Musical Games

He’s never been kissed, and she’s about to rock his world…

Bubbly actress Sam Adamson is this close to making it big – all she needs is one lucky break. But when she lands a meeting with Hollywood’s biggest star, she blows it by blurting out a lie.

Now, she’s got ten days to write an album with a man who wants absolutely nothing to do with her.

Unwillingly swept up in her grand plan is shy virgin Jamie MacDougall. He has the voice of an angel and the body of a god, but he’s never set foot outside Scotland – or his comfort zone – and fame is the last thing on his mind.

As the music flows, sparks fly. But when the limelight beckons, Sam’s about to discover that getting what she thinks she wants might mean losing what she really needs.

By the time Sam got downstairs, Morag was making an early start on dinner. ‘There you are, love. You feeling a bit better now?’

‘Yes, thank you. Just hungry. I’ve only eaten champagne so far today.’

‘Put some raw eggs in milk now and you’re Marilyn Monroe.’

‘Is that what we’re having for tea?’

‘Sadly not. You’re going to have to put up with roast chicken instead.’

Sam’s throat tightened. Before she could stop herself, she threw her arms around Morag. ‘Thank you.’

Morag patted her back. ‘There, there, love. Everything’s going to be just fine.’

The back door opened and Jamie entered. Sam disengaged from the hug.

‘You okay?’ he asked.

‘Yeah, yeah, just trying to persuade your mum to adopt me.’

‘No persuading needed,’ Morag replied. ‘You can join Zoe as one of my honorary brood.’ She turned to Jamie. ‘Son, you still going to gymnastics tonight?’

There was a beat as his face went bright red. ‘Mum!’

‘What? It’s gymnastics tonight. Isn’t it?’

Sam failed to hide her grin. ‘Gymnastics?’

‘Och yes, he’s been going for years now. Apparently he’s quite good. But he never lets me come to their show.’

Jamie was now staring at the ceiling.

‘A show?’

‘Aye, where they demonstrate all their skills.’

‘Oh, Jamie,’ Sam said. ‘I can’t believe you don’t let your own mother come and watch your gymnastics show.’

She could see a muscle twitching in his jaw.

‘Do you have a leotard?’ she continued. ‘Ribbons? A hoop and ball? Or do you use the rope and clubs?’

He sighed. ‘Do you know how strong male gymnasts have to be?’

Her tummy did a salto-forward-tucked tumble with a half twist. ‘No?’ she replied innocently.

He lowered his eyes from the ceiling to hers. They were burning.

‘Strong,’ he replied, his tone laced with fire.

Her stomach added a salto-forward-piked turn for good measure.

She shrugged. ‘If you say so.’

Jamie looked her up and down, and suddenly she couldn’t breathe. It was like he’d stripped off all her clothes and was about to eat her alive.

‘I could show you.’ His voice appeared to have gone down several octaves.

‘Really, now?’ Her voice had gone the other way.

‘Outside.’ He strode out the back door.

Could he be any hotter? The commanding tone in his voice had created such internal heat her pants had melted and her nipples were sparking.

Morag took off her pinny and bustled out of the kitchen. ‘Come on, Sam! Now, this I have to see.’

Jamie was outside in the street, shaking out his shoulders, his jaw set with determination.

‘You don’t think gymnasts are strong?’

Sam shrugged, her heart hammering, one beat away from combustion.

‘Can you make your body tense?’ he continued.

Her mouth dropped open. Whaaaaaat?

‘Stiff?’ he asked. ‘Hard?’

‘Gah...’

He must have taken her response as a ‘yes’ as he moved closer.

‘Ready?’

She nodded. She had no idea what he was about to do, but right now she would say yes to anything.

He reached down and grabbed her, balling his hands in the bottom of her skirt and the back of her top. Before she knew it, she was lying horizontally across the back of his shoulders and he was standing. She screamed with nervous laughter as Morag whooped in the background. Jamie took a breath and she tensed.

Before she could blink, he shoulder-pressed her above his head. By now she was hysterical and convinced she’d just climaxed.

Then she was falling. He caught her in his arms and she reflexively held around the back of his neck. They stared at each other, breathing hard.

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