Free The Rockstar and His Fangirl (How Not to be Seduced by Rockstars): A Hot Billionaire Rock Star Romance by Marian Tee Page B

back so she could get to her seat.
    Saffi grabbed the throw pillow as she scooted to the side, making sure Staffan had enough space to sit comfortably. When he was seated, she held her breath, waiting for him to invite her to snuggle.
    Catching the expectant look on his wife’s face, he asked, “What is it?” Another stricken look, another twinge in his heart. Damn. This was hell. Hurry up and figure out the truth, Saffi. He had messed up so many times in the past when it came to her. This time, he wanted everything to be right.
    Saffi wasn’t looking his way now. Her back was stiff, her gaze resolutely focused on the scenery outside. But her reflection gave her away, the way his wife’s lips trembled so badly telling him she was hurt.
    His fists clenched. The urge to take her in his arms seared through him, but he forced himself to stay still. One touch – and it would be all over. One touch – and they might end up hurting someone innocent, someone he was determined to protect at all costs.
    Staffan heard himself ask, “Do you know what today is?”
    The question startled her, and she shook her head, not trusting herself to speak just yet.
    “The date really doesn’t ring a bell?”
    Saffi frowned, trying to think about what could be so special… “Oh my God,” she whispered. Her head snapped towards him, her eyes wide with incredulity. “It’s the date of your concert. The one where we first met.”
    The smile that broke over her face at the realization had his chest easing. He hated seeing her in pain, hated it even more when he knew he was the reason she was hurting.  
    “I thought women were supposed to be the ones who remembered all the important occasions,” he teased.
    “It just slipped my mind…” Her heart sang. God, it was practically having a concert inside her body. She was so happy. Surely someone who remembered stuff like that couldn’t be thinking of—
    She forced the thought aside and focused instead on the memories. “I think I lost my voice from so much screaming that night,” she confessed.
    “Well, you were pretending to be H.”
    Saffi flushed. ‘H’ was what she had impulsively chosen to call herself at that time. She had been disguising herself as one of his groupies and had even come dressed like one in hopes of catching his attention.
    The flush on Saffi’s cheeks had Staffan grinning wickedly. “Do you remember what happened on the stage—” He stopped abruptly. Dammit. He shouldn’t have brought that up.
    The words had Saffi holding her breath, and she felt even fainter when she saw the desire darkening Staffan’s gaze. His jaw was clenched hard, as if he was holding himself back.
    “I remember,” she whispered. That night, he had picked her from the crowd. He had taken her up on stage with him, had danced with her, had sung to her, and at the very end, he had made her come, with not one of the thousands of screaming fans seeing what he had done.
    He was that good.
    When Staffan made a move to stand up, Saffi knew it was now or never. She dumped the throw pillow on his lap, forcing him back to his seat.  
    Staffan glanced at her, more puzzled than anything. “What the—” He froze.
    His wife had just stuck her hand under the pillow and curled her fingers around his cock.

~ Two ~

    “Saffi.” His voice was hoarse.
    Her eyes ensnared his, not allowing him to look away and regain his composure. Saffi moved closer to him, pressing her breasts against his arm just as her fingers tightened around his cock.  
    His eyes clenched closed, a look of rampant need on his face.
    Gathering all her courage, she whispered to his ear, “I want you to take me, Staffan.”
    His teeth gnashed. God, if only that was possible. “We’re in a public place.”
    The words made her want to cry, but she refused to be so weak. “That never stopped you before.”
    Staffan tensed when he felt her fingers move towards the fly of his trousers. “Saffi, no.”
    “Give me one good