The Rockstar and His Fangirl (How Not to be Seduced by Rockstars): A Hot Billionaire Rock Star Romance (5 page)

“Staffan?” She tugged on his sleeve.

Not looking at her, Staffan said, “Doctor?”

“Yes, Mr. Aehrenthal?”
 

“I’ll pay you fifty thousand dollars if you lend us this room for an hour.”

Saffi gasped.

The doctor choked.

Staffan frowned. “Well, actually make that two—no…” His gaze slid to the bed behind the doctor’s chair. It appeared comfy enough, and he had seen the nurse change the sheets right after Saffi’s checkup. “Four,” he finally decided. That should be enough to keep him from exploding with need for his wife.
 

“I’ll give you a hundred thousand dollars if you lend us this room and make sure no one interrupts us.”

Dr. Jackson looked torn. “B-but what do I say—”

“Up to you.” Staffan shrugged. “Just make sure whatever excuse you use, it will explain her screams.”

“
Staffan!”
 

But her husband was already walking to the door and opening it. “Doctor?”

The doctor hurried out of the room, leaving a wide-eyed Saffi to watch Staffan oh-so-calmly lock the door behind him, shrug off his jacket, and start unbuttoning his jacket.

“Are you for real?” she demanded.

He said seriously, “I promise I’ll be very gentle.”

A shaky, nervous laugh escaped her. “But Staffan, we could have—” She gasped when upon reaching her, Staffan immediately lifted her up and placed her on the doctor’s desk. With one powerful sweep of his hand, he had all of the doctor’s things scattered on the floor.

He made her lie on her back on the table. “I can’t wait any longer, H,” he said simply.

In his gaze, she saw need and love, so much of it, and all of it was for her. Even though her cheeks still burned with color at what Staffan had just done, she knew she couldn’t resist him, would never be able to say ‘no’ to whatever he wanted.

Curling her arms around his neck, she whispered, “I can’t wait any longer either.”

****

Outside the clinic, the doctor told his staff to wait as the patient inside suffered from a possibly contagious disease, one that could be life-threatening. Bob, hearing the doctor’s mumbled excuse, only shook his head. What was new? His boss had never been able to keep his hands off his wife.
 

Five minutes later, the screams Staffan Aehrenthal had warned the doctor about began.

“What’s that?” Annie, his nurse, gasped.

“Oh my God—”

Dr. Jackson said hastily, “The patient is just delirious.”

“Please, no more—”

“And, ah, the patient is really suffering.”

Inside the clinic, Staffan’s body shook with laughter while Saffi moaned in embarrassment, both of them having clearly heard the conversation between the doctor and the nurse outside.

“I’m not going to talk anymore,” Saffi swore.
 

Staffan’s brow lifted. “Really, H?” Pulling out of her, he gently flipped his wife on her stomach and was just as careful as he guided her legs down the floor. This was her favorite position. She was too shy to tell him it was so, but she didn’t need to, not when he knew everything about her.

Saffi found herself gripping the edge of the desk. She was nervous and excited, knowing what would come next—

“Ooooooooooh.”

She couldn’t stop herself from moaning out loud as Staffan thrust into her, his hips pressing hard against her as his thick cock filled her pussy. Dimly, Saffi heard the nurse say sadly, “She really sounds like she’s in so much pain.”

Staffan grinned when Saffi jerked in mortification at the words. Wanting to tease her even more, he reached for her clitoris, knowing she would protest because right now, the pleasure would feel like it was too much for her—

Saffi tensed when she felt Staffan’s fingers start to move, and she tensed even more when she realized where they were heading—

“Staffan, no, not my clit!”

Outside the clinic, the nurse let out a gasp.

Inside the clinic, Saffi gasped, too, for a very different reason.

****

Exactly four hours later, a gum-snapping Saffi and a satisfied-looking Staffan came out of the clinic. Curving an arm around his wife’s waist, he told the doctor, “Thank you for the use of your clinic.”

With his six-digit check in his pocket, Dr. Jackson said generously, “Feel free to use it anytime.”

Outside the train station, Bob said, “The boat’s on standby and we have your usual room reserved at the hotel. You want to ride a bike to the port, boss, or do we just walk?”
 

Staffan glanced at Saffi. “You choose.”

“Walk.”

“Walk it is.” He nodded at Bob, and taking it as a dismissal, the older man herded off his security team, knowing that the couple preferred to be followed at a discreet distance.

“You sure you’re up for this?” Staffan’s fingers laced with hers as they walked.

She said laughingly, “I’m pregnant, not sick.”

He said stubbornly, “The moment I think you’re too tired, we stop walking, no arguments.”

As they crossed the street, she noticed a cool-looking blonde gazing at them, and not in the way groupies and fangirls tended to do. “Staffan, do you know that woman?”

Following her gaze, Staffan stiffened in recognition. “She’s Rathe’s ex.”

Saffi was surprised. “Rathe actually had a girlfriend?” From all the gossip she had heard about the duke, none of it had hinted about any serious relationship.

