Gabriel undressed and followed her into the shower, watching as she washed. He smiled and pressed her against the cool tile, slanting his mouth against hers, pressing his slick, naked body against hers. His hands wandered down her side and up to cup her breasts. She moaned so he thought she was enjoying herself.
Oh, what would Mark think when he learned what she did for a living? And with the man he so despised?
She mentally shook her head at herself. What did it matter what Mark thought? They hardly knew each other. He claimed he only wanted to hear her thoughts about a few pieces of music. How could she possibly offer any insight to him—the amazing musician he was?
She kissed down Gabriel’s chest and knelt, taking his long cock into her mouth. Maybe he’d be content with a blowjob and leave. She stroked him as her mouth followed, glancing up. His eyes were hooded, and he watched her with a soft smile on his face.
He was a handsome man, with a charismatic smile and charm about him. He was thin but not skinny, a little under six feet tall. His shoulder-length dark hair was pulled back into a low tail, though some had come loose and glistened with drops of water.
There were worse men to spend time with.
He ran his hands through her hair and groaned as she sucked hard on him. She cupped his balls and massaged them gently as he groaned.
He pulled her to her feet and turned her to face the wall. Slowly, he guided himself into her body and she moaned. It did feel good; he was gentle and caressed her ass as he thrust in and out of her.
He murmured something in Spanish and kissed her shoulder as his thrusts grew deeper. She arched her back and leaned her cheek against the tile as he pounded into her. Finally, he grasped her hips hard and groaned. She closed her eyes and parted her lips, letting him think she was enjoying it more than she was.
She hoped he didn’t notice. Probably wouldn’t. Men didn’t care if their partners enjoyed themselves or not.
“Aye, amore, that was wonderful,” he said as he softened and slipped out of her body.
She turned and gave him a sultry smile. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she said in a soft voice, gazing up at him as Geoffrey had taught her.
He cupped her cheek and kissed her gently, trailing his hands down her chest to her breasts. “Next time I will have to spend more time enjoying your gorgeous body.” He kissed her again. “But I have an early morning tomorrow and must go.”
She turned off the water and handed him a towel before grabbing a second one from the linen closet.
He dried off and dressed. “I enjoyed that very much. I will visit you again sometime soon.” He took her hand and kissed the back of it.
“I’d like that.” She wrapped a towel around herself and followed him out to the entryway.
He kissed her cheek. “Soon,” he said with a smile and disappeared through the door, closing it softly behind him.
She sighed and headed back to the shower to clean up before going to bed. It hadn’t gone as terribly as she’d anticipated. Though she didn’t think she could ever go to a concert ever again. Not after tonight.
Not that she’d been planning on doing so anyway.
Nineteen
“Tellme about this woman who changed your perspective, Mark,” Maestro Novak said with a wicked grin as the photographer and Sam discussed some details nearby.
Mark stared at the Maestro. “I don’t know much about her.”
“Yet, she got through to you.” He chuckled. “She must be a special girl.”
Mark shrugged. “I don’t know much about her,” he repeated. He didn’t want to talk to the man about Emily. He still didn’t like that he’d replaced Maestro Pavolini, but throughout the week his respect for the man had increased ever so slightly. Emily’s insights had been a huge part of that.
“I met an amazing woman last night,” Maestro said, his expression turning ecstatic. “She made my body sing like a teenage boy’s.”
The last thing Mark wanted to do was learn about the maestro’s sex life. “That’s great.”
Fortunately, Sam and the photographer turned back to them and the photo session began again.
By the end of the session, Mark had to admit the guy had a sense of humor. When the photographer wanted a few serious photos, Maestro would say something under his breath and Mark would burst out in laughter. Sam shook his head and frowned at Mark.
After the photographer finished, a journalist from a national magazine interviewed them. Mark could honestly answer he was getting used to Maestro’s new ways. It wasn’t a complete lie when he said it would be a great first season.
After they finished, Sam appeared at his side. “Wanna grab some lunch?”