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nipple.
    “Seeing you in my home is so fucking arousing it’s a miracle
I’ve waited this long to touch you,” he murmured.
    I moaned, and Trevor took my mouth again. I was already
close to coming just from having Trevor kiss me and play with my nipples
through my bra. “I need you in me, now,” I insisted.
    The buzzing of my phone was not a welcome interruption, and
I decided to ignore it when Trevor pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it
across the room. His hands went to my bra clasp, freeing my breasts to his
hungry mouth. That’s when the phone started buzzing again.
    “I need to answer that,” I said on a moan.
    “Ignore it,” Trevor commanded, leaning in to take my nipple
between his lips and suck hard.
    My lips parted on a whimper, and I was seriously tempted to
listen to him, but I knew I couldn’t do that when my phone started buzzing a
third time.
    “I can’t ignore it,” I told him with genuine regret. “There
are rehearsals tonight, and there might be a problem I need to deal with.”
    Trevor pulled back and nodded his understanding. While it
was obvious he wasn’t happy about the interruption, he didn’t seem annoyed.
    I grabbed my annoying phone before the call went to
voicemail again.
    “This is Mel,” I answered gruffly.
    “Mel, it’s Leo,” the producer of Night High shot back
before letting out a hacking cough.
    “What’s up, Leo?” I asked, knowing it could be anything with
him. He’d call me if the restrooms were out of toilet paper because the ass
couldn’t call the janitorial service, or Goddess forbid, go to the supply
closet and get the damn toilet paper himself. Admittedly, I was surprised he
was calling me on a Sunday night since he did his best to avoid the studio on
weekends, and he rarely showed up for rehearsals. Leo preferred to be there
when he thought the press might stop by to ask him about his show. Leo
was a total prick.
    “We have a serious situation,” he told me. “I need you here
in ten minutes.”
    With that, the annoying little troll hung up on me.
    “I need to go into the studio,” I explained to Trevor,
looking around to see where he’d tossed my bra and shirt.
    “What’s going on?” he asked, his voice a little strained,
which made sense considering the erection still straining the zipper of his
pants. I was seriously going to kill Leo if this wasn’t something that required
my skills as head writer.
    “I don’t know,” I admitted. I would have called Leo back,
but now that he’d spoken to me, he wasn’t going to answer his phone. “It could
be some minor bullshit issue. For whatever reason, the asshole producer thinks
I’m the only person who can take care of anything.” I put my shirt back on and
finger-combed my hair.
    “I need you to be honest with me, Melina,” Trevor said from
right behind me, and even though he wasn’t touching me, I could feel the heat
of his body, tempting me to lean back into him. “Are you using this as an excuse
to get away from me? We had a serious talk—one I’m sure you weren’t ready
for—so, I can see why you’d want to put some distance between us.”
    “No,” I assured him. “I definitely do not want to put
distance between us. I may kill Leo if he interrupted what was about to happen
without a damn good reason.”
    “Okay, then I’ll go with you,” he offered.
    “No,” I responded quickly. “Fuck! That makes it sound like I
don’t want you around me, and I do. It’s just that I don’t want to deal with
all the questions your presence will bring since they will only keep me at work
longer tonight. I just want to handle whatever issue came up and get out of
there. Would it make you feel better if I offer to let you bring me dinner
tomorrow?”
    Trevor nodded, and he seemed relieved. While I’d been
tempted to try to keep the fact that I was seeing Trevor a secret because I
knew it was temporary, I’d quickly dismissed that idea. I was staying at
Trevor’s house, and as part