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  “Brett…” she breathed.

  With the door still open, I turned her around to face me. I felt the intensity of her stare the second it landed on me. It was animalistic, full of anger and hunger.

  “You’re such a fucking asshole.”

  I smiled from her words and moved further down her body, getting on my knees and placing my fingers on her ankles. “It’s been too long since I tasted you, James.”

  She watched every goddamn move. Neither her eyes nor her expression changed.

  “Someone could see us.”

  That was true, but I would hear their feet on the hardwood floor, and it would give me enough time to straighten her dress and stand up. Since I heard nothing, my hands crawled to her calves and up her thighs, circling them from front to back. I massaged my way to her ass and around to the sides of her pussy, though I never touched it.

  Her inhale was loud, sharp.

  “I just need a taste.” I lifted her dress and held it against her stomach, my mouth right below it. I was close enough to smell her pussy but not lick it. So, I took the deepest inhale. And then I moved a few inches closer, sticking my nose in between her lips and breathing in again. “Fuck, I’ve missed this.” With my eyes not moving from hers, I pulled my nose away to swipe my tongue across her clit. “Mmm,” I growled. I spread her lips apart and lapped in between them.

  “Brett…the door…”

  I wasn’t leaving this elevator until she came on my tongue. And hearing her say my name only made me lick harder.

  I teased her entrance with two fingers until they were coated in her wetness, and then I plunged both inside, twisting up to my knuckles before pulling out and going back in. Then, using just the tip of my tongue, I flicked across the very top of her clit, going around and around before sucking it into my mouth.

  She grabbed my hair between her fingers. “Oh my God.”

  I released the suction and traced up and down her pussy. My beard scraped against her thighs with each movement, and I knew that small amount of pain could help her build an orgasm.

  It was doing just that.

  Her moans became louder, the muscles in her legs tightened, and when I felt her get so fucking wet, I sucked her clit into my mouth again to give her the friction she needed and teased the end with my teeth.

  Shudders pulsed through her body. “Yes, fuck, I’m coming.”

  Her fingers tugged my goddamn hair so hard, I thought she would rip it from my scalp. Still, I didn’t stop until I knew she was far past the edge, and then I grabbed her ass and lifted her, carrying her to her apartment.

  James gave me her keys, and I got us inside, taking her to the couch where I bent her over the top of it. Quickly unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, I let them drop and moved in behind her.

  Her cunt was still so wet from my mouth, so I rubbed some of it over the tip of my cock and slowly plunged in.

  “Fuck,” I hissed, remembering how tight and how warm her pussy was.

  And how she got wetter the more I stroked.

  “Goddamn it, James, you feel so good,” I groaned.

  I needed her nipples between my fingers, so I pulled out, lifted her, and moved her to the wall. I spread her legs around me and entered her again. Using her back to hold her weight, I pinched those tiny buds.

  “Harder,” she begged.

  I let up to sweep the ends with my thumbs before tugging them.

  She moaned, “Just like that.”

  As I ground my hips, she tightened, squeezing my tip, and I thrust right back in.

  It was my turn.

  I lifted her off the wall and switched positions, so my back was now pressed against it, and I said, “Make me come.”

  As she held on to my shoulders and bounced on my cock, I pulled the dress over her head and unhooked the bra from behind her back, taking one of her nipples into my mouth. I bit the end, sucking it, feeling her buck every time my teeth pierced her skin.

  She dug her nails into my shoulders, her back now arching, her body rising and falling, taking me in all the way.

  “Faster,” I ordered.

  James listened.

  But, this time, she kept me plunged inside while she circled her hips, my dick reaching the spot I knew she liked.

  I moved on to her other nipple, sucking it so hard, she cried out, “I’m coming.”

  I could feel it.

  She was pulsing around my cock, her body frozen as the pleasure worked its way through. Making sure she felt every wave, I grabbed her hips and pumped into her, getting her to scream even louder. And, as she started to quiet just a little, I pounded out my orgasm, shooting my cum inside her, her clenched pussy sucking out every drop.

  When we both stilled, I stayed inside her and moved us over to the couch. She was panting. Her hair was wild, her skin red from all the places my beard and teeth had roughed her up. I felt more wetness begin to leak on my balls, and I lifted her just a little, so I could see myself pouring out of her.

  It was the hottest fucking sight.

  Me mixed with her.

  I watched it pool over the base of my dick, and once it stopped, I lifted her again and carried her into the bedroom where I whispered, “Shower,” into her ear.

  22

  James

  Eve: There’d better be a damn good reason you didn’t text me last night.

  Me: Why are you awake? It’s, like, four in the morning there.

  Eve: It’s Max’s fault. He kept me up all night.

