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hair spilled out
over the sheets, her body flushed with pink eagerness.
    “Take me,
Gage. Rock my world,” Kate urged in a whispery tone, her eyes holding his for a
time-warping moment. She watched as he fisted his thick long cock and lined in
to her quivering slit. He brush-stroked the cap over her sex, causing the
moistness to drip faster and more copiously. They both groaned.
    The lights in
her eyes dimmed and there was a shaking in her limbs as Gage slid his length
halfway into her snatch. Her wetness welcomed him with a smooth, purposeful
entry that had them both gasping. He was big, lord he was so big. He filled her
tightness to overflowing, making her yelp at the stretching sensation. Pleasure
from pain…such a potent equation
    Kate’s
fingers clenched tighter on the sheets and with a grunt, Gage suddenly slammed
in to the hilt with a drilling force. Kate cried out in ecstasy…
     
    * * *
     
    Shooting from
the pillows with a gasp, Kate came awake. Her whole body was shivering and there
was a strange ache in her deepest womb. Blinking, she placed her hand against
her belly as she went over that long, heated dream – one of many she’d
been having lately.
    Fantasies of
being taken by Gage had filled her every sleeping moment ever since that night
weeks ago. He’d rung the chauffeur whom Kate found waiting at the front of the
hotel to take her home. Riding in the back of the limo, she’d closed her eyes
and seen the image of Gage’s face; his slightly mocking smile as he’d said
goodnight.
    “We could
have made such beautiful music together,” he’d said. “Too bad we were much too
good at saying goodbye…”
    Suddenly, she
remembered that those were the lyrics to one of his hit songs. A song about
heartbreak, despair and destruction. His music had always been so poignant yet
strangely comforting. Because somehow, knowing that someone out there
understood your pain and sang about it, made it seem like you were not alone.
    Kate felt the
loneliest she’d ever been though, as the driver took her farther away from
Gage. It was three a.m. when she finally let herself into her apartment. She
peeled out of her clothes and padded into the bathroom, knowing a warm shower
would help her sleep after such an eventful night. The concert, the backstage
meet and greet, and finally the after party at the hotel bar and then up in
Gage’s room. She thought of Gage’s stirring words of desire… I want you to
stay. I want your heat, your passion …
    Kate
shuddered beneath the warm spray, hugging her arms about her frame as she felt
tears sting and mingle with the cascade falling down her face.
     
    * * *
     
    Now, weeks
later, Kate was faced with even more of a dilemma. She arrived at work to be
told by her boss that there was “good news”.
    The article
had been a success; that much Kate knew. It had felt anti-climatic when the
issue had come out a week ago to rave reviews about her Gage Stevens feature.
Her employers for one had been thrilled by the outcome.
    “You wrote
with such heart,” said Ursula, the editor-in-chief. “I could feel you two’s
connection in every line. I’m glad now we took the decision to give you the
interview. You showed more spunk and vibrancy in this one article than in all
your other writing for this magazine combined. Which is the basis of why you’re
getting this next assignment.”
    “What
assignment?” Kate asked, already dreading what was coming. Turned out her every
misgiving was correct.
    Now they
wanted to force her into yet another awkward situation. She was to travel on
tour with Gage, documenting the experience.
    Kate’s first,
spurring instinct was to refuse the task – an option she knew she dared
not attempt. For one thing, Ursula was taking the Gage Stevens matter very
seriously – so seriously, that she was asking Kate to drop every other
project and focus on getting ready for the tour commencing in a week’s time.
    “I’ve talked
to Gage Stevens’ people and