Would punching her in the throat count as doing more? In my head, it seems like a legitimate way to act in a fake relationship. Even though it is a fucking fantastic idea in my head, I know it won’t go over well, not just with production, but with Bellini. Pretty sure she would have her priest dog do some kind of hex on me. Not that priests can do those things, but who knows when it comes to something that belongs to Bellini?
“Yeah, sure.”
“Maybe kiss for the camera.”
Now I’m fucking paying attention. “Not going to happen,” I curtly tell her. Not only do I never want to press my lips against her evil skin, but I don’t want to do that to Paisley. The girl is on the rocks as it is when it comes to me, and she’s putting a lot on the line, so I don’t want make her feel bad.
“You’re going to have to do it at some point.”
“Actually I’m not,” I answer back, looking through my text messages to see if I missed anything from Paisley. Still nothing. “Nowhere in my contract does it say that I have to kiss her.”
“It’s all about being in a relationship. You should try it sometime, it’s actually quite fun.”
I want to shout at her and tell her that I am trying it, and all it’s caused me today is an overwhelming sense of nausea. Why the fuck hasn’t she text me back?
Trying to be cool, I only sent her about a half dozen text messages and held back from calling her. I didn’t want to look like a psycho. But damn, I needed my Paisley fix. I needed to make sure that what happened on the plane wasn’t going to deter her from what we’ve started to develop.
“I’m good,” I reply to Ashley just as there is a knock on my door. My entire body perks up with the hope that Paisley might be on the other side of the door. “Hey, got to go. Email Paisley and me anything else you need me to know. Have a good night.”
I hang up, spring from the bed, and quickly check myself in the mirror. Semi-pleased with what I’m working with, I fling the door open to see Bellini standing on the other side.
Christ.
“What’s up, Bellini?”
“Can I come in?” She’s whining. I fucking hate when she whines.
“It’s not a good time. I have to wake up early for the meet tomorrow. What’s up?”
“I feel like we never talk.”
“That’s because we’re not in a real relationship,” I harshly whisper to her, wishing she would leave immediately. I don’t need her seeing Paisley near my room—that’s if she ever decides to show up.
“We could be.” She runs her fingers over mine that are gripping onto the door jamb. As fast as I can, I remove them from touching distance.
“Never going to happen, Bellini. We talked about this. Now unless you have something important to tell me that deals with the show, I’m going to have to say good night.”
“Fine.” She stomps her foot on the ground, hands at her side. “Just treat me like crap, I don’t care.”
“Good to know. Have a good night.”
I shut the door on her just as I hear her say, “Mauve, what are you doing up here?”
Mauve? Oh shit. Flinging the door back open, I see Paisley, wide eyes and startled by the ever-pressing Bellini.
“Finally,” I say with a stern tone. “Christ, Mauve, how long does it take you to answer a simple call?”
Bellini looks between the two of us and then points at Paisley. “You called her up here?”
“Who else could I send out to the store to pick me up my essentials as well as press my warm-ups for me for tomorrow? But I’ve been calling her up here for hours now. What took you so damn long?”
“Oh that was me,” Bellini answers flippantly. “I had her color coordinate my wardrobe, shine my shoes, and tend to Pope Francis while I bathed for an hour. If I knew you were needing her assistance, I would have sent her sooner.” Bellini then turns to Paisley. “Mauve, it’s called multitasking. Try it. We celebrities don’t have time to wait for your scribbled-up body to make the rounds. If you’re going to keep this job, then you have to be efficient, not be some wandering Neanderthal, dragging your knuckles along the ground. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes,” Paisley bites out, obviously not happy.
“Good.” Turning back to me, Bellini taps my cheek with her hand and says, “Get a good night’s sleep, handsome. I’ll be thinking about you all night.” With zero regard for others, Bellini blows by Paisley, knocking her shoulder and not bothering to apologize.
Once out of sight, Paisley gives me the death glare, and I wonder if she’s actually going to step foot in my room. Instead of playing the doe-eyed guy who shies away from her anger, I egg her on, wanting her to take it out on me.
“Get in my room,” I say sternly.
