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she blushes as she begins rambling. “It’s crap, isn’t it? I just wanted to write a song for you, and in my head, it sounds good. I just have to get everything right. I didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t want to come off as a fucking cheeseball. I should have waited and prepared more. I’m sorry, every time I try and write something myself, it ends up coming out sounding like eighties shit-schlock . . .”

“I think it’s amazing.”

My quiet declaration cuts off her self-defeating rant before she can even get warmed up, and she looks up at me, her eyes full of hope. “You think so?”

I nod, getting out of my seat and walking up on stage. I reach out, taking her hand. “Roxy, it’s not a ballad, but I heard it. I heard the beat. I can see you singing that in front of like, fifty thousand people. It’s great. Two things, though.”

“What?” Roxy asks, and I chuckle.

“Let’s get a drink first. I feel like a good one right now.”

Roxy nods, and I lead her over to the bar, going behind to start mixing. “I’m not a bartender, but I know my way around a kitchen or bar.”

“I’ve noticed that,” Roxy says, her eyes full of curiosity. “What are you making?”

“The evil version of the Little Mermaid,” I say, adding in a second shot of Curacao. “When Nathan first tried it, it knocked him on his ass.”

I add a splash of maraschino cherry juice, and Roxy hums. “That’s not gonna be blue.”

“Nope,” I agree, shaking up the mix and pouring it into two martini glasses. It comes out just the right shade of purple, and I grin. “We call it The Ursula.”

Roxy laughs and lifts the glass. “So I was so bad that you need to get me wasted to numb the pain?”

I shake my head and raise my own glass. “No, a toast. To you and to Heartstopper.”

We clink glasses and sip, and the drink is just as strong as I remember. Roxy gasps, setting her glass down. “Shit, now I know why you only give a martini size. Whooo!”

“Yeah, I’m not trying to get you sloppy drunk,” I agree, setting my glass down. I come around the bar, sitting down on the stool next to her. “So, about the song . . .”

“Yeah?” she asks, and I reach out, putting my hand on her warm, smooth thigh, my body thrilling as the feeling of having her so close sweeps over me.

I pull her closer, taking her hand and putting it over my heart. “You have to know something. You’ve stopped my heart, too. In fact, you’ve captured it.”

Watching Roxy’s face, I can tell when it hits her what I’m saying. “You mean . . .”

“I mean I’ve fallen in love with you, Roxy. You want my heart? It’s yours.”

I place my hand on Roxy’s chest, just like in her song, and I feel the rapid thrumming of her heart. She feels as fragile as a hummingbird. Roxy steps closer, pressing her body up against me. “Jake . . . I love you too.”

I stroke my hand over Roxy’s breast through her top, her nipple quickly hardening as I lower my head, kissing her soft lips. There’s a hint of the curacao and cherry on her breath as our tongues wrap sinuously around each other, Roxy moaning into my mouth as I stroke her nipple through her dress, her body pressing against me as our hunger rises.

“Oh, God, Jake . . . I need you,” Roxy whispers, and I can hear in her tone that she means more than just for a good fucking. I lift her up. She’s so light that putting her on the bar is easy. “What are you . . .?”

“Having dessert,” I tease, kissing along her neck. I find the zipper on Roxy’s dress, and I love the tension that builds with every click of the tiny teeth as I ease it down her back, my fingers exploring and stroking her sensitive skin. “Mmm, never done this before.”

“Done what?” she half moans, sighing as I suck on the hollow at the base of her throat.

“Sex on a bar,” I joke, pulling her dress down her body. As soon as her breasts are exposed to the soft light, I devour them, sucking hard on her right nipple as I pinch and tug on its twin, Roxy gasping and clutching my head to her as I feast upon her curves. “Lie back.”

Roxy looks at me in wonder as she leans back, but it’s not quite wide enough, so I twist her body, glad we’re on a corner of the bar. Laying her back, I lift her skirt, enveloping my head in shadows as I kiss up the inside of her thighs. Roxy trembles, and I love that she can’t see anything, just feel, as my tongue traces over her skin, moving higher and higher until I’m licking the edges of her panties.

She groans as I trace around them, moving closer and closer to where she wants “Jake . . .”

The first touch of my tongue to her pussy makes her jump, and I’m ravenous as I taste her, my cock throbbing in my pants as I pull the cloth to the side and slide my tongue inside her.

Her hips are shaking, thrusting against my quick tongue as I trace up and down her slit, sucking in between. I slip my tongue as deep as I can inside her, wiggling it and feeling her pussy clench around me before I pull out to flick the tip of my tongue over her clit. Roxy reaches down, grabbing my head again as she grinds her pussy against my mouth, pulling my hair. It’s another thing I love about her. She’s a woman who knows what she wants when it comes to sex, and she isn’t going to just lie there for me.

“That’s it, baby, that’s how I like it,” Roxy moans as I nibble