Cameron's smug grin grew wider, until it nearly took over his entire face. "Do you object to me putting my hands on this gorgeous young lady?"

Noah clenched his fists at his side, his lips pressed firmly together.

"If I recall," Cameron continued, "the last time I saw her, she was crying because you'd been acting like your usual bad-tempered self."

Noah's dark expression turned vaguely shamed.

"We worked things out." I wiggled out of Cameron's hold. He let me go with minimal fuss. "Besides, Noah said he's sorry."

Cameron laughed in my face. He stopped when he saw my confusion. "You're being serious? This asshole actually apologized?"

"I was as shocked as you are. He's not the apologetic type, is he?"

Cameron leaned close, fake-whispering in my ear. "Whenever His Royal Highness goes on a bitchy rampage, he usually sulks for a few days then pretends nothing happened."

"I'm standing right here," Noah snapped.

Cameron gave Noah a toothy grin before throwing his arms around his neck. Noah jammed an elbow in Cameron's ribs to fight him off. The bassist pulled his head down and placed a kiss on his lead singer's forehead.

"No need to be so pissy."

"Get off," Noah grunted and punched Cameron in the side. Cameron backed away with a chuckle.

"Is that why he's so touchy about me trying to feel you up?" Cameron asked me before flicking his gaze to Noah with a smirk. "Have you staked your claim?"

"Keep your goddamn hands to yourself."

Noah put an arm around my waist and led me away from Cameron and out of the artist lounge.

"Where are we going?" I asked. "I haven't even said hi to August or the twins yet."

"You can say hi later. Right now I need to get inside that sweet pussy of yours."

My heart fluttered at his possessive tone even as a pulse of arousal spiked through me.

"So you are staking your claim?"

"If that's what you want to call it."

"You think you can just drag me off like a caveman and I'll drop my panties for you?"

"Yes."

Considering the damp state of said panties, I couldn't really contradict him.

Noah opened a door that said staff only on the front. He tugged me inside and closed it. We were in an office with papers piled on every available surface, including the desk, office chair and bookshelves.

"I don't think we should be in-"

My protest was muffled by Noah's mouth devouring mine. I let my body mold against his as our lips pressed together. His tongue slipped inside, battling with mine. Any protests I had fled with the taste of his lips and mouth and tongue.

The leather of his pants pressed into the bare skin of my upper thighs exposed by my short hem. I grasped at his mesh top, tugging on it to pull it over his hand so I could press my breasts against his bare chest. He buried a hand in the hair at the nape of my neck, angling my head for a more thorough kiss.

The smell of leather and sweat and spice had me reeling. In my mind's eye I was still watching Noah on stage, his eyes alight with a dark fever, passion exuding from every pore. The spotlights had lit up his dark hair, shining down on his shoulders and creating a halo, as if he were an angel from heaven.

But this man was no angel. He was a devil, a demon in human disguise, sent to tempt me and tease me. And I eagerly, willingly succumbed.

With two hands on my hips Noah backed me up until my ass was pressed against the edge of the messy desk. With a swift motion he tugged the hem of my dress above my hips and over my head, tossing it aside. He cupped both breasts in his hands, plucking at the nipples until I was gasping and squirming.

"Take off your panties and spread your legs," he demanded.

"Someone could walk in," I said, but I did as he commanded, blushing the entire time. I was dripping wet and he'd barely even touched me.

"I don't care."

Noah dived between my legs and immediately sucked my clit into his mouth. I fought back a shriek, digging my hands into his hair. He licked and sucked at me, playing with me expertly. God, singers had talented mouths.

He parted my folds with his thumbs and delved between my lips, circling my entrance with his tongue. I tugged on his hair, pulling him closer. He darted his tongue inside me, probing deeply. I moaned, my legs trembling. He returned to my clit for long moments, then went back between my folds. I panted heavily as heat pooled in my belly.

"Come for me," he murmured. "Come for me while I fuck you with my tongue."

His words were my undoing. I groaned out loud as pleasure washed over me, my limbs going weak. I couldn't keep myself upright. Noah continued playing with me throughout, easing me through my climax. His firm grip on my hips was the only thing keeping me from falling.

When I could stand on my own two legs again, Noah pulled me to him and kissed the breath out of me.

"I could feel your eyes on me all night," he murmured into my mouth. "Made me so hard, knowing you were watching me."

"You were so hot. I wanted to pull you down from that stage and have you take me right there."

"Scandalous." His hands wandered my body, from my breasts to my ass. I moaned, the kneading and squeezing making me want him even more. "What would your friends think?"

"They'd cheer me on," I said breathlessly. "They want to know all about the kinky sex we're having."

Noah slipped one hand between my legs and cupped me. "And what did you tell them?"

I swallowed hard at the heat of his hand, shivered at the touch. "That you fuck me in public where anyone can catch us."

His fingers rubbed between my slick folds, tracing a line between the valley of my legs. "Is that all?"

I let out a shuddering breath, my head falling back. "Noah..."

He slid one finger into me. "Did you tell them how prettily you beg for me?"

I whimpered as my pussy clenched around him.

