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squeezed her fingers tighter until they bit
into her kneecap.
    “I guess that
means you’re not joining me?” He twisted the knob, silencing the rush of water.
    “Interview
first.” She inhaled the wet air that smelled like man and minty soap. Her
fingers shook and tingles raced over her skin, puckering her nipples and making
her toes curl. If she licked him, Sin wondered if he’d taste like mint too.
    Tate stepped out
of the giant shower, pulled a white towel off the rack, and slung it around his
hips, then rubbed another through his hair. The dark blond spikes shot out in
every direction, and she wanted to know what they felt like against her
breasts. Sin squirmed on the counter.
    “So you want to
know about my dad, huh?”
    “I want to know
everything about you.” She rested her back against the mirror and set the tape
recorder on the counter by her hip. “If you’ll tell me.”
    He ran the towel
across his chest and tossed it on a small bench beside the low makeup section
of the counter.
    This was some hotel room. And even though the details hadn’t been lost on Sin, she
was struggling to focus on anything other than the barely covered man stalking
toward her. The tattoos rippled with each step like living armor. When had he
gotten them? What did they represent? She stashed those questions for the back
half of her interview. First, she wanted the meat.
    Oh, my. And the meat.
    He untucked his towel and slid it sideways on his hip, then
slipped the corner back beneath the white fluff, but not before giving her
another glimpse of the glory that waited for her if she’d just shove her damn
tape recorder back in her purse and get to the fucking.
    No! She swallowed and stiffened her back. It didn’t matter that The Tate McQueen wanted her. She wanted
. . . needed this interview.
    “How
about tit for tat?”
    Sin inhaled as he
lifted his hand and trailed his index finger along her thigh, gently caressing
the curve from her knee upward to the hem of her skirt where it had ridden up
and revealed a long length of leg.
    Her eyes were
glued to the temptation of his fingers, so long, so dexterous. She’d watch
every single YouTube video of his fingering—knew exactly how he could maneuver
them, how well he could keep a tempo, how extensive his stamina. All guitarists
were good; he would be legendary.
    And she’d be his
first interview.
    But not if she
let him get what he wanted first.
    She yanked her
attention off his wandering finger and captured those blue eyes. “What do you
propose?”
    Sin gasped as his
hand flattened and spanned the distance of her outer thigh, pressing into her
soft flesh. Her sex clenched, and she bit her lip. No matter where that hand
went, she had to stay strong. No matter what he proposed, she had to remember
why she was here.
    His fingers
pressed high into the tight fabric, then swept low in a soft arc. “For each
question I answer, you have to answer one.”
    “That’s it?”
    A chuckle made
his chest muscles quiver. “Not enough? Alright, you also have to take off a
piece of clothing. We’ll make it a game of Strip Interview.”
     

CHAPTER
FIVE
     
    No way could she
keep her hands off him if they were both naked. She was having a hard enough
time as it was. Against her leg, his cock hardened, and he pressed it against
her. His lids dropped, and he cupped her knee with his other hand.
    Sin clenched her
fingers tighter. If he got her knees apart, she was probably a goner. “I’ll
play, but on one condition.”
    His hand rolled
over hers and up her other thigh, caressing the dark cleavage where she was
squeezing her thighs together. “Anything.”
    “No touching.”
    He traced the far
side of her skirt, finger barely slipping beneath the fabric. The warm hand
buried beneath her skirt gripped tighter, nearly sending a surge of wetness
into her hot panties. No one affected her quite like Tate. He was so manly—and
yet his artistic side was what appealed to her soul more than