He always calls me Webb.
But now, I’m Blair.
He slides his cock into my mouth. I moan as I suck him, faster and faster.
“You’re so fucking pretty with your lips wrapped around my tip.” He cups my face and smiles before he holds me down and fucks me again. This time, he’s fast and unrelenting, biting my nipples and mouth, until he finally unleashes an orgasm between my legs, filling me to the hilt.
We collapse together in a tangle of sweaty sheets. I’m mindless, boneless, floating. He’s a massive bear, breathing hard.
I don’t know how this happened, and now I have to process.
He pats my rump and snuggles tighter. “You are a good girl, Webb,” he whispers and kisses my neck.
I smile and let him hold me.
I should pull back. I should get dressed, shower, go home. Max will be getting back from school soon.
But fuck it. To hell with it all.
This feels good, and if I’m supposed to find meaning in my world, meaning in the little moments, the good moments, the pleasure that comes with having a body and using it to its limits, then I’m going to stay. I’m going to enjoy. To hell with everything else.
My phone begins to ring.
“Shit,” I whisper, shaking my head. “Shut up.”
“You should get it.”
“Why?”
“It could be Max’s school.”
I groan. “Fuck. Shit. Damn it.” I tear myself from the bed and pad into the other room. The phone’s lying on the kitchen counter and I barely grab it before it goes to voicemail. I’m standing completely naked, skin mottled red from all that hard work, and Baptist leans against the wall, his thick half-hard cock bare, his arms crossed over his muscular chest.
“Hello?”
“Suit.” Cowan’s voice is a croak. I stifle the urge to tell him to fuck off. “I have something for you.”
“We returned your lead actor. I fucking hope you’re looking after him.” I glance at Baptist and his stare is hard.
“Rodrick is fine. This is about the movie, suit. I’m bringing the script over to your apartment right now. Where are you?”
My mouth falls open. The script? Is he serious right now? “I’m running some errands but I can be back in—” I close my eyes and do some mental math. “Twenty minutes.”
“Fine. Be there.” He hangs up.
I slowly lower my phone.
“What?” Baptist asks.
“He’s giving me the script. I think this movie is real.”
He stares at me and I stare back, and we both burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all.
Chapter19
Blair
Istretch and yawn and wake to the early morning light streaming in through the living room window.