“Excuse me?” One of her eyebrows shoots up in question.
“You heard me, get in my room and don’t make me say it again.”
Her posture wavers from retreating to joining me, and I just pray she chooses the latter. I’ve been waiting—quite impatiently—for her to arrive so I can get lost in her body.
With a stern look in her eyes, she stomps into my room. “You have some nerve.”
My door can’t shut fast enough. It swings quickly into place, causing the walls to rattle, and Paisley’s eyes to widen in shock. Before she can get out another word, I cup her face with one of my hands while the other pushes her against the wall of the entryway of my room. Her breath catches in her chest from surprise right before my lips capture hers with a greedy need.
Right when I’m settling in, tasting every inch of her mouth, she shoves me away, extending her arms between us but not putting much distance between our faces.
I glance down at the space she put between us, and then back up at her. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Her breathing is a little ragged and even though she is calling a timeout, I can still see the lust in her eyes. “Why are you acting like some alpha male plucked straight from a romance novel?”
“Acting like?” I give her a quizzical lift to my brow. “Baby, I’m a one-hundred-percent born and bred alpha male. It’s about time you accept that.”
Swiftly, I scoop her up in my arms and bring her over to my king-sized bed. I lay her down and don’t give her time to try to change her mind of going anywhere. With both my hands, I grab the hem of my shirt and slowly lift it over my head, giving her a show, knowing full well my sweats are resting very low on my hips. I toss my shirt to the side and look down at her.
Her lips are recently moistened, her eyes are glued to my chest, and she is taking me in with a devious glare to her eyes.
I place my knee between her legs and move over her body, pressing her into the mattress. Her hair fans out behind her, filling the bed with her black waves.
“I didn’t think I could wait any longer for you to show up tonight,” I admit, working my hand under her shirt until she’s forced to take it off. To my delight, she is wearing a red lace bra that pushes her breasts up to mouth-watering proportions. Her stomach is taut underneath my hand, flexing under my movements, wavering with nerves as I move south to undo her jean shorts.
“And why’s that?” she asks, her voice breathless.
Removing her shorts reveals a matching thong. I pull away and rub my jaw as I say, “Because I’m in desperate need to fuck you until the early morning light.” My fingers graze the waistband of the thong, loving the way her skin looks with the vibrant color. “Fuck, Paisley. You’re so damn sexy.”
A devastating grin crosses her face as she sits up and then stands in front of me. My hands instinctively fall to her ass where I caress her bare skin, loving the achingly beautiful curves of her petite body.
Grabbing my hands from behind her, she guides me over to a chair and forces me to sit. From the bed, she plays on my phone until music starts to play. A slow, seductive melody plays through the speakers. To amplify the sound, she places my phone in a cup so the music reverberates off the glass.
Her body sways back and forth while she gathers her hair and brings it over her shoulder. Leaning forward, she places both hands on my shoulders and straddles my waist, her breasts coming close to eye level.
I’m already hard as fuck so when her hips start grinding on me, I know she can feel my arousal. There is no question there. Methodically, so her nails scrape along my skin. She runs her hands to the back of my neck where she holds on tightly, moving slowly against my hips. My hands fall to her ass, loving the way her movements make my hands rise and fall on her skin, creating an erotic caress.
Even though she set her hair to one side, it doesn’t stay contained with the sway of her head. Instead, it tickles along my arm and rests over her shoulder, cascading down like a midnight waterfall. Not able to contain my eagerness, I release one hand from her ass and glide it up her back until I reach the clasp of her bra. With precision, I release the clasp, springing her bra open. She doesn’t even take a second to think about it, she slides the straps down until they are completely off her, revealing her full breasts.
“Christ,” I murmur, letting her bring them closer to my head where I take one into my mouth. I play with the barbell of her nipple while she writhes on my lap, still gripping to the back of my head. “You make me so fucking hard, Paisley.”
Like a wave in the ocean, her body moves against mine—grinding, thrusting—enticing me until I don’t think I can take it anymore. I try to take in her other nipple but she stops me and pulls away, leaving my lap aroused and ready.
