“Of course.” I urge her inside with a tilt of my head. “Close that door behind you, babe.”

It swiftly clicks shut, followed by the scrape of the lock as it slips into place. My pulse starts thumping over the implication of that sound. My girl came here for a hell of a lot more than a private concert.

The little seductress slinks over to where I’m standing with my foot perched on the amp. “I’ve always loved watching you play.” Her voice is low and raspy, her eyes full of fire. “Remember when I used to watch you in your garage for hours after school?”

“I do.” I clear my throat, picking up on a hint of mischief as I stare into those bottomless blue orbs.

She lifts a hand to my nape, her delicate touch causing the hairs to stand on end. “It used to make me so hot.”

“Did it?” My dick rises to attention, becoming uncomfortably tight in these concert jeans. I take the fingers still clutching the pick in my right hand and tip her chin up.

“Yes.” Her response is breathy.

I lean forward, running my tongue over the seam of her lips. “I knew.”

She sucks in a breath.

“Just like I know that pretty pussy’s dripping for me right now.”

Her eyes flutter closed as she slowly nods, confirming my assumption. “Want a taste?” She bites the pick, snatching it from my fingers and spitting it to the floor as she guides my hand beneath her denim miniskirt.

“Fuck,” she moans, clutching my shoulders and buckling at the knees when I pass a finger along her slit, coating it in her arousal.

“Where are your panties, ma’am?”

“In my purse.” She smiles sheepishly. “Took them off before I came in here.”

“That’s some confidence.” My tone is teasing. In truth, I love that she possesses such blind faith that she can count on me to tend to her needs.

“Mmmhmm,” she squeaks as I make another swipe through her slick folds, eliciting a full body chill to flow through her. She’s so responsive to my touch. It’s a boost my ego doesn’t need but greedily feeds on just the same.

I lock eyes with my wife’s before bringing the digit to my mouth and sucking it clean. Fuck, that’s good.

A delicate moan escapes through her slightly parted lips as she stares wantonly. There’s no hiding the fact that she’s turned on as she brazenly watches me sample her dessert.

“Sit.” The lone word is a firm command, one she’s all too eager to oblige. Her ravenous eyes scan the mostly empty room.

“Where?”

I tap my foot on the speaker. “Right here.”

Without an ounce of hesitation, she perches on the edge of the box.

“Close your eyes, love.”