He lifted his head and pinned me with those deep pools of blue.

"Holy fuck, that was hot," he said. "You okay?" he asked.

"That's one way to describe it."

He rolled off me and headed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He came back and lay down next to me, pulling me into his side, and burying his nose in my damp hair. I lie there silent for a while, just enjoying the feel of our bodies wrapped around one another. I vaguely remembered him kissing my shoulder, before sleep pulled me in and the darkness of slumber took over.

Peyton

The next morning, I awoke to an empty bed. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed. Even after our marathon of sex and five orgasms, I'm still aching literally, for more of Levi Cross. I arched my back and stretched my arms over the cool expensive sheets that felt so good against my naked skin.

"Good morning, sleepy head." His voice was still full of sleep. He stepped into the room carrying a tray and sat it on the bed, before he climbed in beside me, where he'd held me just hours before.

"Wow. You did all of this?" The tray was filled with juice, coffee, fresh fruit, and flaky croissants. Yum. My stomach definitely approved.

"Well, I had a little help," he admitted. "Sylvia did everything except for the coffee and juice." He looked so proud of himself, while all I could think about was, who in the hell was Sylvia? I replayed our past conversation where he admitted to having, no wife, no girlfriend, no baby momma. I blinked a few times trying to get the sleep from my eyes and asked.

"Who's Sylvia?" I could practically feel my lip snarl, but I pushed it back down. He laughed, picked up a strawberry from the wooden tray, and held it to my lips.

"She's my housekeeper. She cleans and stocks the kitchen when she knows I'm going to be in town." He grinned. "All I had to do was make the coffee and pour the juice, and before you ask, no, she's not here. We're all alone." I guessed I could add mind reader to his list of talents, also. "Let's eat. I've got plans for you in the shower and then we have to get to the studio."

He fed me strawberries and fresh melon. Then, he very sensually licked the juice from my chin and neck. He made me feel cherished and desired. Something, no man had ever made me feel before. By the time we'd finished breakfast, my body was so alive, I almost raced him to the bathroom. Steam billowed from the shower, as we stepped inside the glass enclosure. Levi twisted around, grabbed my hips, hoisting me up around his waist, and pressed me into the cold tile of the shower wall. His eyes were stormy blue, with a look of hunger that spoke volumes of what he had in store for me.

"Do you like being fucked, Peyton?" He rasped into my ear, and his fingers dug into the flesh of my backside. I'd never really thought about dirty talk during sex, but after last night, I'd come to realize that it was a huge turn on for me.

"Oh, Levi. Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" I panted into his neck as he thrust into me so hard; he almost took my breath away. Our grunting and panting mixed like beautiful lyrics to a song, as my back moved against the tiled wall.

"Good, because I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk straight, and you'll remember me every time you sit down." Holy shit. He grabbed a hand full of my hair and pulled just enough to elicit a moan from me. His mouth nipped and kissed every inch from my ear to my shoulder. I threaded my fingers in his hair, needing to see his handsome face. My lips crashed onto his in a feverish, very demanding kiss, causing him to release a moan of his own. His thrusts became urgent and his eyes bore into mine, as we shared something between us. Something, with so much more meaning than anything I'd ever experienced, or even bargained for; and it scared me to death.

We walked into the recording studio around ten and everyone was there waiting for us. Impatiently, I might add, because they immediately went off on Levi. Luckily, for me, I was new to the group, so I was spared from the nasty insults they threw out.

"Where the fuck have you been, dude? You're over an hour late! Do you realize the kind of money this is costing us?" Jinx said, standing toe to toe with Levi. Damn. If we'd just skipped the playtime in the shower, we might have made it on time.

"Look man, we got held up. It won't happen again," Levi told Jinx, trying to calm him down. Levi had told me that Jinx was the one who had always taken care of things, and that he sometimes found it hard to let go of some of the control. I could definitely see him as a control freak. I hoped this didn't turn out bad for me. I really needed this job.

"Couldn't get it up?" Chance joked, from where he sat with his guitar cradled in his lap.

"That's not what I said! You dick-wad." Levi's face was quickly turning red.

"So, let me get this straight then, you got it up and that's what held you up?" He strummed his guitar and arched his brow with the piercing in it. Honor snorted, looked down at a notebook, and began thumbing through the pages.

"Where's Linc?" Levi looked around the room and questioned the bass player’s absence.

"Honesty's sick and he's taking her to the doctor. We'll be fine without him today.” Jinx explained the absence, before turning his attention to where I was standing quietly, trying to blend into the ugly carpet.

"There's a spare office for you to work in while we're in the studio. It's the second door on the left. You'll find everything you need, and if you have any questions, just let me know."

He started to turn away, but then stopped. "Give us about three hours and then order some lunch; have it delivered under your name. That way, the press won't catch wind of who's recording. We don't need the pap's hanging around out front.”

I nodded quickly and took off toward my assigned office. It was small, but it had a desk, a laptop computer, a phone, and even an old desk chair. I pulled out the folder that Jinx had given me the night before. The folder contained the passwords to all of their social media pages. I remembered Honesty telling me that Chance was the one that needed to be monitored most, so I logged in and pulled up his page, first.

I scrolled through selfies, pics of groupies, groupie’s boobs, even pics that he'd taken from the stage during their performance. I kept scrolling and scrolling, before it hit me. A selfie of Chance standing in front of a full-length mirror, completely naked! Yep, there he was, in his inked-up birthday suit, naked as the day he was born.

I'm not a prude by any means, and I enjoyed a naked man's body as much as the next woman, I just wasn’t sure that I could ever get the image out of my head, because, Chance might be a little shorter than the other guys, but he made up for it in other areas. His cock hung halfway down his thigh and had a huge barbell through the head of it. Holy shit! How was I going to be able to look him in the face now, and not imagine his freakishly huge dick?

My first order of business was that the picture had to go. My finger hovered over the delete button as I burned the image into my brain. Sorry, ladies. I thought to myself, just before hitting delete and watching the picture vanish before my very eyes. Damn. No one said this job would be easy. After scrolling through a few more pictures and deciding they were satisfactory, I moved on to the next member on the list.