Despite the obvious fact that we both longed to get ourselves off to somewhere more private, Teddy and I stayed on the rooftop for hours. He wanted to make the most of it, and I'd promised social media photos.

I played the role of photographer, and the two of us slipped back into familiar, light-hearted banter.

"The light from the building next door is casting an unflattering shadow across you," I said, gesturing for him to reposition.

"Thanks for the compliment."

I tossed him a wicked smile. "Just thinking about your follower count. Don't want anyone to feel like you're no longer worthy of a place on their newsfeed."

"Would it help if I took off my shirt?"

I called his bluff. "Might be worth a shot."

"Nah. Don't want you getting all hot and bothered again, Soph. Might affect your photography skills."

Once satisfied that we had enough photos to work with, Teddy took a few selfies and a video. He seemed so at ease behind the camera, like a true professional, and that became even more apparent when he offered to snap some solo shots of me for my blog.

I agreed—you never knew when they would come in useful—but I struggled to exhibit the same confidence as him. For five minutes or so, he darted back and forth, rearranging my limbs and suggesting how to pose. He never once made fun of me, nor made the process anything other than professional.

After I'd had enough, we messed around together behind the camera, knowing those photos would never see the light of day.

*

At midnight, we tipped the bartender generously—'we' being Teddy—and then called the lift. I'd almost forgotten about the security team, who emerged from the shadows at the sound of the ping.

Two men travelled down first, and we waited for the car to return.

"You must have been so bored," I said to Mark. "We lost track of time."

"It's his job, Soph," Teddy said. "At least he could enjoy the view."

Had he seen us kiss or noticed us dancing? It shouldn't have mattered—Mark knew exactly what was going on between us—but it was a stark reminder that no matter how alone we felt in public, there would always be someone watching, even if it was just his security team.

The doors opened and we stepped inside, leaving behind the final two men who would wait and take a third journey down. It was all so strategic, and I briefly wondered if there had ever been a moment where Teddy had felt in danger or if it was just the nature of us being on top of a high building, with just one escape route, that made him more vulnerable.

As the lift kicked into action and we slowly descended, Teddy's earlier comment crept into my mind and my imagination began to wander. Legs wrapped around his waist. Hands in his hair. Shoved harder and harder against the cold, metallic wall with each long, powerful thrust...

It may have been midnight, but I didn't feel tired—quite the opposite—and when I glanced at Teddy, he was already watching me.

"Thinking about it?" he asked with a twitch of his lips.

Mark had his back to us, his attention focused on the double doors ahead, but I still played coy.

"Thinking about what?" I replied.

Shaking his head to himself, Teddy just smiled and averted his gaze back to the front of the car. Perhaps he did have boundaries when it came to Mark, after all.

*

We slipped into the hotel and up to the top floor unnoticed, Mark resuming his usual position in the corridor. Teddy and I paused outside his door. He leaned against the frame, sliding his hands into his pockets with a relaxed yet mischievous smile settling on his face.

Waiting for me to invite myself in.

Unable to help it, I glanced at Mark. He was staring straight ahead, seemingly ignoring us.

"Don't worry about him," Teddy said, his voice low. "I told you... He's discreet."

His arm curled around my back, urging me closer, and as soon as I set my focus on him, I forgot all about our company. The air between us crackled as my eyes drifted over his face, drinking in the sharp lines of his jaw contrasting against the soft plumpness of his lips.

When I lifted my gaze up to his, I caught him studying me in the same way, eyes smouldering with heat, and an excited chill crept down my spine. Without a word, he tipped his head towards his door, and I nodded in response.

Silence followed us inside as Teddy closed the door, the light click echoing around the room, an audible promise that what happened within these walls would stay within them.

Hairs prickled on the back of my neck, fire blazing through my veins, as I turned to face him. His eyes dark with hunger, Teddy lifted a hand to the base of his throat, fingers closing around the knot of his tie.

"No," I breathed, reaching to catch his wrist. "Leave it on. For now."

