by JA Low
She’s right. In all honesty, I had forgotten the reasons why we’re here. The television show always felt like this thing we would do one day.
“You’re right.” As I nuzzle her neck, inhaling her scent of mixed berries, I commit it to memory. “Guess we need to put on our game faces.” She nods her head sadly. “But not before I have my fill of you again.”
I grin as I look down at her, pick Quinn up, and she wraps her legs around my body as we rush through my apartment to the bedroom. She giggles and squeals as she bounces against me.
Then we tumble onto the bed in a fit of laughter.
Quinn rolls herself on top of me, her thighs set either side of my hips. Thank goodness she’s in a dress, it’s so much easier.
Her hand runs along my chest, her nails dig into my shirt as she lifts it over my head. Then she leans forward and gently kisses her way down my bare chest, her teeth giving my nipples a gentle tug as she follows her well-worn path over my body. Her hands pull down my sweatpants and release me, and my dick slaps hard against my stomach. I hadn’t had time to put on any underwear this morning. Again, easy access.
Quinn’s hands run along my dick, gently stroking it.
I reach out and grab the hem of her dress to pull it over her head because I need to see her tits if she’s going to be playing with my dick like she is. She’s wearing a pink lace bra and matching panties today. That’s one thing I’ve noticed about Quinn. No, it’s one of the many little things I have picked up on about her, she loves lingerie and always wears a matching set. Something about that is the biggest turn on.
Quinn reaches behind and undoes her bra. Her creamy breasts bounce free. Leaning forward, I capture her dusty pink nipples in my mouth. I know that my sucking on her nipples drives her wild, it’s as if they have a direct line to her clit.
Her hand begins to move over my dick, her thumb rubbing a bead of pre-cum over the tip sending shivers over my body. Quinn places a hand on my chest, moving me away from her breasts, forcing me to lay down and enjoy the view. I grab an extra pillow and stuff it underneath my head as her blonde hair falls around her shoulders when I feel the first swipe of her tongue on my dick.
“Yes, Quinn.” Groaning as her warm tongue swirls around the tip, she starts teasing me. Then her greedy little mouth sinks over my cock, and I’m done for. This woman knows how to give head, and it seems she enjoys it too. She takes me deep to the back of her throat while my hips lose control and move off the bed.
She hums her appreciation for my dick, and the vibrations drive me wild. I lose the battle, and my fingers lace into her blonde hair as my dick drives deeper and deeper into her throat.
“Fuck, yes.” I switching to Spanish as my mind begins to stop translating. “Take all of me down like a good girl,” I growl at her.
She’s bringing me closer and closer, and as much as I would l would love nothing more than to come down her greedy little throat, I’d rather come inside her.
Tugging, I reluctantly pull Quinn off my aching dick, and I flip her over onto her stomach, grab a condom from the side table, and sheath myself. Grabbing her hips, I pull her up on her knees as I nudge her legs wider so I can slip between her folds. Inch by glorious inch, I sink inside of her, both of us hissing at our connection.
I wrap her hair around my fist and begin to fuck her. I watch as I enter her sweet pussy over and over again, listening to her sweet cries as I find that perfect spot deep inside of her.
“So, fucking sweet,” I curse in Spanish as I begin to lose myself in her, both of us coming closer and closer to the edge.
Her fingers slide over her clit as she helps me push her right on over.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she screams as her orgasm takes over her, and I’m not far behind.
Slowly, we both come down from our high.
I slip myself from her and dispose of the condom. She’s a crumpled mess against my sheets, her blonde hair is fanned out all around her, her chest moving heavily, and her eyes are shut.
I jump back into bed and pull her against me. I’m going to miss this, being able to have her anytime we want.
“That was… amazing.” She sighs.
“Next time, we’re probably going to have to be a little quieter,” I warn her.
Quinn’s eyes open as she looks at me. “We’re going to have to get a little creative, then.” She grins.
Oh, hell yeah, I like her thinking.
“I’m sure we’ll come up with something.” Wiggling my eyebrows at her, I smirk.
“Urgh… I have to go pack.” She rolls her eyes, breaking the moment, and I let her go watching as she dresses herself again. She leans over and places a kiss on my lips and then bounces out of my bedroom.
“The car is going to be here soon,” Quinn tells me.
Her bags are packed and ready for her move to the villa. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me slowly.
“I’ll see you tomorrow for the production meeting,” she reminds me.
“Guess we are going to have our game faces on then.”
“Come on, it’s not that bad.” She grins. “I’m sure you can keep yours to yourself for the day,” she tells me.
“Um… no. You may not know this, but I think you’re pretty cute.” I kiss her. “And your ass is phenomenal.” My hands grip her peachy posterior. “Your tits are mesmerizing.” I cup one of them. “And when I look at your lips, all I can think about is watching them wrapped around my dick.” She licks her lips driving me crazy. “Exactly, like that.” I point as my dick begins to rise to the occasion.
“I mean you do make some great points.” She chuckles. “But we’re adults, and unless you want the fun to be taken away courtesy of gossip magazines and overzealous producers, then you’re going to have to keep all those thoughts locked inside here.” She taps my head. “I’ll make it worth your while.” Her hand grips my dick through my sweatpants.
