Obsession (Ink & Iron #1) Read Online Free

long shot. You must have some damn smooth moves, my man.”
    “Maybe.” He got up and paced the little patch of bare floor in the studio. “Or maybe she knows as well as I do that we belong together.”
    “That kind of lyric is why we have such a healthy female following. Look, the last thing I wanna do is rain on your love parade, Cole, but it might take some work for her to get over what happened with you two. Well, with you. To her.”
    His drummer wasn’t known for his subtlety. “Yeah, I know. But it’s Janie , you know? If I’m not willing to work for her…”
    “Yeah, I get it. Do your thing. Let me know if you want to get all bromance about it and talk about your feelings and shit.”
    “Fuck you, Jaden.”
    “So you said. I’m comfortable enough in my own skin to be flattered, but other guys are not this cool.”
    “Oh, really fuck you, Jaden.”
    His friend laughed. “Later, bud.”
    He hit the End button and tossed his cell onto the desk, then looked over at the piano.
    He could either hang in the studio some more beating his head against the writer’s block, or he could go upstairs and get in the shower and stroke off some of the tension in his body.
    Tension about Janie.
    Those long, lean legs and her perfect, heart-shaped ass…
    He’d spanked that gorgeous ass, and she’d loved it. He’d tied her up, played her with hot wax… Was she was still into the kink, or had that been nothing more for her than the explorations of sexually charged youth? No—he knew enough about BDSM and the power dynamic these days to look back and recognize that what they’d had was the real thing. The dynamic had been sizzling hot and the connection when they played hard had been intense. Amazing. That was something no one could ever forget.
    He remembered.
    He remembered her tied up with the long scarves she wore around her neck, on her knees on the bed, hands behind her back, every line of her bound body perfection. The way she gave herself over to him in those moments was flawless.
    His cock was growing harder as he made his way up the stairs, one hand on the rising bulge in his jeans.
    Ah, Janie…
    He moved through the living room, with its free-standing stone fireplace and the enormous window overlooking Hollywood. Down the hallway and through the master bedroom until he reached the bathroom.
    Kicking his way out of his big black boots and his jeans, he tossed them over the edge of the round bathtub that stood in the center of the bathroom under a skylight. This room was a hedonist’s delight, but all he cared about right now was getting naked into the shower with his girl on his mind.
    He stepped into the enormous pale slate and glass enclosure, which was fully equipped with multiple showerheads and body sprayers. He turned on the tap, leaving the water a little cool. Stepping under the spray, he grabbed the bar of sandalwood-scented soap and lathered up his chest, making himself wait before touching his hardening cock.
    Janie on her back, her hands clenching the sheets while he dripped hot wax onto her gorgeous breasts, her pink nipples darkening, hardening…
    Oh, yeah.
    She loved the wax. Loved a little pain. Loved being taken over. All he had to do was press on the back of her neck and she responded immediately. Usually so in control of things, she went right down when they were in those roles. So fucking sexy.
    Janie’s eyes going glassy with desire and submission as he buried his hand in her hair and pulled .
    Finally, he lowered his hand and began to soap his rock-hard cock.
    “Oh, fucking yeah…”
    He leaned against the wall of the shower as pleasure poured through his system like liquid heat.
    Setting the soap back in the alcove, he began a gentle, even stroke, teasing himself. Up and down, nice and slow.
    Janie loved to give him head that way—teasing him, drawing her mouth from stem to head, pausing there, letting his pleasure hang, waiting. Sometimes he couldn’t stand it, couldn’t wait,