He raised an intrigued eyebrow, lips twitching almost imperceptibly. "You really weren't kidding, hm?"

I stepped backwards, meeting the wall behind me as I raked my gaze down his body, from the broad shoulders encased in the dark jacket, along the thin strip of black tie lying against the crisp white of his shirt, and eventually settling on the bulge protruding within his trousers.

"Not even a little."

With a swift stride towards me, Teddy closed the gap between us and planted his hands on either side of my head, caging me against the wall. I tilted my chin upwards to look at him, my heart hammering against my ribcage.

"Just so we know boundaries," he said, his voice dangerously low. "Kissing... Still off limits?"

I swallowed, my mouth drying as he leaned his hips into me, his erection hot and hard between my thighs. Deciding not to answer him with words, I stretched up against his tall body, slanting my lips over his.

He responded instantly, hands leaving the wall to cup my face, his soft lips hungry and persistent against mine as I melted against his towering frame. With a groan, he drew my tongue into the heat of his mouth, hips driving into me with force.

Breaking from the kiss, I tilted back my head to rest against the wall, struggling to catch my breath as Teddy's hand left my face to slip under my dress. The pad of his thumb brushed delicately over the bundle of nerves between my legs. I whimpered, my fingers latching onto his broad shoulders beneath his jacket, clutching the fabric of his shirt as my knees quivered.

When he pressed his thumb harder against me, my hips jerked, and I pinched my eyes shut. With the lengthy build-up over the course of the evening—the dancing, the dirty talk, the smouldering looks, the secretive smiles—I teetered so close to the edge. I needed only the tiniest push to send me hurtling towards ecstasy.

So when his touch left me, I choked out a frustrated gasp. My eyes fluttered open to see Teddy tearing off his jacket and sinking to his knees, darkness cloaking his sinful expression as he stared up at me. For a fleeting second, I considered the surreal situation I found myself in: one of the world's most famous popstars about to go down on me.

But with my body blazing with arousal, that thought soon became lost in a sea of desire where it didn't matter who the fuck Teddy Stone was—it just mattered that he was about to bring me intense euphoria.

Sliding his hands along the outside of my thighs, he bunched the material of my skirt and dragged it up to my hips. The cool air of the AC unit drifted between the burning junction of my legs and I writhed against the wall.

"I thought you said you'd get me off quickly..." The breathless words tumbled from my lips.

Teddy hooked a finger on either side of my underwear and lowered it slowly down my thighs, over my knees, and along my calves until he reached my ankles. I stepped out it and kicked the scrappy lace aside before he could take his sweet time about that, too.

"You accusing me of being cruel?" A deliciously seductive edge accompanied his question, like he was daring me to say yes.

Against my better judgement, I took the bait. "Prove me wrong, then. Put me out of my misery like you promised you would..."

A smug half-grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as he peered up at me, his large hands curling gently around my ankles.

"Ask me nicely."

He knew I wouldn't. Not yet. He was well aware that it wasn't in my nature to beg for it, not when I'd spent weeks denying any attraction towards him, insisting we could only be friends.

With a deep chuckle, he dragged my left ankle outwards, then did the same with my right one, leaving my legs spread wide in front of him. Completely exposed, I whined in agony as I stared down at the unbearable gap between my aching core and Teddy's mouth.

Just as I reached out for him, though, his hands caught my wrists, fingers gripping me firmly as he planted my palms against the wall.

"Keep them there."

I exhaled an incredulous breath, simultaneously turned on and frustrated. "Are you trying to torture me?"

Soft lips glided over my stomach, roaming south but then withdrawing as he passed my hips. My fists clenched at my sides, and Teddy's eyes darted towards them. When he lifted his gaze to look at me, quirking an eyebrow in warning, the throbbing between my legs intensified.

Slowly, I relaxed my fingers, flattening them against the wall. An appreciative smile played at his lips, and I trembled under the energy of the power play.

