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slut.”
    “A selective slut. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t do the exact same thing.”
    “Hell no, hooker. I’m going to do it backstage.”
    Molly moved away from the sounds of their laughter, gritting her teeth. It wasn’t news to anyone that Declan was one of the hottest men on the planet, but she didn’t need what she couldn’t have—wouldn’t have—thrown in her face.
    Suck him on stage …
    Molly suppressed a shiver.
    Then the lights went out.
    The crowd roared, stomped their feet. It was deafening. Even over all that, Molly could hear hecklers, actual hecklers, people chanting, “Soren, Soren, Soren.” What the fuck? Who would come to the show to do that, like the guitarist might magically appear if they just said his name a few times? Just as many were screaming for Declan, competing to be heard, until it got unbearably loud in the small space, frighteningly hot and close in the claustrophobic dark.
    Molly was jittery, on the verge of panic, when she heard him, and everything changed.
    When everybody heard him.
    A wild, animal scream tore from Declan’s throat as the light hit him and only him, as he seized the mic with his whole, muscled body, and owned the damn room. The place went silent but for Declan, tearing apart the opening lines to “My Sometime Girl.”
     
    “Sometime you gotta know;
    Sometime you gotta learn…”
     
    The guitar and drums crashed in and everything stopped. Molly’s heart stopped, the whole world stopped, she would have sworn time fucking stopped while she watched that man look around, looking for something, singing that song.
     
    “You dance with a man like me;
    I’ll show you what it is you need.”
     
    She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. She could barely hear the women around her, screaming, jumping up and down, sounding like they were about to come just from the sound of his voice. All Molly could see was Declan on that stage, sweat gathering on his chest, eyes looking hungry, mean, predatory. Still looking for something. The first drops of sweat trickled down his chest to his ridged abs and Molly shuddered.
     
    “You’ll burn, baby;
    You’ll burn;
    For me.”
     
    She couldn’t take her eyes off him.
    And then his eyes found her .
    His eyes pinned her in place while he sang that song. While she heard what he would do to her if she let him. When she let him. He’d said he would make her beg. He’d said he would touch her again. And now Molly felt him on her skin, her breasts, her thighs. She was wet. She was shaking. He was fucking her right there, and there was nothing she could do about it.
    There was nothing she wanted to do about it.
    I am in such deep shit.
    That was the last thing that went through her mind before the security guard pulled her away.
     

chapter 5
     
    The guy was big, beefy, professional security, which was a good thing, because he had to practically carry Molly with one hand. She felt seriously lightheaded, weak, unsteady on her feet. She couldn’t have gotten back to the main room by the same path if she’d tried; she could only hear Declan now, and the crowd, losing its collective mind.
    The security guard led her to an upstairs lounge, a place full of roadies and groupies and people with black jeans and tattoos who looked like they belonged. Molly looked around in a daze.
    “Wait here,” the security guy said.
    And then he was gone.
    What had he even looked like? Had he given her his name?
    Molly could still feel the beat through the floor, the pulsing, driving beat, and it matched the throbbing between her legs. She laughed softly to herself, because the whole thing was ridiculous, and collapsed onto a couch in the corner.
    She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to pretend she wasn’t smiling, and looked out the window.
    What was that?
    What am I waiting here for?
    Oh God, what was that?
    She was drenched. She had sweat pooling between her breasts, and she was sure she was soaking through her panties, and the