He grasped a handful of my hair and jerked my head up to look at him as he fucked me with that finger. "Did you tell them how you whine and squirm and beg me to give you my cock?"

"Yes..." I whimpered, flushing and squirming.

"Good girl." He placed a soft kiss on my lips. "I want everyone to know you're mine."

My heart pounded wildly in my chest, pulsing in time with the throbbing between my legs.

"Yes," I said hoarsely. "I'm yours."

His eyes flashed with a dark heat. "And now I'm going to give you exactly what you want. What you need."

Noah spun me around. I whimpered at the suddenness of his fingers leaving me. With a firm hand on my back he bent me over the desk, tossing all the papers to the floor in the process. I gasped at the cool air on my exposed ass and the hard, unyielding desk against my front.

"We're in public," he said. "That's step one."

He unzipped his pants, cock springing free. He reached into his pocket for a foil packet and took a moment to roll on protection. He took himself in hand, rubbing the tip along my folds, slicking himself up.

"What's next?" he mused with a dark, wicked smirk.

I let out a shuddering gasp. "B-begging."

"That's right."

With a hand between my legs, he rubbed at my clit, using his cockhead to tease at my entrance. I wriggled my hips back and forth, trying to take more of him inside. He pulled back.

"Please, Noah," I whispered.

"Not good enough." His fingers played with me expertly, wringing pleasure from my body. I rocked my hips back and forth, wanting more.

"Please fuck me," I said with a shaky breath.

He dragged his cock up and down my lips, pushing in slightly. My folds parted around him. I shivered, anticipating. He pulled back again and I groaned in disappointment.

"Louder," he demanded.

"But-"

"You know what I want to hear," he chided. Noah ran a firm hand up and down my trembling back.

"Fuck me Noah," I moaned out loud. "Please, I need your cock inside me. Now, dammit."

He pushed inside with a sharp snap of his hips. My breathed hitched as he filled me up. I bit my lip to stop from crying out and bringing attention to ourselves. He was so big. He felt even bigger in this position, with me bent over and my thighs pressed closed.

He cursed out loud. "You're so goddamn tight." He leaned forward, pressing his front to my back and growled in my ear. "Just want to use you up until there's nothing left. Until the only thing you're good for is taking my cock."

I let out a shuddering breath as my pussy pulsed and throbbed. "Use me," I begged. "Ruin me. Please, Noah, fucking give it to me."

He pulled out and slammed back inside, causing me to cry out. His cock spread me wide open as I struggled to take every inch of him. I trembled as I adjusted to his size, feeling the drag of his cock. The rough in and out, the push and pull, threatened to drive me insane.

"I need more," I moaned, squirming and rocking my hips.

Noah pulled out and flipped me over. He climbed onto the desk with me and parted my legs with his knees. His eyes were wide and wild. "Gonna fill you up so good."

"Fill me," I pleaded, clutching at his shoulders, digging my nails into his inked skin. "I need every inch of you."

With an almost brutal thrust he pounded into me. The force of it had me slamming into the desk. I choked out a cry of pleasure, completely forgetting we were in public. The louder I cried the faster he went, so deep inside me. I could swear his cock was filling places inside me that had never been touched before.

The pleasure built, taking me higher and higher. I kept begging him to fuck me, harder and harder. The desk rocked and slid across the floor, the legs squeaking against the tiles, but still he fucked into me, never stopping, never ceasing.

He brought a thumb to my clit and pressed down, rubbing in circles. I shrieked, my head thumping back against the desk as pleasure exploded through me, as my vision went white, then black.

Noah cursed out loud as his cock twitched and throbbed inside me. We both rode the waves of our release together. I shook and trembled as the pleasure intensified with every moment, until I thought I might go mad with it.

Finally it subsided and I came back down to earth. Noah was breathing heavily on top of me, using his arms to lift himself up and not crush me. I tugged him down until he was lying on top of me anyway, wanting skin to skin contact. Our chests heaved together in time as we panted to catch our breath.

When our breathing was finally even, Noah rolled off me. I sat up on the desk, feeling sheepish that we'd had sex all over someone's workspace.

"It's fine," Noah said, dismissing my worry. "This is a club. I'm sure we're not the first."

"I forgot to tell you," I said, meeting his eyes. My legs were still shaky so I had to cling to him. "Your performance was amazing."

Noah smirked.

"I meant on stage," I said. "Not that your performance right now wasn't also an experience unto itself."

"Even compared to Feral Silence?"

"Even compared to them."

"I thought they were your favorite."

I kissed him on the tip of his nose. "You're my favorite."

He wrinkled his face in disgust. "Getting sappy on me?"

"Shut up and let me enjoy the afterglow."

"We can't. Someone might try to walk in."

I blanched in horror.

After our clothes were back on and we were presentable, Noah took my hand in his. He rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Hm?"

"You look lost in thought." He gave me a careful once over. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I? I know I can get rough sometimes."

"No. I mean, yeah, it was rough, but I liked it. I like it when you lose control. Like you can't help yourself."

"You're the only one who's ever made me lose control like that."