Smiling, she stands in front of me and pulls down her thong, dropping it to the floor and exposing her naked body completely to me. It takes everything in me not to tackle her to the floor and fuck her right there on the spot. She leans forward, her breasts swaying with her movements and pulls on the waistband of my shorts. Knowing exactly where she wants them, I help her remove them, exposing my sprung cock. Lucky for me, I wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Turning in place, she sits down on my lap so her back is to my chest. Her hand wanders between our legs where she grips my cock, lifts up, and then inserts me inside her tight, wet pussy.
“Fuuuuck,” I breathe out.
She grips the back of my neck from behind her as an anchor and starts to work her hips up and down on my length. Needing to watch the way her form works against mine, I move my head forward so I’m looking over her shoulder directly at her rocking body.
Moving my hands from her hips, I gradually glide them up her stomach. I love how her breathing picks up with every inch north. I grip her breasts, rolling her nipple rings in between my fingers. I kiss her shoulder, needing more contact with her, wishing her lips were on mine, our tongues tangled together.
“Yes,” she hums, grinding her hips faster against mine. “Harder, Reese. Pinch my nipples harder.”
Happy to do what my girl needs, I squeeze the nubs harder, tearing a crazed moan out of her. The grip on the back of my neck becomes tighter, and her head turns to the side just enough that my lips find hers.
She’s riding me, like a fucking champ, her tongue is diving into my mouth frantically searching for release. My hands continue to assault her nipples, the feel of them driving me harder and closer to orgasm. The slap of our bodies echo in the room, and I can’t think of anything more erotic than Paisley’s body thrusting against mine, bringing us both to the point of pleasure.
“Oh God,” she moans into my mouth. Her hips begin to move even faster.
Her lips take a break as her breathing becomes more labored. Her core tightens around me, gripping me like a motherfucking vise, squeezing me to the point that my balls draw in. My entire body turns numb, and there is only one source of feeling in my body: where I’m connected to Paisley.
Leaning forward, she places her hands on the armrests and rocks harder on my cock, screaming my name. “Reese, yes, God, yes.”
My hands hold on to her hips, guiding them along, and I feel the moment when she loses all control. Her head falls back—her hair tickling my stomach—and she calls out to whoever wants to fucking listen that she’s coming.
Her pussy clenches me, skyrocketing me into another world where all I can do is feel. A pure, guttural groan pops out of me as I come inside her, pump after pump until I ride every last drop out of me.
Leaning back in the chair, I bring my hand to my head in disbelief and satisfaction. How is it this fucking good with someone I’m still trying to get to know? How can I feel so fucking obsessed with another human that all I want to do is spend every waking hour inside her?
Turning on my lap, she smiles down at me and kisses my lips softly, gently cupping my face. “I love your dick.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Well, I sure as hell hope so.”
Wanting to spend some quiet time with her before I spread her legs again and fuck her senseless, me being in charge this time, I pick her up and take her to the bed where we lie down and face each other. Still naked, we stare into each other’s eyes, our hands clasped up by our pillows.
“Are you excited about tomorrow?” she asks, running her fingers along the stubble of my jaw.
“I am. I’m ready. I had a good swim when I got here so I feel blasted and ready to go.”
Studying my beard, she says, “Is this all going to be shaved tomorrow?”
“Yup, right before the meet. Why, are you going to miss it?”
“I am,” she answers honestly. “It’s really sexy on you.” A shy smile pops up on her face. “Want to know something embarrassing?”
Scooting closer and placing my hand on her waist, I say, “You take pictures of my cock while I sleep, and you’ve started a scrapbook. No need to be embarrassed, baby. All you have to do is ask, you’re more than welcome to take pictures of my penis.”
“Never mind.” She rolls her eyes and tries to turn away, but I stop her and pepper her face with kisses.
“Tell me what’s embarrassing.”
She bites the corner of her mouth and looks up at me through her eyelashes. The fucking minx is killing me. I can feel myself becoming hard again. “I might have done some Internet stalking of you last night.”
“Is that right?” I ask, perking up. “What did you find?”
“A lot of half-naked pictures of you.”
“Yeah? Any tickle your fancy? Give yourself a little diddle?”