Free The Bass by Moira Callahan

soon became an audible sound of damp flesh slapping to damp flesh.
    Cateline’s eyelids slowly lowered, and she bit her kiss swollen lower
lip. “Look at me,” he demanded. It was more a growl than anything else, but it
worked.
    Her eyes snapped open, and she met his gaze squarely. Glazed, and
slightly unfocused, she stared up at him. Desperate need written all over her
face.
    “You are mine,” he told her.
    Cat’s lips parted on a breath, and then she arched up with a scream. Her
internal muscles clamped down hard around his cock. A sensual vise tormenting
him for each push and pull. Finally he couldn’t stand it a second more, and let
himself go.
    Her name tore from his throat in a strangled sound. Shade’s body filled
the condom as he collapsed over her quivering form. Pressing a kiss to her jaw,
he let her go to wrap his arms around her. When her own arms slid around his
sweaty shoulders, he buried his face to her neck.
    “Mine.” The nearly soundless word from her shook him to his core.
Squeezing her closer, Shade stroked a hand over her shoulder in slow circles.
    This was only the beginning. She was back where she belonged: with him.
He would do whatever it took to keep her in his life, and to show her how truly
special she was to him. Cat was, after all, his everything.

 
    Chapter Eleven
     
    For the next month Cateline floated on a cloud. Both at work, and during
her weekends spent with Shade. He’d arranged with the other guys to keep the
weekends free as much as they could manage. Their manager, Christine, was on
board, too. Something about a happy Shade was a productive Shade.
    Cat couldn’t argue with that since Shade was definitely happy, and he
had helped the band write another three songs since she’d come back into his
life. She wasn’t conceited enough to believe it had anything to do with her.
She did seem to be helping with relaxing him, but that was as far as she’d go
with accepting his productivity.
    Not that the songs were yet ready for public consumption, but they were
definitely coming along. Only one weekend hadn’t gone quite as planned. The
guys had been called into the studio to lay down another track because the
previous one had something on it making it unusable. With their tight schedules,
they’d had to do it over the weekend.
    Cat hadn’t minded in the least. She’d gone along to see what they did
during a session, and learned a lot about the process involved in turning a
first inkling into a full-fledged song. The bonus was being able to watch the
guys working smoothly in studio which had actually been rather interesting, too.
Quite different than when they were out on stage. There was still that wild
energy there, but in a more mellow way. They joked around, played with
different sounds and notes. They had fun. From the band members to the crew
working the sound boards were not exempt from the hilarity.
    Setting her travel mug down next to her computer, she quickly shrugged off
her jacket, and stashed it along with her purse. A quick glance at the schedule
showed no changes by her boss to his insane day. He had back to back meetings with
staff members up for review for the next three days, including one with her as
well. With that unsettling thought in place, she quickly checked the voicemail,
and her emails for anything he needed to handle before collecting the hard copy
files for all the staff on the morning docket, and headed into his office.
    To alert him of her presence, she gave a quick knock at the partially
open door and then stepped inside. When she’d first started with him she would
have waited for him to acknowledge her. A huge time waste since the man more
often than not had his phone surgically attached to his ear. The only time he
didn’t have it strapped to his head was when he was face to face with someone.
    Simon Ackerman was old fashioned in some ways. He believed that when he
was talking to someone, the sole attention should be in that moment and on