  Me: He’s not even there.

  Eve: Duh. Video sex, remember?

  Me: You’ve been having video sex alllll this time? The gala has been over for hours.

  Eve: That man is insatiable.

  Me: Then, you’re perfect for each other.

  Eve: Answer my question, bitch, and tell me why you’re awake this early.

  Me: Brett stayed the night.

  Eve: And?

  Me: We hooked up.

  Eve: AND?

  Me: I’m a bundle of questions, and it’s making me crazy.

  Eve: Have you asked any of them?

  Me: No, I couldn’t. His tongue was too busy…

  Eve: God, I love him.

  Me: You’re supposed to be on my side.

  Eve: I am. I just approve of his tongue when it comes to my best friend’s vag. Seriously though, you need to have a conversation with him. We can’t have you crazy, especially not now. We need you sane, so we can get you back into auditions.

  Me: I already know what he’s going to say. Same thing as last time—we can’t do this again; I have to focus on your career, so I can’t fuck you and be your agent at the same time.

  Eve: Maybe he’ll surprise you.

  Me: He did that last night when he said I was acting jealous and retaliating, like I had the night I slept with Calvin. But, Eve, I wasn’t. Anthony Dine was at the gala, and we were just talking. I hadn’t sought him out, and I definitely hadn’t done what Brett accused me of.

  Eve: Anthony Dine? He’s such a fucking player, James. I’m glad you didn’t do more than just talk to him.

  23

  Brett

  When I opened my eyes, I was almost blinded by the goddamn sun coming in through the windows. To block all the light, I immediately rolled onto my stomach and pulled a pillow over the back of my head. This was the reason I never left my blinds open before I went to bed, so I couldn’t understand how I’d forgotten last night.

  Last night, last night…

  Slowly, the details started to come back to me.

  The reason the blinds were open was because they weren’t on my windows, and I wasn’t in my bed.

  I’d stayed the night at James’s.

  I’d fucked her against the wall, and we’d taken a shower. Then, I’d fucked her once more before we both passed out.

  Now, as I felt my morning wood grind into the mattress, I wanted her again.

  I stretched my arm to the other side of the bed and searched for that warm, gorg
eous body. But, as I reached the end, all I felt were sheets and a blanket.

  Is she on the other side?

  I gradually rolled onto my back and looked across the bed. She wasn’t in it. That was when I heard the sound of the shower and saw light coming out from underneath the bathroom door.

  I got up and was pleased to find it unlocked. I went inside, taking James’s toothbrush from the holder and covering it in toothpaste. I did a quick brush, and then I stuck it back, walking over to the shower. The large walk-in was constructed from a series of walls that weaved to the right and left before opening into the large space.

  Since there wasn’t any glass and her back was facing me, she hadn’t seen me coming. And I knew she hadn’t heard me because, when I wrapped my arms around her stomach, she jolted and shrieked, “Brett!”

  “It’s just me.” As I kissed across her back, my cock pressed against the lower part of it. Once I covered all the skin there, I moved up her neck and stopped at her jaw. “Why did you get up so early? It’s Saturday. You could have slept in, and I could have woken you with this.” I ground my tip into the top of her ass and gently bit into her shoulder.

  She put her hands on top of mine and tried to pull my fingers off her navel. “Because that’s all you want from me, Brett.”

  I turned her around to face me, searching her eyes and seeing that the hardness had returned—the side she’d shown me in the SUV.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Do you remember what you said to me in the conference room the day I signed with you? Let me fill you in, in case you’ve forgotten. You told me nothing could happen between us. You were only going to be my agent, and that was it. Then, you saw me talking to another guy, and you freaked out, took me home, and ate me out in the elevator.”

  “You liked it.”

  “Brett—”

  “We had this argument last night, James. I’m not having it again.”

  She shook her head, her arms crossing over her tits. “No, we didn’t because this argument isn’t about the way you acted at the gala or the things you said to me in the SUV. This is about us. You can’t just fuck me every time you’re horny, Brett. You have no idea what that does to me emotionally. You treat me like I’m just some thing you can play with whenever you want, and it’s not fair.”

  “I treat you like a client.”

  “Then, what the hell was last night?” Her hands dropped, so she could squeeze the tips of my fingers. “And why are you touching me right now?” She looked down. “And why is your dick hard if I’m just your client?”

  “Because you’re standing in front of me, naked, and you have one of the best bodies I’ve ever seen.”

  “So, it’s not even me that you want; it’s my body. Awesome. That makes me feel even worse.”

  I was losing my patience. She knew I wanted both. I had no idea why she was even questioning it. “What do you want from me, James?”

