Platinum (All That Glitters #3)(80)

Trihn stared down at her phone in shock. Is this for real? That sounded like a much better option than returning to Las Vegas.

That would be amazing! I’ll see if the airline will go for it.

Let me know. I’d love to see you. It’s been too long!

The rest of the ride to JFK was a lesson in self-restraint. Now that she had a better destination, she was so anxious to get to the airport that she couldn’t stop the jitters.

Once she finally paid the cab and wheeled her suitcase up to the airline counter, she was practically bouncing with excitement. A ten-minute conversation with the airline proved even better than expected, and soon, she was clutching a one-way ticket to Atlanta.




A couple of hours later, Trihn was standing outside of Damon’s hotel in Atlanta. She couldn’t believe she had just flown there instead of going home.

She’d texted him that she had gotten a flight to Atlanta, and he’d sent over the hotel information. He’d said they had a morning rehearsal, and then he was just going to be chilling in his room. When she landed, she was supposed to text him, but she’d thought she’d surprise him at the door.

Trihn knocked twice. When no one answered, she knocked again.

“Fuck, I’m coming, Chloe. Give me a minute. Jesus.”

The door swung open and revealed Damon without a shirt and in a pair of dark jeans that were unbuttoned at the waist. His hair was perfectly messy, and stubble had grown in across his jawline. He looked like a sexy f*cking mess.

“I hope you don’t always answer the door for Chloe like this,” Trihn said, arching an eyebrow.

“Bloody hell,” he breathed. “You’re the best f*cking sight of my life.”

Trihn laughed right before he crushed his mouth down onto hers. He grabbed her bag and dragged her into his hotel room. Before the door was even closed all the way, Damon was peeling the layers of her clothes off her body. She was actually quite happy at the state of his undress because it made it easier just to slide those pesky jeans and boxers off his legs.

He hoisted her legs up around her waist and carried her over to the king-size bed.

“I missed everything about you,” he murmured, crawling onto the bed and rocking forward on top of her. “Your beautiful body.” His hands ran down her sides. “Your amazing lips. That voice. Say my name.”

“Damon,” she purred into his ear.

“Fuck, that makes me hard.” He roughly kissed her. His hands tangled up into her hair. “This hair. I’ve dreamed about pulling this hair.”

He knotted it in his hand and yanked until she arched her body, giving him access to her neck. His kisses traveled along the hollow of her neck to her collarbone, rubbing his chin across her skin and leaving wonderful f*cking scratches.

His dick rubbed against her, and all thoughts of the orgasm she had given herself at the sound of his voice disappeared. There was nothing like the real thing. And she could give herself a pretty amazing orgasm without his help. She opened her legs wider for him, begging for him to be inside her.

And they bucked together at the same time. Their bodies joined, and Trihn released a low moan. It had been so long. Their thrusts were measured and in sync. Each of them was desperately hungry for the other. All those days apart had just fed the ache between them.

She let loose, clutching on to his back and digging her nails into his skin. He pumped three more fierce thrusts into her and then emptied himself with a cry.

Her fingers slowly relaxed, and she pulled him closer to her, leaving several light kisses across his shoulders.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you, too,” he said into her shoulder. He pulled back from her embrace and kissed her on the mouth. “I am so glad that I suggested you come to Atlanta. I will always remember that Atlanta is a good place.”

“Best idea you’ve ever had.”

“Working up the nerve to talk to you was the best idea I ever had.”

“Then, you wouldn’t have had any of this—the single, the record, the tour.”

“You. Just you.”

The pair quickly showered off the smell of sex and then headed out, hand in hand, to explore and find some food.

Damon donned his characteristic flat-brim hat and pulled it lower over his eyes than he normally wore it.

Trihn laughed. “Afraid you’re going to get mobbed?”

He made a face. “It happens on occasion. Chloe draws a crowd.”

“I saw that.”

“What do you mean?”

“The tabloids,” she said. He frowned, but she pushed forward, “They were all over New York at every magazine stand. Kind of hard to miss.”

“Yeah. Paparazzi hound her. It’s crazy.” He scratched the back of his head. “None of that stuff is true though.”

“I know,” she said automatically. “Unless you and Chloe had somehow met before I introduced you, I think it’s safe to assume that you didn’t have a secret love affair before you went public.”

Damon looked so shocked by what she had just said that all she could do was laugh.

“People are f*cking saying that?” he asked.

“You rose out of obscurity. There must be a reason.”

“Or I just got lucky.”

“No. You’re talented. Talent recognizes talent.”