“I’ve been watching you,” Felix fucking Fitzgerald snarls against my lips.

I nearly laugh.

Felix fucking Fitzgerald has been watching me?

I’ve been watching him. His dumb action movies. A few of his dramas, even.

I even have tickets with a few of my girlfriends to see his Broadway play next month.

And apparently, I haven’t just been watching him professionally, either.

As he pushes me back onto my couch, that much becomes readily apparent once again.

The dick at the Birmingham.

I could recognize that bad boy with my eyes closed.

But if you would have told me that the dick at the Birmingham belonged to Felix fucking Fitzgerald…

Yeah, no. I would have laughed in your fucking face.

He moves over to me, stepping out of his jeans. He lost his shirt at some point in the make-out session that ensued in the time it took us to get to my living room from my front door.

His cock—his gorgeous, perfect dick—is clenched in his fist. It looks harder than ever, and it’s looking right at me.

I know what comes next.

The screaming.

The thrusting.

The moaning of each other’s names while he presses his manhood between the dewy, delicate petals of my musky flower.

All that bullshit.

Instead, he says it again:

“I’ve been watching you for way too fucking long, babe.” And then: “Show me that ass.”

I do it, too. I don’t even think twice. Thinking twice is for people who don’t know what the fuck they want, and I know exactly what’s on my wish list right now: him.

“God,” Felix purrs as I position myself on the couch, doggy-style. He grabs the meat of my ass and spreads my cheeks, which makes me damn glad that I’ve been hitting the gym lately. “What a perfect fucking ass.”

I could tell him the same about his frankly, but I don’t. That’s the thing about fucking a movie star, I’m quickly discovering. They always seem to know their next line.

And me? I’m pretty sure if I talk to him right now, I’d be going off script.

“I’ve been dreaming about this ass of yours, Quinn.” He smacks it like it’s done him wrong, and while I don’t have anything to say about that revelation either, I do manage to moan for him. “Do you have any idea how fucking hard this ass makes me?”

I don’t, actually—not until he shows me. Felix positions himself behind me on the couch and presses his cock against my ass.

He’s so fucking hard.

A diamond would fucking tremble.

I hiss as he presses the tip against the tight pucker of my ass.

I want it. I want it bad. He’s huge and hard and thick and throbbing, and I don’t even care.

I’m going to let Felix fucking Fitzgerald do whatever he wants with me.

Anal included.

Anal with Felix fucking Fitzgerald?

You bet your ass I will.

But just before he takes me…he stops, grabs me by the throat from behind and presses a wet kiss against my ear.

“No,” he growls. “Not here.”

And that’s how I end up naked against my bedroom window with Felix Fitzgerald’s dick in my ass.

He gives it to me nice and slow at first, holding my waist with one hand and his cock with the other. He feeds it to me inch by inch while my nipples press against the window pane and my every breath comes more ragged than the last.

“Goddamn,” he grunts. “So this is what it looks like for you, huh?”

“Mmmmm,” I say back, because that’s how far I’ve gotten to actually talking to this dude so far.

“Look at you, you fucking tart. Is this where you’ve been watching me from, Quinn? I know you’ve been looking…Christ, you’ve been staring at my dick for the better part of a year now. Did you think you were going to get all of that for free?”

He rams into me. We’re not doing the nice and easy thing anymore.

He’s going mean and hard and—fuck.

I like that even better.

“I’ve seen the way you looked at me, Quinn. Like a dirty fucking slut who needs to be taught a lesson. Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s impolite to stare?”

I blink twice then gasp as Felix’s palm connects with my ass again. He thrusts his cock a little deeper, and the moment that his slap reverberates against my skin, I clench up and pull him deeper.

“That’s it. Good slut. Good whore.”

His hand smooths down my back now, making me shiver. Behind me, his hips are finding a rhythm as he eases the last few inches inside me.

It feels fucking amazing.

It feels like flying and falling and orgasming all at once.

And when he finally gets himself all the way into my ass? Balls fucking deep?

Then it’s like every moment of the last year crashes together all at once.

“YES!” I scream. “FUCK MY ASS, FELIX FITZGERALD! FUCK IT LIKE YOU FUCKING MEAN IT! MAKE ME YOUR FUCKING WHORE!”

I hear him chuckle as I lose it. I’m going crazy against him, bucking my hips to try and force his rhythm faster. Moaning against the windowpane where pretty much anyone across the street at the Birmingham can see.

Orgasming—oh god, I’m totally fucking orgasming.

I’ve never felt so happy in my fucking life…and that’s before he reaches around to stroke my clit while he takes my neck in his teeth.

After—hours and fucking hours after—we’re lying in my bed together, totally spent. I’ve got my cheek against his thigh with his cock right there—up close and personal. Any closer, and he’d be inside me all over again.

We smell like sex and victory, and I’ve just finished telling him how insane he’s made me. The better part of a year with nothing exciting in my life but spending money and staring at his dick? Any girl would have gone mad in my place.

“Have you ever thought about getting into film, babe?” he asks, brushing hair away from my face.

“I can’t act,” I laugh.

“I don’t believe that. But if you wanted a new business…”

I smile at his cock. “A film studio? Don’t you get enough work without fucking your producers, babe?”

“Mmm. I do, in fact. But it’s a different type of film studio that I have in mind. Have you ever heard of…the male gaze?”

I kiss his thigh as he tells me all about it.

A female-focused film studio…

I don’t just love his dick now, I realize.

He’s got a pretty sexy mind, too.

It’s exactly the kind of way I’ve always felt that life and art should both play out…

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