  She took a few steps back to put some space between us and said, “I want an answer.”

  “To what?”

  “To what we are. To your feelings about me. To why you slept with me.”

  “I can’t have this fucking conversation.”

  I turned around and marched my ass out of the shower, the water from my body soaking the tiles by my feet. I went to the sink where I gripped the edge and took a few deep breaths while I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

  What the fuck is this girl doing to me?

  She wanted something I didn’t give to women because I never got that far with them. I certainly hadn’t earned the bachelor title by jumping from relationship to relationship.

  But can I even give her what she’s looking for?

  I let those thoughts simmer as I took a few more breaths, and then I went back into the shower. This time, she was facing me, and the hurt on her face pounded straight to my chest.

  “I needed a second,” I told her.

  “Why? Because you didn’t want to hurt me? I can handle it, Brett. Even if it means you’re just using me for sex and you don’t feel anything for me, I just want to hear the truth.”

  Each emotion that blasted across her face hit me even harder.

  My goddamn thoughts were still all over the place.

  When I’d told her I couldn’t be her agent and fuck her at the same time, I’d meant it.

  But seeing her with Anthony had made me seethe. It’d made me realize how much I wanted her. It’d made me fear that she would try to move on even though it was what she needed to do.

  It’d made me want to give her a reminder of how good I was.

  So, I had.

  And, now, whenever she thought about another guy, I wanted her to remember what had happened in that elevator and wonder if his tongue could ever compare to mine. If he could fuck her like I had when I held her against the wall.

  That was because I’d convinced myself that she was my client, therefore I couldn’t have her. She was too young. She was in the middle of a public relations nightmare, and being with me would only make that worse. We had to stay focused on what was best for her career, and that was staying away from me personally.

  I told myself that every goddamn day.

  And, every time I got close to her—when my hands started to reach toward her body, when my nose searched the air for her scent—I would repeat those thoughts in my head.

  But I was tired of telling myself I couldn’t have her.

  My fingers clenched at my sides, keeping them busy so that they wouldn’t move forward and circle her waist. “I’ve been trying to protect you, James.” My voice was the softest it had ever been, and I didn’t recognize the sound of it.

  “From what?”

  I looked down at the drain, my eyes closing, my head shaking, before I glanced up and said, “Me.”

  There were so many emotions on her face, I wasn’t sure which was the strongest. “That decision isn’t up to you.”

  “That’s what you hired me for. To make decisions like that.”

  “No. I hired you to be in charge of my career, but you’re not allowed to manage my heart, and it makes me furious that you would even try.” She put her hand over her chest. “Every decision has been taken away from me. Don’t take that one, too.”

  “James—”

  “When I try to process all the signs—you know, that you got jealous over Anthony, that I saw you jerking off on the plane only minutes after leaving me in my chair, and the way you always look at me during meetings—I start to think you want me and that you have feelings you’re just trying to hide. But then I rack my brain, trying to figure out why you don’t act on anything and why you leave before something can happen between us. I don’t want to question it anymore. I just want to know. Do you want me or not?”

  “What you’re asking for isn’t a simple yes or no.” I run my hands through my hair, pulling at the ends. “This is going to affect your career, and I cannot let that happen.”

  “How?” she bellowed. “You have my career under control. The gala was one of the best nights I’d had in a long time. Your team made sure everything went perfectly from the red carpet to the introductions. So, don’t use that as an excuse.”

  “I’m talking about if people found out about us.”

  “Who’s going to tell them? It certainly isn’t going to be me.”

  She wanted to keep us a secret.

  I hadn’t expected that.

  I backed up until I felt the wall behind me, the freezing tiles cooling down my body while the hot water splashed over my chest. I pushed the back of my head across the grout lines as I thought about my next move. Once I told her the truth, I couldn’t take it back. Things would change between us—again. And I’d have to find a way to make this work because her career would always have to come first—at least while I was representing her.

  I glanced down at her legs, wondering if I was making the biggest mistake of my life or the smartest. Wondering if I would regret this somehow. Wondering
if my best friends would think I’d lost my goddamn mind.

  It didn’t matter.

  She had to know.

  I continued to look up until I reached her eyes and finally said, “I want you.”

  “Then, stop fucking with my emotions, and come and get me.”

  The demanding side of her was so fucking hot.

  I pushed myself off the wall and moved a little closer.

  “I’m giving myself to you, Brett. All of me. I’d better get that from you in return because I don’t want to hear any more excuses.”

  I took another step. “We have to be so careful. Do you hear me? The public cannot find out about us or—”

  “Brett, no one is going to tell them.”

  One final step, and then I reached her.

  “It’s just us. The way it should have been since the night you took me home from the bar.”