needs… as you can gather from the other night.”

I stepped back quickly, the glass from the window slapping my spine harshly, when he moved further towards me. “And does she know you’re bi?”

His question hurt, it shouldn’t but my guilt over Zoe was too much for my brain to cope with, my stomach twisting angrily at how much I had hurt her. It was easy to blame her for where our relationship had gone wrong when she had gotten pregnant, but the truth was, it was all my fault and up until now it had been the easiest way to cope with losing her, for the pain in both of us.

“I hurt her so much,” I confessed suddenly, his angry eyes now softening on me when he witnessed my anguish. “Fuck, I even blamed her for things falling apart between us but the truth is…”

“The truth is you need more than her?”

The truth hurt and I nodded, a choked sound ripping through my chest. “Yes.”

HIS DISTRESS HURT me, I didn’t know why, his relationship with this woman was nothing to do with me, and truth be told, I wasn’t sure I even wanted to know. The slash of pain inside me when he had said he was in love with a woman confused me, we’d slept together once for Christ’s sake, so why his confession hurt, I had no idea.

His eyes held mine and for a moment I fought over whether to just walk away. I’d never wanted anyone like I did Romeo. He was stunning, his thick but short hair perfect for my fist to grip, his piercing blue eyes relayed to me everything he was feeling. He had the most perfect body I had ever seen, his trim but firm physique was fucking beautiful.

I understood his need for privacy, his sexual preferences were no one’s business but his own. I had struggled with my own at first, the anguish over what my friends and family would think of me being bi-sexual, but he needed to be honest with this woman if it was hurting both him and her this much. However, another side of me didn’t want him to tell her, because if she accepted that side of him then where did that leave me?

“I want to fuck you. Right here, right now.”

His eyes widened at my bluntness, amusing me. Why the fuck people beat about the bush was beyond me. If you had something to say, then fucking say it. Being diplomatic never got you anywhere.

His chest heaved, pressing him harder against me. He blinked slowly when I cupped his chin and lifted his face. His eyes dropped to my mouth, his tongue sneaking out to brush his lower lip. Our closeness allowed me to feel the hardness of his cock, the material of his trousers doing nothing to hide his arousal.

He didn’t move when I started to unbutton his shirt, his gaze still fixed on mine, his breathing deepening with each inch of glorious skin I uncovered.

A choked groan rumbled deep in his chest when I dipped my head, pushing the material off his shoulders as I kissed down the centre of his chest, a smile twisting my lips when his head fell back and banged on the window. I traced his ink with the tip of my tongue, the large detailed Satan tattoo on his right pectoral muscle appearing to ripple when goosebumps broke out across his skin.

The further down his torso I ventured, the tighter his trousers became, constricting the perfect length of muscle that I craved.

“Fuck!” he hissed when I nipped his stomach with my teeth and unbuckled his belt, unzipping him and freeing his raging hard on.

“Your cock is fucking perfect.” It came out a growl, my lust for him restricting my vocal chords. His fingers snatched at my hair, pulling harshly when I took the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked hard, ignoring the shaft for the time being. He was large, and I shivered when I remembered how he felt inside my mouth last time.

Unable to hold back any longer, I moulded my lips around him and sank down, taking as much of him as I could into my mouth, my fingers curling around the inches that I couldn’t accommodate.

“Shit Nick,” he panted, pushing his hips towards me. “Harder.”

Letting him go with a harsh pop, I trailed my tongue down the underside of him, causing a shudder to rip through him as I cupped his balls with a hand, tickling the puckered skin with my thumb.

I lifted my eyes to him when he mumbled something incoherent, his eyes narrow with lust, his teeth gnawing punishingly on his bottom lip.

“Tell me you want me.”

He was struggling to breathe, his chest heaving rapidly. He framed my face with both hands and stroked his thumbs across my cheekbones. “So fucking much.”

I watched his eyes roll back when I circled the tip of his cock with my finger, collecting the pre-cum that had pooled and used it to lubricate his ass, allowing me to slide a finger straight in. His muscles instinctively clenched around me but relaxed when I took him back into the heat of my mouth.

His lips parted to cater for his hurried breaths, his eyes closing as I sucked him softly, then hard, alternating between each pull of him.

“God you taste good,” I told him as I pulled back and placed my hands on his thighs, directing him to turn around. I shuffled backwards, moving away from him. “Bend over and palm the wall.” I had only just realised we were in full view of the window. The last thing Romeo needed on top of everything else was to be snapped fucking in his hotel room window.

He did as I asked, kicking off his trousers. He turned to look at me over his shoulder. I held his gaze for a moment, appreciating the look in his eyes, his need for me; his connection with me.

I crawled back towards him, my eyes never leaving his as I ran my tongue between his buttocks, his hole pulsing greedily under my touch. Sliding my hand between his legs, I wrapped my hand around his cock and started to stroke him slowly as I teased his arse, lubricating him with spit before pressing two fingers inside him, readying him for me.

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