Chapter 6

"What am I doing?" was the first thing Ohana thought when she heard the words leave his lips.

She was panicking, she hadn't imagined that the conversation would take this turn, let alone that Apollo would accept a proposal like that. The evening was yielding surprises, more than the brunette's heart could handle.

"How?" she asked, clearly lost in her own proposal, completely bewildered.

"You made me an offer and I accepted" he confirmed once again, slipping his ring finger under the thin strap. "Why the frightened look?"

Of course he was enjoying himself, his gaze didn't deny it. His amber eyes sparkled with the best of moods as he analyzed the frightened features of the woman in front of him. She certainly hadn't expected him to accept the proposal and, for Apollo, that was another victory; he always liked to be surprised.

His eyes fixed on the shining irises in front of him and, leaning forward, Apollo held out the glass to her, where there was only one last sip left.

"Need an extra boost?" the provocation reached Ohana's ears and roused her from her stupor, blinking her eyes several times before turning away and picking up her bag.

"I need to be sober," she said, knitting her eyebrows together and pressing her legs together, trying to contain her nervousness and, more importantly, her excitement.

In a vain attempt to save time, the brunette reached into her handbag and opened it, taking out a small notebook, her pen and a delicate silver recorder, pressing the button on the side to start recording the interview.

"Are you sure you're going to record this?" Apollo asked, clearly mischievous.

"I need to have your answers to transcribe later," she replied, sighing, slightly irritated by the constant malice in the star's voice.

Apollo took the last sip and poured himself some more whisky. He was, like his companion, surprised by the direction the conversation had taken, but he couldn't deny that he found it interesting, he had never talked like this with a journalist, let alone one so beautiful.

He took another sip and looked at the brunette, who seemed to be getting ready to start, looking more serious and restrained. However, seeing her put on that cloak of seriousness only made him want to tease her even more until there was not a drop of decorum left in her being, he would make that his goal for the evening.

"So... Apollo" Ohana began, opening her notebook and jotting down the first question. "You've risen in the music world very quickly, quicker than many other artists who have been in the business much longer than you. What's your secret?"

Ohana hoped that, with this question, she would find a way to go further, to talk about more personal things, to look for unpublished information, so she was hoping deep down that he would cooperate.

Apollo, on the other hand, didn't seem so keen to do so. He heard the question, lowered his eyes to the reporter's lips and then slid his ring finger down through the strap, reaching the dangerous area that began at the neckline of the red dress.

"I'll answer, although I think you can be more creative than that," he said, watching her pale cheeks blush as she listened. "I have what people want, darling…"

The answer, simple and short, was accompanied by a new approach, this time more dangerous and heated. Apollo brought his lips to Ohana's ear and, whispering, spoke again:

"Beauty, talent and daring, that got me off" then, when he stopped talking, he sensuously caught her earlobe between his teeth, exhaling deeply, making his hot breath reach the redhead's neck, which shivered.

Ohana tilted her neck slightly to the side, a gesture that made Apollo's body vibrate victoriously.

"You seem pretty secure for someone who hides their identity, why do you do that?" she got straight to the point, feeling him suck lightly on her lobe.

Perhaps the approach had been too fast, but who was she kidding? Taking the piss out of him wouldn't be a problem, especially when it would also get her the information she so desperately wanted.

"This information is more expensive..." Apollo muttered, in a hoarse, slightly slurred tone.

Then, leaving Ohana's ear, his lips reached the curve of her neck, sliding the tip of his tongue along the warm skin, where he inhaled her delicious scent, sweet and delicate, delicious to him. Then Apollo brushed his teeth against the soft skin and touched it slowly with the tip of his tongue, before sucking on it, taking her by surprise.

Ohana gasped, resting her right hand on Apollo's strong, firm shoulder and squeezing it lightly. Those touches were too dangerous, after all, she couldn't deny that she was already on fire.

"We didn't agree on prices," Ohana replied, closing her eyes.

"You're right," he confirmed, kissing her neck intensely, eliciting a hoarse, almost inaudible moan from the brunette's lips. "That means I can charge as much as I want…"

"Not exactly..." despite trying, she wasn't able to finish the sentence, as Apollo once again slid his tongue down her neck, slowly moving closer to her cleavage as he let his intense, mischievous eyes linger on her.

