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with our business arrangement.”
    “It won’t.” Desire stole through him, heating his blood as he stepped forward and reached for her. “Trust me.” Hell, he would have said just about anything at that point.
    Placing her palm on his chest, her arm straight out, she shook her head. “I do trust you, but we haven’t knocked out our business arrangement yet, so as much as I’d love to…” She wagged her brows at him. “We need to wait until that’s done.” A big yawn escaped her. “And I’m exhausted right now, smokey.”
    Her calling him smokey had the same effect as throwing ice water at his groin. He stepped back, nodding. “That’s probably a good idea.”
    She grinned. “A wise idea, but not much fun for either of us, right?”
    With a laugh, Dax picked up his duffle bag from beside his guitar on the floor. “I appreciate that you’re thinkin’ straight right now, because I’m acting on impulse only.” His cock wanted to lead him to her, take her tight against him, and kiss her senseless. “Which bed is mine?” He gave her a look, letting all his desire for her show in his gaze. “For now?”
    Sucking in a breath, she shivered. “Wow, you’re making this difficult.” She pointed to the bed on the right. “Yours.” Opening a tall panel between the nightstands, she pulled out a thick, black curtain, sliding it along the track in the ceiling. When she got to the opposite wall, she peeked around it. “Give me a solid six hours of sleep, then we’ll get down to business.”
    “Oh, yeah?” He grinned at her double meaning. “Sounds good to me.”
    She shook her head. “Oh smokey, you’re gonna be a handful, aren’t you.” Rolling her eyes, she groaned. “I’m just blathering out all kinds of double entendres.” She left the curtain open a foot. “Let me brush my teeth, then the bathroom’s yours.”
    He dropped his bag on the floor and sat on the bed. The window covering was the same as the thick curtain material, attached on both the top and bottom. It would most likely be pitch black in here, even on the sunniest day. Could he get used to this lifestyle? Riding around the country, performing, then riding some more?
    What if Marilou invited him to be her opening act? They’d ride around together, spending their nights in one of these beds, naked and sweaty, using their mouths on each other, riding each other into screaming orgasms. “Shit.” Thinking like that wouldn’t help him get his erection under control.
    The bathroom door opened and he waited until her light went out. Grabbing his kit, he headed for Marilou’s side of the curtain, taking a quick look at where he could barely make out her form under the covers in the light spilling from the bathroom. Would she say no if he got naked and slid in beside her? She might not, but he’d feel like hell taking advantage that way.
    In the bathroom, he unzipped his jeans and let his pulsing shaft free, seriously considering a cold shower. He wanted her like no one he’d wanted before. Gazing at the reflection of his eyes in the mirror, he stood for long minutes, thinking. Was it because of her stardom? Because he’d admired her for years? Or was it just her, the woman, intelligent and sensual, and on the same sexual wavelength as him?
    When he finally plopped down onto his bed in his underwear and turned off the light, he listened for her breathing, but the curtain acted like a wall between them. Then his mind switched to practicalities. “Aw, hell.” He didn’t have any condoms.
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    Dax woke when the bus’s forward movement stopped. He peeked out the window at the gas station then slipped into his clothes and boots. Using the light from his phone, he found the edge of the curtain and slid it open a few feet.
    “Dax?” Marilou’s voice came quiet and soft.
    “Want anything from the gas station?”
    “Yeah.” Her light snapped on and she sat up, a T-shirt the only thing between his gaze and her lush breasts. “Get