Seduced (Rockstar Romance) (Lost in Oblivion) by Cari Quinn & Taryn Elliott

Author:Cari Quinn & Taryn Elliott [Quinn, Cari]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: New Adult Romance
Publisher: Rainbow Rage Publishing
Published: 2013-07-03T16:00:00+00:00

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Simon whistled happily as he did a quick turn around one of his favorite people on the block, a Latina woman in her sixties, just outside the door of the Fluff and Fold. Parts of his body screamed from even that little exertion, but he just didn’t care. “How are you doing, Mrs. Gonzales?”

“You’re up early, scamp.”

Simon shrugged. “Haven’t been to bed yet.” Well, not to sleep anyway.

She tsked at him, but couldn’t stop a smile. Comfortable lines dug grooves into a still beautiful face. “Someday you’re going to have to become a responsible member of society.”

Impulsively, he caught her hand and turned her out in a quick cha-cha step then dropped a kiss on her cheek. “That day is probably not today.”

She laughed and waved him away. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Marry me and have a dozen babies.”

“You only say that because I can’t do that anymore. When are you going to settle down with a good girl?”

“I haven’t met a woman that can compete with you.”

“Scamp,” she said again, but laughed as he intended. Just the idea of setting down made his scalp itch. “Have a good day, querido.”

Simon continued his quick salsa step on the way into the laundromat. “You too.” The night before had been wild. That blonde was probably a good decade older than him and had double, possibly triple his stamina.

There had definitely been a revenge angle working somewhere in her behavior. Hell, she hadn’t even told him her name.

“Finally. Don’t you answer your phone?” Deacon pounced, his green eyes flashing with anger and more. Was that anxiety?

Simon halted mid-samba. “It’s dead. I didn’t exactly have my charger on me.” Nor had he been able to think about his phone or his own name by the time she’d been done with him again this morning. He dropped into one of the seventies reject orange seats beside Nick, wincing as his ribs protested the all night workout and the unforgiving chair.

And his dancing.

Nick leaned over and sniffed loudly. “You stink like sex.”

The corner of Simon’s mouth kicked up. “Classy sex. The sheets were at least six hundred count.” The mattress had been as exciting as the sex, to be honest. His back felt awesome for the first time in months, minus the fact that he was still moderately broken from the fight.

“Manwhore,” Jazz muttered.

Simon nodded with a smirk. “You know you want a ride.”

“I’d need a full body condom.”

He stretched out his legs, crossing them at the ankles. “This body is pure and disease-free.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s a temple.”

He chose to ignore her sarcasm and smiled sweetly. “Exactly.”

Jazz rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched toward a smile. Nick, however, got still and silent. Gray sat across from them with his fingers laced behind his head. An empty chair separated him from Jazz.

Huh. That was unusual. Gray nearly had Jazz on his lap whenever they were in the vicinity of each other.

“If you’re finished?” Deacon asked.

Simon skimmed his hand under his shirt and pressed a hand to his ribs.

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