He had no shame as he gazed at her, licked the exposed skin and sucked hard, leaving a perfect purplish mark, making Ohana moan once more as she devoured the scene with her blue orbs, darkened by desire.

"I don't always want to be a pop star," he replied, his voice slightly muffled by the brunette's warm skin." I have another life that I prefer not to mix with this one, they're different things that need to be kept separate.

The answer was satisfactory, but the joy of getting useful information was no greater than the shock that ran through her body when his soft tongue touched the valley between her breasts, which was exposed between her cleavage. Apollo slid his tongue across her skin and felt Ohana's thin nails dig into his shoulder, while he watched her throw her head back and close her eyes, giving him a clear signal that he could continue.

While he enjoyed himself, Ohana tried to maintain the last shred of sanity she had left, but the task was too difficult. Her body responded to every touch and, in the back of her mind, she tried to blame the time she had spent without being touched by anyone for this sensitivity. However, she wasn't sure if her drought was to blame, or if Apollo had destabilized her to the point of giving herself up without even thinking about the consequences.

"Another life? So music isn't your main business? You don't make a living from it?" Ohana's tone was shaky, trembling at the touches that never stopped.

Apollo was listening carefully and, although he was clearly focused on his main task, he knew exactly what he was saying and what he shouldn't say.

His fingers curled around the thin strap and, closing in on it, he pulled, seeing the brunette jump a little from the upholstery, startled. However, before Ohana could get up, Apollo's warm, thick lips covered the skin of her shoulder, sliding down and throwing away the flap of the destroyed strap.

"What happened to the journalists' clichéd questions?" he asked, raising his eyes to the brunette, who looked at him with a victorious air.

"I don't like clichés," she replied, holding his gaze full of malice, giving up the fight for a moment and tilting her head back.

Apollo, for his part, put the glass aside, after all, now there was something more interesting to taste with his lips than whisky. Advancing a little further, he placed both hands on the brunette's waist, squeezing with some force, pulling her to him without waiting for permission.

The torn strap made her cleavage even more revealing. The side of her left breast was completely exposed and, if it hadn't been for Ohana's hand, which held part of the fabric in place, she would have been much more exposed to the masked man's eyes.

"No... Music isn't the only thing I do for a living," he replied, leaning back against the sofa as he pulled her onto his lap.

Ohana didn't refuse, on the contrary, she settled one leg on either side of his body and, when Apollo pulled her against him, tilting her hips upwards, the brunette gasped, opening her eyes suddenly as she felt the pressure of the bulge in his pants.

For a moment she thought about getting up and running out of there, things were going too far, she hadn't even seen his face. But the thought was soon gone, at the very moment when, taking advantage of her distraction, Apollo firmly grasped the black strands between his fingers and, pulling them apart, took the soft lips for himself.

Unlike what she was used to, it wasn't a tender, gentle kiss. Apollo's kiss was voracious, intense and even a little wild; it was fiery passion, all"consuming fire, not gentle love. His mouth, warm and soft, took Ohana's lips with intensity, sucking the brunette's lower lip and holding it between his teeth with such force that it hurt, but for some reason it was a completely pleasurable pain.

Apollo moved his hips again, making his cock squeeze between his pants and Ohana's legs, gasping intensely with desire, tugging at the dark strands as he watched the journalist break down little by little, surrendering more and more to him.

When she gave him space, his soft, malicious tongue entered her mouth and masterfully took her to heaven. At that moment, there was no more control or rationality, she simply gave in.

Dropping the notebook anywhere, Ohana brought her hands to the nape of his neck and, running her nails over the soft skin, she moved down to his back, scratching it hard as Apollo brought their bodies together again. Her hips moved almost involuntarily, rolling over him and drawing a hoarse moan from deep in Apollo's throat, who was surprised by the move, but loved the initiative.

At that point, he could feel the wetness between the journalist's legs, but he really wanted to feel her with his mouth.

There were no more limits, at least not for a while, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

The taste of her mouth was certainly addictive and delicious. Apollo kissed her with all the intensity he could muster, he wanted everything at that moment, he wanted to feel her thick thighs pressed against his waist, her nails digging into his skin and marking him deliciously. He wanted to feel the texture of her soft, sweet"smelling skin with his mouth, and that's what he was going to do right now.