I'd known the night would end in sex, but I'd imagined it to be fast and desperate and rushed, both of us unable to hold back once in private. Yet just like he'd done the other night, Teddy had slowed things down, prolonging the foreplay until I was putty in his hands.

The erotic sight of him, dressed in that mouth-watering suit, on his knees in front of me, proved a visual stimulus too intense for the extended torture he was inflicting on me. I shut my eyes, hoping that would revive an element of my absent control.

It didn't. With my vision gone, every other sense heightened. The ticking of the alarm clock and the whirring of the air-conditioning unit made me painfully aware that I couldn't hear anything from Teddy. But his spicy cologne, masculine and intoxicating, lingered in the surrounding air, the only indication that he hadn't moved.

A warm, humid breath floated between my legs and I shuddered, my fists instinctively clenching again with the need to grip onto something, even if it was my own palms.

The heat disappeared, replaced by a sinfully low and dangerous tone. "If you don't do as you're told, you'll be waiting much longer for that orgasm you're chasing..."

Fuck.

Hot. So, so hot.

Unbearably.

I splayed out my fingers again, and my heart rate quickened as it powered searing blood at double-speed to every extremity in my body, the loud thumping echoing in my ears as I waited, and waited, and waited...

Just as I was about to curse him, his tongue darted across my clit, and I cried out, my gut clenching, the tension climbing to dizzying levels.

Then the warmth faded away again, and the tension that had been on the brink of exploding coiled into an even tighter spring, straining to be released. A whimper escaped the back of my throat, but I didn't dare move. As much as I found the waiting game frustrating, the intensity of it stroked a darker desire deep within.

"Ed?"

"Mm, you okay?"

That simple question almost tipped me over the edge—proof that no matter how much he teased me and how much he wanted to exert control, he would not go beyond what I could handle.

"Yeah, I'm good, I just—ah, fuck!"

His mouth sank between my legs, tongue twisting hard against my clit, and that tightly coiled tension shattered, releasing a toe-curling blast of suppressed pleasure that surged in hot waves along every vein in my body. I cried out, nails scratching against the wall, knees trembling as they fought to keep me upright.

When I eventually came down from the blinding high, I opened my eyes to see Teddy rising to his feet, his fingers steady on his belt as he threaded the leather strap out through the buckle and tugged it loose from the loops.

"I need to warn you," he said, tossing his belt aside. "This isn't going to be my best work."

Despite my fuzzy head, I couldn't resist my own attempt at taunting. "Do you always manage expectations before fucking a girl?"

His expression darkened as he dropped his trousers and kicked them away before lifting one hand to pinch my chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"I am going to fuck you hard and fast first, because I need you too badly to take my time. Then long and slow afterwards until you can't take any more. Okay?"

My gaze drifted to his boxers, fixed on the sight of his thick erection straining against the tight fabric.

"Soph?"

I lifted my eyes, and Teddy quirked an inquiring eyebrow at me.

"Are you okay with that?" he asked, his voice softer.

"Yes," I said, dropping the attitude to prove it. "I am. But first..."

Without breaking eye contact, I sank to my knees and hooked my fingers beneath the elastic waistband of his boxers. Flames licked his blue irises as he watched me, his jaw clenching. My lips twitched at the early signs of his own frustration rising to the surface. Could he dish it out but not take it?

Unable to help myself from teasing some more, I cocked my head to the side as I peered up at him angelically.

"If I let you fuck my mouth first, will you be able to hold off for longer than five seconds?"

His eyes narrowed. "That is a very brave thing to say when you're on your knees with a wall behind your head."

Despite my recent orgasm, heat surged between my legs at his dark words, the hint of a delicious threat thickening the charged air between us. I dragged down his boxers, his rock-hard erection springing free, and a guttural groan escaped Teddy's throat, the first indication that he was on the brink of relinquishing control.

As I wrapped my fingers around the base of him, his hand planted against the wall high above my head, his face burying into his arm. The vision of him so vulnerable to my touch was beyond erotic, but I knew what he'd want more—what I'd want more.

