“That’s never happened,” she says. “Like that fast,” she whispers, trying to look down, no doubt in shyness.
“Eyes on me,” I tell her, and she looks up and tries to cover herself. “It’s me and you always. You never have to be shy about taking what you want or asking for it,” I tell her, and she smiles shyly. “I mean, if I’m doing anything right, you won’t have to ask for anything because I’ll know all the things to do to make you come.”
“I’m not a virgin,” she says, “but I’ve never been that into it that I’ve dry humped someone.”
“Well, score one for me,” I say. Her stomach lets out a huge growl, and she collapses on my chest laughing. “I swear if you give me a cigarette, this will just complete the picture.”
I kiss her shoulder as she laughs in my arms, and I’ve never been this content with not getting my happy ending. I kiss her neck, and again, her stomach rumbles. “How about you get dressed, and we can go eat something and then go make out near the fire?”
“That sounds like a really good plan,” she tells me and slowly gets off me. She grabs her shirt, pulls it over her head, and then turns and I finally see what a keyhole is.
“Why don’t you go, and I’ll catch up with you,” I tell her, and she looks at me worried. And I look down at my cock. “Don’t touch me, or I swear it’s going to go off.”
She puts her hand to her mouth and comes to kiss me, and I just shake my head. I wait for her to leave the room before getting up and taking care of my cock, again.
Chapter Eighteen
Erin
“We have to get up,” I say between kisses I don’t want to stop giving or receiving. “We are only going to have twenty minutes to get ready,” I say, tilting my head the other way to deepen the kiss.
We just spent the night together. Not naked together. Well, not all the way naked together. We still have our bottoms on. After making out hot and heavy on the outside couch, we came in and watched a movie in my bed. Well, the movie watched us in the end. My shirt came off, his shirt came off, and I can say that he is that hard everywhere. “I need to shower,” he says, and I laugh, kissing his neck.
“I can help take care of that,” I tell him, and he slides away from me, getting out of my bed wearing nothing but his white Calvin boxers. His cock is perfectly placed, showing that he really does pack below the belt.
“You keep those pretty little hands away from this”—he points at his cock—“until it’s time,” he says, walking out and not closing the door.
“We could shower together and save water,” I say loudly and hear him groan and slam the door. Getting up, I jump into my own shower. I grab my black lace thong with matching bra and walk into my closet. I hear him knock on the door, and I laugh. “You’ve already seen me pretty much naked. No need to knock.”
He comes in, and I hear him moaning from the back. “What are you wearing?” he asks me, and I turn around.
“Um, this is a bra.” I point up. “And we call these panties,” I joke with him, and he just stares at me. I grab my black skirt off the hanger and slide into it, then grab the black long-sleeved silk shirt with white polka dots. I slide it over my head and tie the sash at my neck into a bow and tuck in the shirt, zipping my skirt up.
“Your jeans are arriving today,” he says to me, and I look over at him, sliding my foot into my black shoes I wore yesterday. “You literally look like one of those porn stars whose only role in the movie is to bend over their boss’s desk,” he says, coming to me and grabbing my hips in his hands. I look back up at him, and he kisses me softly, but it only takes two seconds to turn hungry.
“How long are we on set today?” I ask between kisses.
“It’s a long one. I think until nine,” he says, and I grab another pair of shoes to toss into my bag and then walk out with him. We walk side by side, but his hand slowly grabs mine, and we link our fingers together.
“Are you driving us there?” I ask him. and he just nods his head. “Obviously, this thing is between us . . .” I am not sure what I’m asking, but I don’t want to be known as the intern to fall for his charm.
“So you’re saying I can’t walk up to you and kiss you in public?” he asks, walking down the steps to the front door.
“Yes, that’s what I’m saying,” I tell him, and I’m not sure I’m okay with it. “I mean, I’m still working, and it’s not.”
He turns around. “We decided to be private,” he says. “I don’t want everyone to be in our business.” He kisses me. “But once we get in the trailer, all bets are off.”
“Oh, dear,” I say, walking out of the house and getting in the car. And I have to say he is on his best behavior all day. Well, until we get into the trailer, and then all bets are off. He’s on me the minute he shuts the door and locks it, and we don’t come up for air until a knock lets us know it’s time. I stay in the trailer when he goes to shoot and prepare my game plan for when we get back home on Friday. He is filming the next two weeks in L.A.. I’m just about to send Sylvia a message when the phone rings, showing me it’s her.
“Erin.” Sylvia’s voice booms out of the speakerphone. “We are in a meeting with everyone. Ryan is here also.”
“Hey, everyone,” I say, hearing my voice echo as everyone says hello.