He left her lips only to descend with his tongue towards her neck, sliding down and leaving one mark or another along the way, until he reached her cleavage, which was barely staying in place. Ohana didn't resist when he touched the hand that held her cleavage, she didn't even notice when he took it away, she was so immersed in pleasure and desire that she barely remembered where she was.

Apollo pulled hard on the second strap and, without much effort, it too snapped, so that, a few moments later, the fabric slid slowly down the brunette's body, stopping at her hips, leaving her breasts completely exposed.

His firm hands moved up her slender waist, squeezing the soft skin tightly as he leisurely explored the side of Ohana's body. He touched her as if observing a work of art and, when he reached the brunette's full breasts, his fingers closed against them, squeezing them tightly and pressing his fingers over the pink nipples, before replacing one of his hands with his mouth.

At that moment, Ohana couldn't hold back her moan, which this time came out loud and clear. It was short, thin and sly, accompanied by a movement of her hips that made him shudder with desire and slowly clamp the delicate nipple between his teeth as he brought his free hand to her ass, squeezing hard, trying to contain his own impulses.

The heat radiated between the two of them and anyone who witnessed a scene like that would swear that they had been lovers for a long time, so in tune were they.

Apollo couldn't remember when he had been so excited and completely involved with someone like that. He couldn't remember the last person who had left him with so much desire, but that didn't matter, not at the moment. All he wanted was to continue, very slowly, exploring her body with his lips and with other parts of his own body, all he wanted was to satisfy all his desire by burying himself inside her and spilling himself completely.

Crazy? Maybe, but he had never been very good at curbing his own impulses and desires.

Ohana felt her pussy hot and wet, denouncing all the desire that had been building up in her body since the first moment she saw him. Her body begged for more touches, preferably without her clothes preventing them.

But, unlike Apollo, she remembered what she had come there for, and she knew that if she didn't stop, she wouldn't be able to go back.

"And what do you do besides music?" she asked, tossing her hair back and looking at him with malice and desire.

However, before Apollo could answer her question, three knocks sounded on the door, rousing Ohana from her trance of desire.

"Apollo, we have to go" Lucian's voice sounded, but he didn't enter the room, he knew he didn't want to see what was going on inside. "Five minutes."

From inside, Apollo could hear the footsteps moving away and, with one hand still under Ohana's ass, he moved his lips away from the brunette's breasts, which were now slightly moist and her nipples swollen with excitement.

" To answer that, I need a more substantial payment," he whispered, looking at her and smiling mischievously. "That's quite an important question."

As he spoke, his nimble fingers moved from her ass to her thigh, slipping quietly into her dress, and Ohana felt a shiver at the touch. The path his fingers took was slow, but she knew exactly where they would end up.

It wasn't long before Apollo reached the side of the brunette's panties, grabbing them leisurely and playing with the fabric as he pulled them down slowly.

At first, Ohana tried to listen to the voice of reason, but it was too low compared to her ambition for an answer and the hard"on he was causing. As he looked at her with a wicked, naughty smile, Ohana slowly raised her hips, feeling the thin, lacy fabric slide down her legs as he removed her panties, which were soon in his hands and far away from her body.

When she sat down again, Apollo felt the heat return, as well as the desire, but he didn't have time and, if he touched her again, he wouldn't be able to stop. So he rolled up the fabric and tucked it away in his hand, but not before looking at the small black panties she was wearing, imagining her in them for a moment.

Then, turning his attention to the brunette, who now looked extremely shy as she realized what she had done, Apollo brushed his lips against hers, kissing her intensely once again, thrusting his hips between Ohana's legs and moaning softly between her plump lips, cursing Lucian for wanting to leave so soon.

"There are several CEOs in Manhattan," he whispered, slipping his free hand down between the redhead's legs, dipping his index finger into her pussy, moaning as he felt how wet it was, hearing a louder moan from the brunette, who rolled over again. "What are the chances of you finding me?"

Releasing her and reversing their positions, he bit Ohana's lower lip before getting up and, without another word, leaving the dressing room, closing the door.

Alone, Ohana took a long time to come back to her senses. It had been many seconds lying on that sofa trying to catch her breath and regain her sanity, but the feel of Apollo's fingers was still on her skin, as was the delicious touch of his mouth.

"How did I get to this point?" was the first thing she thought when she realized that she was now alone, in a dress with torn straps and no panties in the empty dressing room.