Dammit, I want her hand to stay there forever.
Her phone buzzes, and we break apart.
“My ride has arrived.”
My stomach sinks as reality sets in. We kiss one last time because the next time we see each other, it’s not going to be the same.
With one final wave, she disappears out of the door.
A couple of hours later, my brother pops over by himself.
“What’s going on here?” Walking into my apartment, he spies me madly working in the kitchen.
“Just playing around with some recipes,” I tell him as I wipe down the counter.
“Where’s Quinn?” he asks, looking around the apartment as if she’s going to jump out from behind the sofa.
“She’s gone to Penedès,” I tell him.
“Why?” he questions. “Did you guys have a fight?”
“What? No. Why would you think that?” Joaquin shrugs his shoulders. “We start pre-production tomorrow. So, she had to head up there to get ready. She was always staying there during shooting,” I explain the situation to him.
“You two looked cozy at lunch the other day.” He grabs a beer from my refrigerator, and he passes one to me.
“What does that mean?”
“Like you are in sync,” he states, his eyes narrowing as he looks over the rim of his beer.
“We’re just friends,” I add, repeating the same old spiel.
He nods his head. “The way you look at her… that says otherwise.” He adds, “You might want to get that under control before filming starts, unless—”
“Unless what?”
“Unless that is what you’re going for. The whole will-they-won’t-they storyline. Viewers eat that shit up.” He grins.
“No. No, we are not doing that.”
“Right. Well, then, you might need to do something about that because even a blind man can see you have a thing for her,” he grills me.
“Just leave it alone,” I warn him.
Joaquin holds up his hands in defeat. “Will do, brother. So, now that you’re free, you wanna
come out partying with me?”
“No.”
“Boring,” Joaquin teases. “You’re happier playing with your bottles of spices than playing with beautiful women.”
“Yeah, I am.”
Joaquin’s eyebrows raise high on his forehead with surprise.
“Go, have fun. I have work to do.”
I kick him out of my apartment and get on with creating recipes.
35
Quinn
Not going to lie, I miss sleeping in Sebastien’s bed. He called me later that night, and we chatted, but it wasn’t the same.
Urgh, don’t be one of those girls, Quinn, who says they’re all cool with a fling and then start catching all the feels.
Today is the day pre-production moves into town, literally. They have rented most of the accommodations available in the town. We have a meeting today with Kevin, the producer, to run through the next couple of months’ shooting schedule. He wants to go through the different locations we will be filming and our side locations. Things like wine tasting, script outlines, running through the key lists of sponsors and advertising brands, our social media including what and when we can share stuff. We have to talk with the stylists about our clothing as we have brand deals with certain companies.
Tomorrow we have a photo shoot for the promotional advertising for the series. So much stuff to go through, and my mind is already wondering about how I’m going to react when I see Sebastien. I’m worried that I might do something and give away what we have been doing behind closed doors.
“Quinn, it’s so great to see you,” Kevin greets me. I’ve known him for a number of years as he used to work on Farmhouse Reno with Chad and me. “You look positively glowing.”
“Really?” I’m surprised he thinks that.
“Yes. The Spanish sun seems to be agreeing with you.” He looks me up and down. I hadn’t told anyone from the network that I was crashing with Sebastien, I just told them I was in a hotel.
“Really? Maybe the getaway is exactly what the doctor ordered,” I tell him as I take a seat at the conference table. Kevin likes to have a one-on-one session first before bringing in the rest of the staff. He likes to iron out any problems, which I can appreciate.
“Can I speak candidly?” Kevin asks, and I nod my head in agreement. “Chad was a dick.”
Well, that was the last thing I ever thought would come out of his mouth, and it makes me burst out laughing.
“They gave me a choice between you or him, and I chose you.” His words make me smile widely. “I honestly don’t know how you put up with him all those years. He was more than a diva.”
“Also, this show is set in Spain, not Texas, so you know,” I joke with him.
“True,” Kevin agrees with a smile on his face. “But also, I wouldn’t have to put up with being screamed at like I’m some imbecile.” Hearing Kevin say that takes me back to when we worked with him on Farmhouse Reno, and I remember the fights they would get into. Chad used to tell me it was Kevin’s fault. That he did this or that, and, of course, I believed my man, thinking I could trust him. How wrong was I.
“I’m sorry, Kevin, for the way Chad treated you. That wasn’t right.”
“Oh, sweet cheeks, you do not apologize for that son of a bitch, you hear me.” Kevin gives me a serious look. “I heard what he did to you. And when I found out about it, I told myself that I would do anything and everything in my power to make sure the Quinn Miller would be number one on our network.” My hand touches my chest that I would make karma eat Chad Bailey for breakfast.
“If I’m honest, I do, too.”
“Hell, yeah. That’s my girl.” He gives me a high-five. “Now, I’m guessing Sebastien is running a little late. I’ve heard traffic in Barcelona can be a bitch. But anyway, I can start on your side of the show. Now, what I want to say is this... I trust you, Quinn. You have just as much experience on these reality shows as me. You know the drill. I also need you to trust me, too. That sometimes, I might have to make a call you might not agree with for reasons outside of what you might think. If that happens, pull me aside, and we will discuss it. Okay?”