“We were talking about your amazing progress.” Ryan’s voice comes in. “The buzz about the movie is trending on Twitter.”
I give myself a high-five. “We would like for you to stick with him for the remainder of the filming. Those behind-the-scenes pictures are gold.”
“Sure,” I say. “I was going to reach out to Jessica Beckett, and see if she would do a special on him.”
“She’s not in the game anymore,” Sylvia says.
“She’s still one of the best,” I tell them. “She may be out of the game, but if an article is coming with her name attached to it, people pay attention.”
“I agree,” Ryan says. “Her piece about her and Tyler is still the most read article online.”
“If you can make it happen, that would be perfect. The Grammys also asked him to be present.”
“Okay,” I say, grabbing the calendar. “It’s next Tuesday.”
“Yeah, it is a last-minute add, but with the buzz lately, they want him there,” Sylvia says.
“That’s good,” I say and wait for the rest.
“We signed you up to be his plus one.” And there it is. “We are going to send you the company card for you to go shopping for a dress.”
I want to groan internally because I don’t think I can do the whole red carpet thing. “I can take some shots of him before he heads out, and he can send me some from the event.”
“Erin, he’s been out of the tabloids for almost ten days,” Sylvia says. “Ten days. Do you know what that is for him?” I roll my eyes. “I’m not going to lie. I thought he’d only last two days, max three. The thing is, we want him in the tabs, just not because he’s sleeping his way through Hollywood.”
“He’s actually been really perfect,” I say and then roll my lips. Shut up, I tell myself. “He has been to the set and then back to the house.”
“And that is exactly what we want,” Ryan says. “He can’t fuck this up.”
“I’ll try my best,” I tell them. They chat for a couple more minutes, telling me about some things that they are doing. I take some notes and then disconnect. I take a deep breath and then the door opens, and he comes in and comes straight for the table.
“Hey.” He slips in next to me, kissing me on my lips, and it feels like he’s always done it. “What are you doing?”
“I just got off the phone with Sylvia. You are going to the Grammys on Tuesday,” I tell him, and he looks at me.
“Jeff called me ten minutes ago to tell me the good news,” he says sarcastically, getting up to get his bottle of water. “I’m going to call my girl for a dress.”
I turn to look at him. “A dress?”
“Well, since you’re coming
with me, you have to have a dress, and well . . .” he says, trailing off.
“And well what?” I glare at him. “And I need to be all that standing next to you?” I shake my head and roll my eyes. “Thanks, but I have it covered.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he says, sitting next to me and taking me in his arms on the side. “I just meant I don’t want you to spend crazy money to buy a dress for one day. Besides, they usually give me stuff for free.”
“Again,” I tell him, wiping my gloss off his lips, “thanks, but I got it covered.” He leans in and slowly kisses me. His tongue playing with mine. His kisses leave me breathless; they leave me wanting more, they leave me feeling something I have never felt before, and I’m not sure I’m ready for this. The knock on the door makes him pull away from my lips but not let go of me. “Carter, did you lock the door?”
“No,” he says when the door opens, and I fly to the side, lying on the seat pretending to grab something.
“Got it,” I say, getting up and seeing it’s Jennifer.
“Sorry, but Ivan wants to reshoot the last scene,” she says, looking at him and then me. “You look better today.”
“Yeah, I feel better. Must have been something I ate,” I tell her and look over at Carter and see that he has my gloss all over his face. My eyes go big, and he must sense it and covers his mouth.
“I’ll be right there,” he says, getting up and walking to the bathroom. Jennifer nods her head and walks out of the trailer. He comes out of the bathroom seconds later. “My bad.”
I shake my head. “No more kissing at work.” Now it’s his turn to glare. “You can save all that for when we get home.”
“Let’s table this discussion for tonight,” he says and turns to walk out of the trailer. “I should be done after this.” I nod at him and blow him a kiss, smirking. I finish my notes and email Jessica. I then also call my connection at my favorite fashion house, telling them of my predicament. They say they have the perfect dress for me.
I’m putting my computer away when he returns, announcing he’s done. Getting into the car and heading home, we’re quiet, and I just look out at the darkness. “We left in the dark, and we come back in the dark.”
“Yeah, well, tomorrow we have to be on set at noon, so that should be good,” he tells me, putting the car in park and getting out. I unlock the door and step in, stopping in the doorway when I see rose petals everywhere.
“What’s this?” I ask. We don’t have to turn on the lights because on each step leading upstairs are three tall vases filled with candles to light the way. I look back at him, and he just smirks. I walk up the steps, and when I come to the landing, I stop at the trail of roses all the way to the bedroom lit up with different sized glass vases with floating candles. I walk to the bedroom, smiling and looking behind my shoulder at him. When I finally get to the bedroom, I see rose petals everywhere. There isn’t a spot without them. The floor is covered in them, and candles are all over the room.
