“Red or black?” Kaylee dangles a hanger holding two very different dresses from each of her forefingers. Except I'm not looking at the dresses. I'm looking at Kaylee standing stark naked, her perfect body on full display. Her breasts heavy and nipples taut. The curve of her hip teasing me as she waits for my answer. Snapping out of it, I answer.

“When in doubt always wear red,” I respond, stepping into the shower.

She gives each dress another look and hangs the black one back on the garment rack. As I shampoo my hair, I watch her through the glass-encased shower. She twists her hair up on top of her head and collects an armful of bottles before opening the shower door.

“Hope you don't mind company,” she says, her eyes dropping to my growing erection. All she has to do is be within a foot of me and I can't control myself. Her voice cracks as she watches me lather body wash on my chest. “The hair and makeup people will be here in twenty minutes and I need to rinse off.”

I lick my lips as goose bumps pepper her skin and her nipples form into hardened peaks. “I only need ten minutes to do what I plan to do with you,” I growl at her.

I reach for her arm, pulling her to me. My dick is growing harder when I see how affected she is by me. Water runs in a stream over her shoulders, through the valley of her breasts, and down the apex of her thighs to the spot I want to devour over and over again.

I move her behind me, turning to press her back against the marble wall, and she gasps when her back makes contact with the cool stone. Her eyes are heavy as she watches me position her exactly how I need her, sliding a knee between her legs. She widens her stance just slightly to make room for my leg.

I drag my tongue across her collarbone, nibbling at the soft flesh as my fingers pinch a hardened nipple causing her to elicit a deep moan. “Put your hands on my shoulders,” I mumble against her neck.

Her trembling hands land on my shoulders as my palms trace the curves of her body resting on her perfectly round ass. Her eyes find mine, just as I lift her and she gasps loudly.

Our chests are pressed together, allowing me to feel the rapid beat of her heart. Her knees are spread wide, allowing me access to the very part of her I need right now. My dick presses against her warm center, and I look to her for permission.

Her head falls back as I press against her, still waiting for her to allow me into her.

“Kaylee,” I growl against her neck as she rocks her center gently across my thigh. Her arms tighten around my neck as she lifts herself away from me. Disappointment floods through me, but then she suddenly lowers herself right on top of me, and now it's me that's groaning.

“Jesus Christ, Kay,” I hiss as I fill her completely. She's seated on me all the way to the root, her tight walls expanding to take me in. “I'm not going to last long, you feel so fucking good.” I begin to thrust, fast and needy. I'm overwhelmed by Kaylee and how fucking amazing she feels.

“You said you only needed ten minutes,” she teases me.

I won't last ten goddamn minutes if she continues like this. She rocks her hips harder against me, fucking me as I hold her pressed against the shower wall. Her hands find my face, and she tilts my head up so she can kiss me. Our tongues dance with each other as she rocks her hips back and forth, fucking me. She twists her fingers in the hair at the nape of my neck as her orgasm builds. I can feel her fighting against it, but little does she know I'm ready to come along with her.

“Pax,” she pants my name over and over again as I take over and slam into her. “I'm so close.” Her eyes close and her head falls back against the marble as I continue to fill her, harder, and deeper than I've ever been before. Everything about her in this moment is beautiful. Her vulnerabilities. Her trust. Everything.

“Just feel it, Kaylee,” I say as I thrust into her one last time, filling her to the hilt. She wraps her arms around my neck tighter as her entire body comes undone. Her thighs shake around me, and her entire body writhes between me and the wall, and I finally lose it along with her, filling her with my release.

I slide out of her, gently setting her to her feet. She steadies her wobbly legs and finally looks up at me with wide, innocent eyes.

“What are you doing to me?” I whisper.

She chews on her lip and her lips twist into a perfect smile. “The same thing you're doing to me.” And that is when I fall head over heels for Kaylee Rose Burton.

* * *

“Don't be nervous,” I whisper in Kaylee's ear as her death grip on my hand tightens even more as our limo approaches the theater. She has barely said two words since we left the hotel, but I can't keep my eyes off her. Her hair is styled up with a few locks of soft curls bouncing around her shoulders. She looks stunning in the fitted red dress that displays every fucking perfect curve of her body.

“Don't be nervous,” she mocks me. “I want to hurl right this second and we're not even out of the car yet.”

