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take too long, because I definitely want to eat before we leave.”
    He nodded. “I had them get you some of that chicken you like, I know you’re not a huge steak eater like the guys, so it’s out there.”
    The gesture meant a lot, and she told him so as he left the room, locking it behind him. Glad to have a few moments alone, she reached in and turned the shower on, letting the water heat up. It was very hard to get time alone on tour, especially with this many people around, and she knew she should enjoy it while she had it. Pulling her cell phone out, she set the alarm, that way she would know how long she had until she had to go eat.
    Glancing around, she made sure there were no more doors in the small room. Once she verified there weren’t, she pulled her shirt over her head and slipped out of the boots and jeans she’d worn for the concert. Stuffing them in her bag, she took off her necklace and went about removing her makeup with a makeup wipe. The best thing about showering in these facilities were that they were usually sports team facilities and the water would stay hot forever…it was getting steamy in the room when she heard a key in the lock. Scrambling, she tried to get her clothes back on before the door opened, but she wasn’t quick enough.
    “Give me just a second,” she said as the door clicked and the lock turned again.
    “Nah, just stay the way you are.”
    His voice was deep, a dark edge to it that made her freeze and goose bumps pop all over her body. It was usually that way after he’d spent over an hour abusing it on stage, giving fans exactly what they wanted. There was a dimmer in the room, and he turned the lights down so that they weren’t so bright. The muted light along with the steam from the shower cast the room in an almost dreamlike state.
    “We don’t have a lot of time, Reaper,” Hannah warned him, already breathless.
    “An hour and twenty minutes. We have plenty of time,” he argued, stalking over to where she stood, her back against the vanity.
    She felt hunted as he slowly made his way over to her. The only thing he’d removed once he’d come off stage were the in-ear monitors she’d given him for Christmas and his sunglasses. Reaper was on, full-force, and it excited her more than she dared tell anyone. It was embarrassing how quickly her body reacted to him when he looked at her like this—when he treated her like this, but it was their own little secret. Licking her lips, she put her hands against the vanity, gripping the edge, not sure at all what he wanted her to do.
    Purposely, Reaper didn’t say a word as he walked over to where she stood, paralyzed. Until he couldn’t take it anymore.
    “Watching you is one of my favorite pastimes, and I can tell from every indication that you’re turned the fuck on. The rapid rise and fall of your chest, the swells of your breasts pushing against the cups of your bra. Were you taking your makeup off when I came in? You’re eyeliner and mascara is smudged at your waterline. And shit, your hair…you must have just taken it down because it has that just-been-fucked look.”
    She closed her eyes, swallowing roughly as he crowded into her space. He slapped both of his hands on either side of her hips, clutching the edge of the vanity himself.
    “What do you say we give up the pretense of the just-been-fucked look and make it the fucked look?”
    Her breath pushed out in a loud gasp as he abandoned his slow ascent and grasped her around the waist, setting her on the vanity. “Yes,” she told him. “Please.”
    Game on.

Chapter Five
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    W asting no time, Reaper reached up, grasping her hair in his hand, tilting her head back so that he exposed her neck to his mouth, and he attacked. Pulling his mouth back from her flesh, he moved his lips to her ear, and in that voice full of gravel, he let her know exactly what he was thinking. “There’s no slow build up here, honey, it’s gonna be a one way ticket to