“She was what you’d call…an example,” Staffan said curtly. “What I’m about to tell you is common knowledge, but it’s also not something Constantijin or I like to talk about.”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“I just want you to understand Rathe better. His parents have a huge age gap, and it’s something that other children used to bully him with in the past. They called him the pedophile’s son. Long story short, Marigold was one of those who called Rathe that behind his back, and he found a way to…turn the tables on her.”

The way Staffan said the last words made Saffi wince. She didn’t think she wanted to know how exactly the duke had turned the tables on the English beauty.
 

“Well, I’m glad she’s not his first love or anything because that would be just too ghastly. Rathe definitely doesn’t deserve someone like her,” she said staunchly.

Staffan dropped a quick kiss on her lips. “You are, as always, wonderfully biased, H.”

“I’m just being honest.” She paused. “But you know, I really didn’t know that he has such a huge hang-up about age gaps. Does that mean…” She bit her lip. “Nah.”

Staffan gazed at his wife in bemusement. “What?”

“Do you think—” She tried to imagine Mary and Rathe together. Her shy, unassuming
eighteen-year-old
friend and the sophisticated and analytical thirty-four-year-old duke. It was possible they could meet since Staffan had managed to get Rathe to look after her fish, and Mary’s dorm room was at the same floor as hers.

Saffi shook her head again. “Nah.”

“You’re talking to yourself, H.”

“I was just wondering…do you think Mary and Rathe…”

“No comment.”

She gave him a suspicious look. “But…really…
naaaaah.
”

He suppressed a smile at the way she said the last word, which sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than anyone else.

“They have nothing in common, so I don’t think they’d…
naaaaah.
Right, right, right?”

Staffan said diplomatically, “Let’s just say that if something happens, your friend could always sic her piranha on him.”

THE END

Thank you for reading The Rockstar and His Fangirl.
 

For old readers, I hope you enjoyed seeing Staffan and Saffi again.

The next book to come out in this series is THE ICE AROUND MY HEART (Part II of Rathe & Mary’s story).

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How Not to Be Seduced by Billionaires (Chased, Courted, Caged)
– 24-year-old virgin Yanna Everleigh finds her old-fashioned concepts of love and marriage challenged when her Dutch CEO billionaire boss, Constantijin Kastein, decides he wants her as his lover.

How Not to be Seduced by Rockstars (When Fangirls Lie, When Fangirls Cry) –
Saffi March only wants to escape her normal life by pretending to be a horny groupie for one night. But she ends up getting more than what she bargained for when Sweden’s #1 Sex God Staffan Aehrenthal takes her on tour with him.

How Not to be Seduced by Dukes (Part 1) –
To escape a horrendous fate, Mary Ashton entrusts her life to Rathe Wellesley, the 5
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“You didn’t answer your phone, babe,” were the first words she heard when Bree finally managed to extract her phone from her gym bag and answer the call. The ringtone, assigned only to a single name in her contact list, said it all. She was so going to kick herself if she didn’t answer in time.

The words sounded more cool than accusatory, but since this was Dylan Charbonneau they were talking about, Bree knew it was secretly more of the latter.

“Sorry,” she apologized sincerely, a little out of breath as she collapsed on the bench, thoroughly winded after her hour-long run on the treadmill. “I left it in my locker with the rest of my stuff while I was working out.”

Bree’s words over the phone made Dylan want to groan. It called to mind all sorts of erotic images, of the now fabulously shapely Bree in a sports bra and tiny gym shorts, her skin sleek with sweat as he took her from behind.

Somehow, ever since Bree turned eighteen late last year, his desire for her knew no bounds. Dylan dreamt of taking her virginity and fucking her hard almost every night these days, forcing him to take a cold shower way too often for his liking.

It was hell, but he knew a far worse fate awaited him if he tried to act on his needs.

Bree was special. Bree was untouchable. Bree would and should…never be his.

“Be careful that you don’t work out too much,” he cautioned lightly. “I don’t want you turning yourself into a toothpick—”

“Like the supermodels you date?” she asked with acerbic sweetness.

Dylan chuckled, the sound intimate enough to make her shiver. “Don’t be a bitch, babe. You know they’re like that for work.”

“Ha!”

“Besides, I don’t give a damn if that’s what they want. It’s
you
I care about.”

He said the words so easily
, Bree thought grumpily. Why couldn’t she do the same? Why couldn’t she just tell Dylan she loved him? They both knew he was – had always been – aware of her feelings for him anyway.

“Hmph.”

Dylan only chuckled again. “I miss you, you know.”

“Then come visit me so you won’t miss me any longer,” she said, doing her best to sound gruff. Just because the whole world knew she was head over heels in love with him didn’t mean she had to wear her heart on her sleeve all the time.

“If only I could,” he said, meaning it. He wanted so badly to fly to Florida and just be with her, but that would be suicidal. One look at a grown-up Sabrina Wyle and Dylan knew he would be on her and
inside
her, and to hell with the consequences.