“I’ve thought about this every day, honey.” I roll the condom down my length, and waste no time hopping back on top of my gorgeous Billie. I brush her hair away from her face and she kisses my palm.
“I wasn’t sure you’d still want to do this.” Her voice is quiet.
“What? Why?”
“You can have any woman you want, Archer. Why me?”
Her emerald eyes glisten in the darkened room. Her open expression gives her the impression of a fallen angel. How do you tell someone that you fell in love with them the instant you saw them without sounding like a total maniac? “Because.” I choose my words carefully. “You’re the one. You’ve always been the one.”
Billie closes her eyes when I kiss her. My tip presses into her warm wetness. She grips me so tightly that I’m not sure how long I’ll last. After a few thrusts, we find our rhythm. Billie slides up my length until I’m all the way inside of her, thrusting in and out. She moans against my neck, and I’ve never heard a sweeter sound.
It doesn’t take long, I’m ashamed to say, but the moment arrives swiftly. “I’m going to come, Billie.”
“Stay inside me when you do.” Her fingernails scratch at the back of my neck, and she lifts her hips and I thrust faster, and further into her. Her walls engulf me as I twitch and release inside of her.
“I’m coming, too.” She moans, her hips circling hard against me. Exhaustion floods me, and I find myself collapsed on her chest. Her breasts cradle me, and there’s no where on earth I’d rather be. She tickles my back with her fingernails, making my back twitch. “Ohhh, someone’s ticklish.” She teases. I can barely open my eyes, my vision still buzzing after coming so hard. Her soft lips press against the top of my head and I realize I could stay like this forever.
Except for the fact that I can’t. And neither can she.
“You know we have to go back to that party.” I lift my head to meet her eyes.
“I know.”
“I’d rather stay here.”
“Me too.”
“But, all of the producers are there and they expect us to be, too.”
“That’s fine.” Billie’s brows knit, but her smile remains. “You have this room all night, right?”
I stiffen against her smooth inner thigh. “Yep,wedo.”
“Good. Because after I’ve had a taste oftheArcher Bain.” Her lips brush mine when she whispers. “I want more, more, more.”
Gazing at this goddess, so perfect and obviously meant for me, I can’t help but smile myself. “That makes two of us, baby. After this party, you’re mine for the rest of the night.”
And the rest of our lives.
8
Billie
We arrive back at the party holding hands, a risky move considering no one knows we’re actually becoming a couple. I nearly trip over my feet at the thought. My whole life is changing because of this opportunity. Wren spots us immediately, his eyes drifting down toward our entwined fingers. He sets down his drink and saunters over to us.
“Arch, buddy.” Wren grips Archer’s shoulder and extends his hand for a shake. Archer releases my hand in order to accommodate. I smile politely. While Wren wasn’t a dream to work with, he let me take some on-camera risks by going off script. As much as I’d like to think it’s because he trusted me, part of me knows it’s because deep down, he doesn’t really care for me. “There’s some folks over here dying to meet you.” He leans in closer. Whether he means to or not, he blocks me out. “They’re from the network.”
Archer opens his mouth, then turns to me as if asking silent permission. “I’m going to grab a drink.” I gesture toward the bar.
“Grab two? I’ll meet you back in a few.” I nod at the same time Wren pulls him away from me. I try not to be offended, but it’s hard. I’m starring in this new series, too. Why isn’t Wren taking both of us to meet the network executives?
I shake it off and head to the bar. I grab another glass of champagne from the end and start a conversation with one of the production assistants. I can’t help but notice that Wren and Archer are alone on one of the sofas. Where are the execs? Looking at Archer’s face, pinched and serious, something seems off. I know I should give them space, but my feet move quicker than my sense of logic.
“Excuse me for a second,” I say, and the gal shrugs, then continues her conversation with the other folks encircling us. In perfect timing, the sofa behind Wren and Archer opens up. I take a seat without being seen, able to overhear their entire conversation.
“You were right about Billie being the diversity quotient we needed.” Wren says in his trademark weaselly tone. “The head of production at the network is eating it up. No pun intended. Inclusivity is in, and my friend you are a genius. Having a fat female lead was the right move.”
A fat female lead? My heart drops into my ankle booties. I only got the gig because I’m overweight? And worse, it was Archer’s idea? If he lied to me about that, what else has he been lying about?