Looking at my phone, I let out a relieved breath. I just got the text from Nion that he’s sitting in her apartment, watching her father freak out and pace the floor while she makes them breakfast. I’m a little jealous she’s cooking for him, but with the fucking storm that’s brewing, I can’t pull him from watching over her, even if I want to.
She’s supposed to be mine and only mine. I know I should have told her who I am, but for once, it wasn’t about how much I make, what movies I’ve been in, how big my house is, or who I’m fucking this week. It was just about me and her.
I rub my hands over my face right before sitting in the makeup chair.
“You can’t do that once I put your foundation on,” Macy, the makeup girl, scolds, looking at me in the mirror. I nod and relax back in my chair. Seeing the trailer door open, I watch the two people I want to send on a one-way trip to the moon, Skylar and Andre, walk in.
“Good. With Macy doing your makeup, we can talk and you can’t.” Skylar smirks at me. “Nion finally got to England and is with Emma,” she tells me, something I already fucking know. “Apparently, she’s worse than you at listening to instructions. At least you picked a good one this time.” Her eyebrows go up, knowing I can’t answer. “The studio says these retakes should last till Sunday. Your next movie starts shooting in two months. I’m assuming you are going back to England once this is finished. I’m going to search for houses with security there so you and Emma can hash out this battle in privacy.”
“Not going to London. Taking her to Scotland,” I inform her.
Her eyes go wide before she covers it and continues. “There was a press release issued this morning asking for privacy and also shooting down those ridiculous pregnancy rumors. I mean, I’m assuming you wrapped that shit up and aren’t that stupid.”
“Watch it,” I growl then close my eyes, thinking of the time I made her mine, knowing I didn’t have shit between us. I didn’t want anything separating us when I claimed her.
We had just gotten back from that coffee shop we met at. I sat on the couch and made her straddle my waist. The minute she sat on me, my cock sprang into action.
I ripped her ponytail holder out from behind her head, making her hair cascade around her face. Her forehead touched mine.
“I have to say, you’re so fucking hot.” She smiled at me.
“You think so? Funny thing, because I think you’re the most beautiful person to ever walk the earth. You’re an angel.” I leaned forward, nipping her lip, knowing she’d open up for me the minute I was near. My tongue slid into her mouth, claiming her as I always did. Her kisses destroyed me. They consumed me. I knew once my cock got in her it’d be the end of me.
She angled her head to the side so I could devour her more. With her hand on the side of my head, I moved my palms from her ass to her tits. So far, we’d gotten hot and heavy over the clothes. I wasn’t rushing her, because I was sure she wasn’t as experienced as I was, but I had to feel her skin.
My hands moved down to the hem of her T-shirt, snaking under the fabric. Her skin was soft like silk. The minute I touched her, I felt goose bumps all over her. I was waiting for her to say no, waiting for her to finally say not yet. But she didn’t. Instead, she pulled back, looking me in the eye while she peeled the T-shirt off herself, leaving her in a white, cotton lace bra. Her pink nipples were straining against the material, waiting for me to pinch, to roll, to suck.
I pulled back the bra cup, letting her nipple come out, its bud peaking with little bumps all over it. Looking right into her beautiful eyes, I leaned in, taking her nipple straight into my mouth, biting it a little before sucking it in. My tongue circled it slowly. I knew it was driving her crazy, because her head was thrown back and her cunt was pressing down on my rock-hard cock.
Moving my head to her other breast, I tortured it the same, except I nipped it while rolling the other one between two fingers.
She was so responsive to me. She ground herself up and down on my cock, my zipper straining and my dick ready to bust right through.
He hands were in my hair, where she pulled at it to raise my head so she could attack my mouth. I let her take me, all while I tortured her nipples. I pulled, I pinched, I rolled, and I squeezed, and the heat from her pussy almost melted her pants.
I took a gamble by trailing down her stomach, where I popped the button on her jeans, lowering her zipper. The matching panties peeked out. I wrapped my hand around her waist and flipped her on her back, my lips never leaving hers.
Once I had her sprawled out, I pulled back and looked at her. Her lips were swollen from my kisses. The bra under her tits pushed them higher, her nipples wet from my mouth.
“You need to tell me if this is okay.” I looked down at her, waiting while I held my breath.
She nodded, but I needed to hear her voice. I needed to hear her want for me.
“Words, Em. I need words.”
“Yes, Liam.” She palmed my cock over my jeans in her small hand.
I leaned up, ripping off my shirt. I knew I looked good. I was paid to look good, but the lust in Emma’s eyes meant more than all of that.
I pulled her pants off her, with no patience whatsoever, throwing them behind me. Getting to my knees on the floor, I brought her ass to the edge of the couch.
“I smell you from here.” I traced a finger down her panties, feeling the wet spot. She wasn’t bare and smooth like everyone else I’d been with, and I peeled the panties off of her slowly to see her pussy. She had a landing strip right down the middle, her lips bare. I touched the hair that was trimmed to perfection. Her clit was swollen, begging to be stroked.
“Fucking perfect.” I went down, licking my way from the bottom of her entrance, up to her clit, circling my tongue around it. She arched her back off the couch, moaning loudly. “Sweet as fuck,” I groaned, repeating the same pattern again, this time using the tip of my tongue to flick her clit.
Her hands reached for my hair, making me laugh. “Greedy girl, you want me to eat this pussy?” My index finger followed the trail my tongue made. Fuck, she was wet, almost dripping.
I’m shaken out of my memories when, all of a sudden, the pinging of everyone’s phones starts. I see Andre’s eyebrows come together as I hear Skylar gasp.
“What the fuck is going on?” I glance between them both, neither of them answering till Skylar places her iPad in my hands. Looking down, I feel my blood freeze when I read the article.
Roger Ruck’s new country girl controversy. Sex tape with the mayor’s son—a very married man. It seems Roger isn’t the only one with an issue of sleeping with married people.
That is the only thing I see before I pitch the iPad across the room, watching it shatter.