“Sounds great.”
“Now, I know you’re totally prepared for this, you always are.” He gives me another compliment. “The network and architect received your modifications on the second level, and they have signed off on them already. Honestly, that’s a genius move.”
“Thanks. When Sebastien walked me around the other day, it was different from what I had envisioned in my mind.” Kevin nods.
“So, you’ve met with Sebastien since you’ve been here?” Kevin’s brows raise at my little slip-up.
“I texted him when I arrived to see if I could have a look at the property before you all arrived. Thankfully, he did because we were able to make all those changes we sent through. Lucky really, hey?” My heart is beating frantically in my chest. I swear I have the words ‘I’ve seen Sebastien’s penis’ written on my forehead.
“That man is hot as fuck.” Kevin changes the subject.
“He’s all right,” I add.
“Are you feeling okay?” Kevin questions.
“Yes, why?”
Goddammit, he knows.
I can’t lie.
I’m so bad at this.
I could never be a spy.
I’m having a heart attack.
“Sebastien Sanchez is not all right. That man is a Latino god.” Kevin sighs.
Oh, that’s all. Kevin thinks he’s hot.
“And you got to spend one-on-one time with him all day.” His eyes widen as if asking to spill the beans.
“It was work,” I tell him.
“Boo, you’re no fun, Quinn. Getting with Sebastien would be the biggest ‘fuck you’ to Chad.” Kevin grins.
Sebastien steps into the conference room. His dark chocolate eyes bounce between Kevin and me. Did he just hear that conversation?
“What would be the biggest ‘fuck you’ to Chad?” he questions.
Damn, he heard.
“I was just suggesting to Quinn that you two being together would be the biggest ‘fuck you’ to Chad,” Kevin elaborates.
Sebastien turns his head and looks over at me. I can read it on his face. He is like, ‘What the hell has been happening in this meeting.’
“It’s all good. He’s just making chit-chat,” I explain to Sebastien in Spanish.
Kevin looks between Sebastien and me.
“Sorry, my English is not always good,” Sebastien replies, putting on the thickest Spanish accent I’ve ever heard.
Kevin just nods and smiles and can’t stop staring at Sebastien.
“Is he okay?” Sebastien asks.
“He is mesmerized by your beauty.” I giggle.
Sebastien looks very confused by the whole exchange as he takes a seat beside me.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sebastien. I’m a big fan,” Kevin introduces himself.
“Kevin used to work on Farmhouse Reno a couple of years ago,” I explain to Sebastien. “He thinks Chad’s a dick.”
Sebastien smirks as he greets Kevin.
“Right, well, back to work.” Kevin claps his hands. “Sebastien, I wanted to let you know the network signed off on your kitchen staff being the on-site catering crew. So, they can begin in a couple of days.”
Kevin then goes through each of our production lists one by one.
“So, tomorrow we have the photo shoot for the ads for the show. Layla will be in later to run through what the network wants you guys to wear,” Kevin advises. “We need to run through the off-site filming schedules.”
Kevin flips over the next sheet in his folder. “This Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, we have you filming in Champagne. This will be the episode about what the difference is between French Champagne and Spanish Cava,” he advises.
“Both of us?” Sebastien asks.
“Yes. The network has decided that they want you both to be thrown into each other’s worlds. They want
to see Quinn fishing off the side of the boat or milking a goat alongside you,” he explains. “The audience is aware of her separation from Chad, and I thought instead of the public thinking poor her, I want them to see Quinn being her kick-ass self that I know she’s capable of being,” Kevin advises Sebastien.
Aw, that is so sweet.
“Chad is like the elephant in the room. They were much loved by the public. Now, Chad is doing everything in his power to sell his show and his new relationship because, let’s be serious, women are not happy that Chad dumped our gorgeous Quinn here. They identified with her. Women want to be Quinn living this Instagram farm life, and many connected with Quinn on the whole cheating-spouse thing.”
Sebastien’s hand moves under the table and gives me a gentle squeeze on my leg to see if I’m all okay about all this.
Do I want to hear it? No.
But do I know this is what’s happening? Yes.
“I thought maybe the average woman sees Quinn as picking herself up and stepping out of her comfort zone. That it might help some of them to do the same,” Kevin adds.
“Aw, Kevin, that is really sweet,” I tell him.
“Sebastien, you may not know this yet, but Quinn has a cult following,” Kevin informs him.
Sebastien turns and raises a brow at me.
“You’re not the only one with a legion of female fans,” I state, which makes Sebastien laugh.
“See that…” Kevin points to us, “… that’s the kind of interaction we want between the two of you. The back and forth. Maybe even a little flirting. Give the viewers something to mull over.” Kevin continues giving us the rundown of all the crazy places we will have to visit and film.
Hours later, we’re finally done with the meeting.
“Hey, Quinn… would you like me to give you a lift back to your villa? It’s on my way,” Sebastien asks in front of Kevin.
He looks up from his cell, grins, then goes back to whatever it was he’s doing.
“If it’s not too much trouble,” I add.
