His jaw a hard line, he said, “One of the execs was about to put the moves on you.”

“What?” Molly shook her head. “Fox, I only spoke to that brunette. No one else paid me the least attention.”

Fox raised an eyebrow. “Like I didn’t at Thea’s party?”

Oh. “You know I’d never—”

“I know, but that doesn’t mean I’m rational about it.” One more kiss before he slid her oh-so-slowly down his body, the friction exquisite.

Molly rose on tiptoe to follow his mouth as he pushed off the wall and straightened to his full height. Knowing what she did of his internal scars, she hated that he’d worried about losing her for even a single second. “Don’t go.”

“Molly.” Stroking his hands down her body, he palmed her ass and they indulged themselves in one another for long minutes.

Her lips deliciously kiss-swollen, she resisted when Fox took her hand to lead her to the living area of the suite. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

His eyes dropped, a very satisfied, very male smile on his lips. “I think you should stay sticky.”

Making a face at him, she ducked into the bathroom off their bedroom and had a lightning-fast shower, hair pinned up. She was just about to step back out clad in the plush hotel robe when she heard voices. Hesitating, she looked down at her robe. It covered her neck to ankle, but it was still a robe and she didn’t know who was out there.

It only took a couple of minutes to find a change of underwear and a summery dress— Underwear! Her face burned as she realized her clothes from the party were currently in a puddle beside the elevator.

Mortified, Molly took a baby step outside the bedroom as soon as she was dressed, hoping no one would notice her in the large suite. The first thing she did was glance toward the elevator. No clothes. When Fox winked at her as soon as she turned in his direction, she knew he’d thrown the incriminating evidence somewhere where Noah wouldn’t immediately see it.

The blond guitarist wrapped his arm around her shoulders when she got to him. “Why, you’ve changed, Molly.” A sniff. “Showered, too. How interesting.”

Molly elbowed him, having learned by now that while Noah could be glacial and distant at times, he also had a wicked sense of humor around people he trusted. Sometime in the past few weeks, Molly had fallen into that category. Now, laughing, he pulled her close to plant a kiss on her cheek. “Fox’s been telling me all about the benefits of having a girl of his own.”

“I think you’ve had more than one girl,” Molly said as Fox grabbed a seat in one of the midnight-blue armchairs by the large plate-glass windows that formed two corners of the suite, then held out a hand.

No longer shy around the other members of the band, she slid into his lap.

Noah grabbed the facing seat. “I may have had one or two”—dark gray eyes dancing—“but I’ve never had my own girl.” The slightest hesitation before he continued. “Didn’t seem worth the bother. No offense, Molly, but having a girl of his own is a lot of work for a man.”

She arched her eyebrows. “Oh, really?”

“It’s not like Fox can pat you on the ass and say ‘nice ride, honey,’ then show you the door when he’s done.” Grinning at her narrow-eyed look, the guitarist leaned back in his armchair. “No, he has to talk and listen, and when you get mad, he has to grovel and make it up to you.”

“You might grovel,” Fox drawled, spreading his fingers on Molly’s back. “I, on the other hand, apologize manfully and sex Molly into forgiving me.”

“You’re both as bad as each other.” Scowling at her rock star and his unrepentant friend, she got up off Fox’s lap. “I’m going to order room service. I don’t think my palate was refined enough for the canapés downstairs.”

“What the hell were those orange things?” Noah kicked out his jean-clad legs after she’d passed by to grab the menu sitting on the lovely little carved table a few feet away.

“Fish eggs,” Fox told him. “Expensive shit.”

“Tasted like it, too.” Both men laughed before Noah turned to her. “Can you order me a burger, Moll?”

“Sure.” Glancing at Fox, she said, “They have pad thai.”

A groan that had her digging her bare toes into the sumptuous champagne-colored carpet, her body sensitized to the sound of his pleasure. “Order me two plates.”

“Two?”

“One thing we’ve learned—the ritzier the hotel, the smaller the portions.”

“Yeah, make that burger order a double, too,” Noah said. “Throw in a couple of beers.”

The elevator intercom dinged on that statement, and when Molly pressed the button to answer, it was to find Kathleen on the other end. After the way the band and Kit ended up at their place more often than not these days, Fox had predicted their suite would become the natural gathering spot after the party, the reason he’d pulled strings to make sure they ended up in the penthouse. Not only did it have a huge living area, it had a separate dining room. Molly hadn’t even known there were hotel suites with dining rooms until she’d walked into this one!

Now, pushing the button to allow Kathleen to ride up, Molly waited until the stunning actress arrived, then held up the menu. “Want to add something to the order?”

Slipping off the mile-high heels she wore with her short and sparkly blue dress, Kathleen came over. “I’m starving. Those canapés looked so tempting, but did you taste any?” She shuddered, placing her glittering purse on the table. “I should know by now—A.J. always goes for pretty over edible at her parties.” Having scanned the menu as she spoke, she pointed to an item on the second page. “The grilled swordfish with vegetables. Makes my mouth water just thinking about it.”

Molly scribbled her choice on the notepad beside the phone and was about to pick up the handset to place the order when the elevator dinged again. Kathleen walked across to answer it, letting up Abe. Who wanted a steak, a big one. Grabbing Kathleen as he said that, he bent her over his arm and kissed her full on the mouth. “You realize your very nice tits are about to fall out of that dress.”

“Please.” Kathleen patted his ripped chest. “I’m sewn into this thing. Just like you are into your T-shirt.” She tried to pinch the black fabric between her fingertips. “Could it be any tighter?”

It was interesting, Molly thought, how Noah’s eyes had locked on that byplay, which, despite the subject matter, had held no sexual innuendo whatsoever. Abe might as well have been talking to a sister. “Did you all abandon David?” she asked when Abe dragged a chair from the bedroom and flipped it to sit with his arms on the back.

“He took off an hour ago.” A shrug of Abe’s heavily muscled shoulders. “Said he had to pick someone up at the airport.”

Hmm... After placing the room service order, adding in a few extras because she knew how much the men could pack away, she ducked into the bedroom and sent a quick message to Thea. Are you in the country? Did you get a flight? Her sister had flown to London to handle a situation for a client there, become stuck in England when flights were grounded because of a storm.

Finally. Spending a couple of days in New York, was the return message. Just waiting for my luggage now. Damn memos.

Molly stifled her laugh. Have fun. xoxo

When she walked back out into the living area, it was to see Kathleen perched on the arm of Fox’s chair, all toned legs and tumbling hair. The child of a pillow-lipped Venezuelan supermodel and an American tennis ace now considered a “silver fox,” there was no doubt Kathleen had hit the genetic lottery, her parents’ genes combining to give her a breathtaking and exotic beauty.

She was laughing at something Fox had said, and at that instant, they were the embodiment of the perfect celebrity couple.