As we roll to a stop, the back door of the limousine opens quickly. I glance to my left and give her hand a little squeeze. “This is easy. Just smile. Don't answer any questions. Remember everything Kenneth told you.” She inhales sharply and offers me a tight smile. She's so out of her element, but goddamn it, this is exactly where she's supposed to be.

With me.

I offer her an encouraging smile in return. “Ready?”

Wit is her trademark, and I'd expect nothing less from her in this moment. “As I'll ever be.”

“Then let's do this.” I slide out of the back seat carefully, never dropping her hand. The moment my feet hit the ground, the yelling, screaming, and flashes of light begin. I raise my right hand to offer the press a short wave as I help Kaylee exit the car as gracefully as possible in a floor length fitted gown.

She pulls herself tightly to my side as she puts a giant smile on her face. She's made for this. Her red lips are pulled to perfection as her eyes twinkle in the light bulb flashes.

“Kaylee!” The yells begin for her now. Security ushers us slowly down the red carpet to the step and repeat backdrop where we’ll stand for pictures.

“Keep smiling, Kaylee. This is where I want you to focus on one thing and don't take your eyes off it. The lights will blind you if you try to look at the cameras.”

We step up to the wall, standing in front of a giant image of my face from the movie poster. Kenneth stands off to the side, waiting to take us to the press line.

He arrived in a separate car just ahead of us. A clipboard pressed tightly to his chest, he smiles proudly as Kaylee does exactly as she's been told. Kenneth works the press line like a pro, getting me in and out in less than ten minutes.

“That wasn't so bad, was it?” I growl in Kaylee's ear as we're ushered to our seats in the theater.

With a small laugh, her lips pull upward. “Maybe for you. For me it was pure torture.”

“Get used to it. This is the first of many,” I respond, reassuring Kaylee that this is exactly where I want her. By my side. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever? I shake the thought from my head and turn my attention to the screen just as the lights begin to fall.

* * *

The applause is startling…humbling actually. Cheers, whistles, and hoots fill the theater as the credits roll. My heart pounds and my cheeks flush at the standing ovation. Kaylee leans in and presses a sweet, long kiss to my lips. “Simply amazing,” she says, her soft lips brushing mine as she speaks.

“You think so?” I ask, and she nods her head swiftly.

“Except for that part where you were naked in bed with that—”

My laugh cuts her off. “I like it when you're jealous. It's cute.”

“Not jealous, just—” She pauses, thinking about how she's going to position this.

I answer for her. “Jealous. And I love it.” I've been throwing that love word around a lot today, and it's totally unlike me. She rolls her eyes and smirks. Kenneth weaves through the crowd, his head bobbing up and down through the mass of people. When he finally reaches us, he wraps his hand around Kaylee's arm, tugging her gently toward him.

“I'm going to take you with me to the green room. Everyone wants to congratulate Pax, and it's safer there.”

I know exactly what he means by safer. Safer from the press. Safer from Kendall, who's lurking nearby, and safer from the overwhelming atmosphere that movie premiere's entail. Kenneth senses Kaylee’s unease, and honestly, the faster I can bullshit with these people, the sooner we can be out of here. The people can be stifling. I appreciate Kenneth looking out for Kaylee, and I shoot him an appreciative glance.

I pull Kaylee to me, wrapping my arms around her waist. Her entire body hums at my touch. I can't wait to be buried inside her again in a couple of hours. I grow hard thinking about the way her entire body quivers when she comes, or how her back arches when I slide into her.

I drop my forehead to hers, and she closes her eyes. “Go with Kenneth. I won't be long.” She sighs and kisses the side of my mouth. “And in no more than two hours, I want those lips wrapped around my cock again.”

“Pax,” she hisses and slaps my chest jokingly.

“I'm serious. I want all of you, Kaylee.” Her lips, her body, her heart. What the fuck has happened to me?

“Then all of me you'll have.” She pulls back, her eyes finding mine. She could tell a million stories with those eyes. I see her fear, but also her sincerity. She's like no one else I've ever met. Kenneth reaches for her arm, pulling us out of our moment.

“I'll take good care of her. Now go mingle.” He pats her arm and waves me off. I watch him guide her toward the side exit of the theater, and I’m anxious to get this over with so I can get back to my girl.