“What happened, baby?” She’s been in a bad mood this evening and I know it’s got to do with her ex. He’s one of her co-stars or some shit, and I get this sneaking suspicion that the fucker isn’t done with her. I’ve been on set with them and I’ve seen how he looks at her.
“He…hit on me, I guess. After everything that happened between us. He walked up to me today and told me he wanted me back. Then proceeded to try and kiss me.” She turns to face me with a small pout that’s sexy as fuck. Just the thought of her lips touching some other bastard’s makes my blood boil with jealousy. I don’t want any man touching her.
She’s mine. Only fucking mine.
“Baby Doll, he’s an asshole. I’ll gladly teach the fucker a lesson. Maybe he’ll look good in an orange jumpsuit,” I growl out and she giggles.
“No, I told him it’s over and there’s no chance of us ever trying again. I’m just frustrated.” Scrubbing a hand over my face, I meet her pretty eyes that remind me of a lake, a blue-green that’s like looking into glass. America’s little sweetheart. Even though I’m curious to know what he wanted, I want to be inside her more. To make her see she’s mine. These past few weeks have been nothing short of amazing and I’ve never been happier. Even though I’m not sure what she wants, I’ll stick around until she’s ready for me. Until she’s ready to let me into her heart.
“How about I release all that pent up frustration?” I tug her on top of me, and she giggles. Splaying her hands on my chest, she straddles my hips and her body bucks, which in turn has her bare lips rubbing on my shaft. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to have to fuck you,” I warn, but her gaze turns molten.
“You say that like it’s a threat?” she quirks. Her sassy mouth, smoking body, and those perfect tits are all I need right now.
“Oh, trust me, little star, it is. I doubt you’d want your producer to see you limping tomorrow.” I offer her a cocky wink and another soft laugh falls from her mouth.
“I doubt you can fuck me that good, Dane. I mean, you seem a little tired right now.” Her head cocks to the side as she regards me. It’s true, I am tired, but not exhausted enough to miss out on a chance t make her scream.
Gripping her hips, I shift her back and forth over my now rock hard cock. Her head falls back and her moans are enough to have me groaning in response. This fucking woman will be the death of me.
“Dane, oh God,” she cries out when I pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it and tugging it. Her body shudders and I know she’s close. I maneuver her so that I can slip into her tight heat.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot, baby.” My hips buck into her, pushing deeper into the molten pussy that’s got me addicted. Her tits bounce as I fuck her from below. My hands roam to her pert ass, gripping the soft flesh hard. Her nails rake down my chest causing a hiss to echo through the air around us.
The room smells of sex, our sweaty skin slapping against each other as her body bounces harder and faster. “Dane, Dane, fuck…” Her cunt tightens, squeezing my dick, milking it for all it’s worth and I can’t hold back any longer. My body locks as my orgasm shudders through me, filling her tight little body with every drop of my cum.
I’m still angry with Josh for even trying to talk to me. At least I didn’t have to tell Dane much, he doesn’t need to know because if the man who’s warming my bed and obliterating my pussy knows, he’ll only get involved and that’s not what I want or need.
There was only one possible reason—the twenty-four carat diamond ring.
He was the one who cheated, so I took the damn thing and walked out. I knew I would be safe because if he did anything to me, his secrets would all be revealed. I lived a lie for three long years. The thought that I was about to walk down the aisle with a man who was giving it to my co-star hurts.
Yes, Josh, my ex-fiancé was fucking my on-screen boyfriend.
“Baby Doll.” I pivot to find my sexy as all hell policeman in uniform watching me intently. I’ve been lost in my own world today. “Are you sure you should be doing that?” When I glance down at the mess I’ve made, I shrug and giggle.
“I wanted cookies.” My lips purse into a pout and his gaze settles on my mouth. He stalks toward me, unbuttoning his shirt, and dropping it on the floor. The buckle of his belt is undone in seconds and the zipper of his dark blue slacks hisses as he tugs it down.