Whitaker is quiet as we head back toward home. Home. I never thought I would think of his house as home, especially after only a couple of days, but I do. Well, at least the turret is home—my home. I want to go back, slip into the beautiful soft white and blue space that is all my own.

I should probably be offended that he doesn’t want me with him, and I was at first. Now? I kind of like having a place to call my own.

“You’re quiet,” Whitaker observes as the car eases onto the freeway.

I hum, glancing at the cars headlights behind us in the rearview mirror. They seem extremely close, which causes me to frown.

“They’re paparazzi. I’ll lose them,” Whitaker offers. My heart skips a beat at the thought of them following us, especially so closely. “Talk to me,” he demands nonchalantly, as if there isn’t someone following closely behind us.

“I liked your friends,” I offer as a way to appease him.

He snorts. “Yeah, but that’s not it.”

“There’s something you’re hiding. Are you going to tell me?”

He hums. “It seems we’re both hiding then, aren’t we?”

The car jerks to the side, taking the closest offramp. I keep my eye on the paparazzi behind us, until they’re unable to follow us any longer. Whitaker takes a few turns, and suddenly the car comes to a complete stop.

It’s pitch black around us, the clouds are even covering the stars. “Come here,” Whitaker demands.

I don’t pretend to play coy. I know he wants me to climb onto his lap and straddle his thighs. Kicking my shoes off, I do just that. My knees press into his seat, and I hope I’m not ruining the soft leather.

His hands immediately wrap around my upper thighs as soon as I’m in position. He shoves my dress up and I freeze, lifting my hands to hold onto his shoulders.

“Tell me, Stassia. You won’t keep things from me. I will not allow it,” he growls.

His fingertips dig into the cheeks of my ass and he pulls me against his lap. I can feel his hardening cock against my bare pussy and I whimper, wishing he would allow me to have panties. This is too much.

“I miss dancing,” I cry out.

Whitaker freezes, his eyes finding mine in the dark. The only glow we have is from the dash of the car. I wish I could see him better, but this is all we have. “That’s all?” he asks.

I nod, biting the corner of my lip. He smirks. “You can dance, for me.”

“For you?”

His smirk turns into a full-fledged smile. “Yeah,” he grunts lifting his hand to tuck some hair behind my ear. He moves his fingers to the back of my hair and grabs ahold of the strands. “I want to watch you. Slip on your pointe shoes, and dance naked for me. Just for me,” he rasps.

I suck in a breath at the pure eroticism of his words. “What about dancing in the company?” I chance asking on a whisper.

He shakes his head, his fingers tightening in my hair. “No, Stassi. I want my little girl dancing just for me. Nobody else. You’re mine now, all of you. I’m selfish, I don’t share and that means your body moving like only you move. That is all for me,” he explains.

“Whitaker,” I breathe.

He angles my head to the side, his lips slamming against mine. His tongue fills me when I open my mouth in surprise. The kiss is hot, wet and short. He nibbles my bottom lip breaking the moment.

His eyes meet mine and I hold my breath, waiting to hear what he has to say. Obviously, there’s something he’s hiding.

I debate not telling her anything at all. In reality, I don’t have to. However, I’m demanding her to be transparent and I need to do the same. How can I order her to trust me and give me all of herself, when I don’t do the same?

“I was optioned for a lead in a four-movie series. I’ve been thinking about it all day and I’m going to take it,” I admit.

She stays silent. Her eyes search mine, and I see something unreadable cross her features. I wait her out, wishing I had taken my cock out so we could have this conversation in a bit different position.

It feels like a lifetime since I’ve been inside of her, I’ve never felt like this before. Never needed to be inside of a woman as badly as I need to be inside of her.

“Four movies. I didn’t realize you acted,” she whispers.

Moving one of my hands around to between her legs, I stroke her clit. Her breath hitches and her eyes widen. This conversation cannot be had without me touching her, or maybe any conversation between us can’t be without some kind of touch. I feel addicted to her body.

“I don’t. I’m trained, my mother made sure of it, but I preferred modeling,” I explain. “The casting director contacted my agent directly with the offer,” I explain. “Typically, I would turn it down. This feels different though, I think I need to do it.”

She gulps, then nods with a moan escaping her pretty pink lips. “Lift up a little,” I instruct. She does and I shift my hand around, sliding a finger inside of her while I press my palm against her clit.

“I’m scared for what this means,” she admits.

I move my finger, fucking her tight pussy, grinding my palm against her clit and enjoying the way she starts to pant. It’s sexy as hell.

“Look at me,” I demand. Her eyes find mine, at the same time her hips roll and move as she searches for her pleasure. “I will protect you. I will keep you with me, and you will not be left to the wolves, I swear it, Stassia.”

She nods, lowering her head, her soft lips touch mine. It’s a sweet kiss, hesitant, shy and yet, it’s the best kiss I’ve ever been given. She keeps her mouth on mine, breathing into me as she continues to roll and buck her hips searching and eventually finding her release.

Stassia throws back her head, crying out with a sob as her pussy clenches around my finger, pulsing and attempting to suck it in. I watch, enjoying just how downright gorgeous she is when she comes.

Then I smirk, because I’m about to make her do it all over again, except this time with my cock inside of her instead of my finger.