Reaching up, I grasped both of his hands and directed them to my head, encouraging his fingers to slide into my hair. Teddy's throat rippled with a hard swallow as he stared down at me, but caution swam in his darkened eyes.

"Soph..."

It was a warning, a chance for me to change my mind, and his concern only turned me on more.

"I can take it," I said. "Promise."

With a tiny nod of acknowledgement, his fingers tightened in my hair, and he urged me forwards. I locked my lips around his tip, running my tongue over it to taste the saltiness leaking out, then eased him deeper into my mouth.

"Fuck, that feels good."

I moaned, my lips vibrating against his silky flesh, and he shuddered, jerking against my tongue. By the way his hands tugged at my hair, I could tell he was holding back. Maybe he didn't think I could take it, regardless of what I'd promised. My fingertips digging into his hips, I sucked him deeper, inch by inch, until he hit the back of my throat.

It triggered a low rumble from his chest, and he withdrew from my mouth sharply, before sliding in again, his hands pulling my head forwards to meet his thrust. I pressed my thighs together, moaning again, and the vocal confirmation of my own enjoyment seemed to ease any residual concerns.

As wetness gathered between my legs, his hands and hips worked in sync, controlling the pace, dominating my mouth. His thrusts were shallow but rough, like he wanted to test if I really could take it before he let completely loose on me.

After one final rock of his hips, he pulled out, his fingers leaving my hair to reach for his wallet.

"Stand up and take off your dress."

I clambered to my feet as I watched him roll on the condom—something that was usually so unsexy seeming so erotic.

When I eased the straps of my dress over my shoulders and pushed the fabric down my body, I became hyperaware of every inch of exposed skin that Teddy's eyes landed on. Goose bumps flared across each limb, hairs standing up on end.

Not looking away from him, I slowly reached up behind my back for my bra clasp, pausing to gauge his reaction. A small, imperceptible nod of approval, followed by a deep groan as I tugged it over my arms and let it drop to the floor. His eyes, laden with an intense hunger, raked over my body.

"Soph, your body is..." He trailed off, and then his lips tipped up, momentarily dropping the act, and I caught a familiar glimpse of the cheeky guy who'd earned my friendship over the course of this tour. "This is why I'm not going to last long during our first go."

I mirrored his smirk. "Join the club."

Taking a step closer, he settled his hands at the sides of my thighs, his grip tightening before he lifted me and nailed my back against the wall with his hips, my legs locking around his waist as my fingers latched onto the stiff material of his shirt collar.

Although he'd promised hard and fast, he lined himself up and eased into me at such a blissfully slow pace that I felt every inch of him stretching me to a delicious, eye-watering limit that I didn't know existed.

"You okay?" he rasped down my ear, the words strained and gravelly as they vibrated against my skin.

"Mmhmm... Are you?"

"Mmhmm..."

And so ended the polite conversation. He slid out, then slammed into me, my back scratching against the textured wallpaper, my nipples scraping against the soft cotton that clung to his solid chest.

With every rock of his hips, he rammed into me harder and harder, my knuckles whitening as I clutched his shirt, my thighs quivering as they clenched his waist. Hot, ragged breaths mixed with primal grunts rumbled down my ear, each thrust rougher than the last, reaching depths that had never been touched.

When his movements became faster, wilder, more frantic, that previously released tension coiled inside me again. And this time, he wasn't in any position to hold it off, to tease, to prolong... He pounded into me, coaxing my climax back to its previous heights, and I shattered around him, my cries muffled by his lips slamming onto mine, my mouth swallowing his own groan as he stilled inside me.

Our panting breaths tangled together as we came down from the high, my legs weak around his waist, my body held up only by his hips pinning me to the wall.

"If that's not your best performance..." My sentence trailed off as I closed my eyes and tilted my head forwards to rest against his shoulder.

A deep chuckle vibrated through his chest, and the response that followed promised so much in so few words.

"You can decide for yourself later."

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