Then he pressed the tip at her entrance and slowly, so agonizingly slow, he pushed home. It took a minute for him to make his way inside her body.
“You’re fucking tight, baby.”
Finally, he found a rhythm and thrust in steady pumps. She engulfed him, her pussy almost swallowing him whole.
She encouraged him with whispered words, genuine, not over-the-top dialogue you’d expect from porn, but real. Like she could be anyone’s girlfriend. Which was exactly what I was looking for.
Ben was fidgety in his seat and I saw him fiddle with the crotch of his pants. This girl was a find. A rare find, and I knew it. But unlike Ben, she didn’t do it for me sexually. She appealed to my brain. To the zeros I saw added to our bottom line, because men would jerk off to her masturbation videos, letting those innocent eyes connect with theirs through the computer screen. As for my cock, it was as soft as a ballpark pretzel. I had watched so much sex, studied it, planned it, and choreographed it, I was desensitized. Now, that didn’t mean I was a monk, never giving in to desire, but my hard-ons were few and far between.
At least until Everly walked into my life. But I didn’t need her here, in this room, while I was watching another woman get fucked.
When they were done, I directed Abby to the washroom in the corner of the boardroom so she could clean up and get dressed. She looked at Lance with satisfaction and awe in her eyes before she left. Lance usually had that effect on his co-stars.
Before he left the room, Lance gestured with his thumb toward the door. “That one’s a natural for Gag Whores.” One of our other popular serials that featured rough blow jobs. Then he left, his hand on his cock, most likely looking for his next mouth.
Ben looked over at me with one eyebrow quirked. “What is up with you today?”
I hung my head. “I have no idea. Just not feeling myself.” Feeling horny as hell, was more like it. “What do you think of her?” I crooked my thumb toward the bathroom door.
“I can’t wait to get her on film.”
Abby emerged, her clothes back in place. I stood from my seat and approached, holding out my hand.
“I’m not going to beat around the bush. You’re exactly what I’m looking for.”
Her eyes lit up. “Thank you so much.”
“My assistant will be in touch.”
She nodded and walked out the door.
Five more actresses and Ben and I were finally through. With the exception of Abby, not one auditioner caught my interest. One even called me an asshole. It was the sixth time I’d turned her down for a job. It wasn’t the first time I’d been called an asshole. It definitely wouldn’t be the last. I usually let it roll off my back. But today, for some reason, it mattered.
I walked into my office and sat at my desk, my mind a million miles away from White Lace Productions.
Tonight was the charity gala. I didn’t want to go. More importantly, I didn’t want to go alone. I glanced at my tux, which hung on the coatrack in the corner. I’d have to get all spiffed up. Speaking of spiffed up, what if Everly got spiffed up? What if I arranged to glam her up? She’d definitely be the center of attention at the gala. Her beauty would get people to take notice, but walking in with me, that would just seal the deal.
I picked up my phone and buzzed Barbara. “Is there enough time to buy a dress and have it delivered before six?” The event was black tie. Although I was sure Everly had something in her closet she could wear, I liked the idea of buying her something new, making her feel special for the night. But I needed reinforcements.
I scrolled through my phone and dialed Jade.
“Mr. Levin, I thought Ben mentioned that I changed my mind about—”
Ben had taken care of the auditions for Stella and Jade. I just didn’t feel comfortable now that I was spending all this time with Everly.
“He did. That’s actually not why I’m calling.”
I needed to see Everly. More importantly, now that I knew what she sounded like lost in an orgasm, I wanted to hear it again.
Preferably with her mouth pressed against my ear as she rode my cock.
Chapter 10
Everly
The sound of my professor’s voice from the front of the class was lulling me to sleep. I was dead tired, and once again, I couldn’t blame it on studying all night.
I couldn’t make sense of anything that was coming from my prof’s mouth. I watched his image, but all I saw was Max. All I heard was his voice in my head. Felt his hands on my body. His lips on mine.