“I can’t exactly take you out to a romantic dinner,” he says, coming to me, “but I can bring the romance to you.” My hand drops my purse, and I jump into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck while his arms circle my waist.
“This is the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen,” I whisper to him and lean back to see his face. I lean forward and kiss him, and I’m expecting for it to be a kiss, but just like before, it feels like the first time. It always feels like the first time. He walks me to the bed, his mouth still on mine when he throws me down on it, and I land with a laugh as rose petals fly everywhere.
“I really want to just get on you, but I kind of stink,” he says, laughing. “I had this all planned out, but I didn’t think that when we got hot, I would need a shower.”
I throw my head back and burst out laughing. “You really have never done this before.”
He shakes his head. “Never.” I’m expecting him to stop there, but he doesn’t. “Never needed to.” I am about to roll my eyes. “Never wanted to.”
“Nice save,” I tell him.
“I need five minutes,” he tells me, walking out of the room backward. “Maybe even three.” He turns and rushes to his room.
“Carter!” I yell, and he turns to look at me. “Don’t take care of yourself.” He stares at me, the words sinking in.
“Ninety seconds,” he says, and I rush off the bed and get ready myself. I run to the closet and go through my bra and panties and give up. I didn’t bring anything really sexy. I strip out of the clothes and step into the shower. Showering in record time, I don’t even think I rinsed off properly. I dry off, throwing the towel to the side. Peeking in the room, I see he isn’t there yet, so I go over to the bed and slide under the covers. I try to position myself as sexy as possible, but my heart is hammering so hard. I even look down to see if you can see it coming out of my chest. I don’t have time to think because he comes back into the room wearing black boxers. His hair is still wet, and I watch him walk to the side of the bed and slip in next to me. He reaches out for me, and I go to him. “Hi,” he whispers, lying on the pillow next to me. His hand goes to my hip, and his eyes get big when he just feels skin. His hand roams up and down on my side, and he feels that I’m naked. He throws the cover off me, and here I am. All naked and all for him. “You aren’t wearing anything.”
“I figured it would be a waste of time.” His eyes roam down my body and then roam back up to my face. “You seem to be overdressed, Mr. Johnson.” I try to be as sexy as I can, and I don’t know if it’s working or not, but his body crushes mine as he takes my lips.
Chapter Nineteen
Carter
I have never wanted to impress a woman so much in my whole life. When my hands roamed up and down her side and felt nothing but skin, I about came in my boxers. I swung the covers off her, and holy shit, nothing could have prepared me for this. I’ve seen naked women before, but she looks like an angel. It’s cheesy to say, but it’s true. With the candles giving the whole room a glow and her long hair flowing around her. Her perfect tits, perky with hard nipples I want to lean down and take in my mouth, but I don’t. My eyes roam down her flat stomach to the middle of her legs. With one leg cocked up, she blocks what I want to see the most. I push her lightly on her back, and I finally see her pussy. My finger goes out to rub the little landing patch, my eyes mesmerized as I watch my finger just rub over her. “Carter.” She whispers my name, and I feel the earth stop. Like literally stop turning. It’s almost as if it’s this moment for the rest of my life.
“You are so beautiful,” I tell her, and my heart jackhammers in my chest. I lean in and kiss her lips, breathing her in, taking her in. I never ever want to forget this moment right here.
She raises her hand to cup my face, softly, gently, and I turn my face to plant a kiss on her palm. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m not going to jinx it by asking anyone.” I bend down to place my lips on hers, kissing her softly, then trail my nose down the side of her jaw. “You are too good to be true,” I say, kissing her jaw. Trailing it with my tongue down to her neck, I place open-mouthed kisses all the way to the middle of her chest. I feel her heart pound under my lips. I move over to her nipple, taking one into my mouth, and her back arches as she moans. Her hands go to my head, and I swear she could come just by playing with her nipples. I lean over and go to the other one. My fingers pinch the nipple I just left right before I roll it. I bite one nipple at the same time as I pinch the other, and her back arches, and her legs close as if she’s trying to get friction. I laugh silently, thinking that she’s going to take off with one touch. I move over her, then kiss her lips, sliding my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue fights with me, the kiss needy, urgent, everything. Her hands go from my head to my chest. She lays her palms open on my chest and lifts to me when I try to break the kiss. She finally lets me go and falls back on the pillow. I move down, kissing her stomach, and her breath hitches, sucking it in. I kiss her hips then move down. I lo
ok up at her when I place my first kiss on her landing strip, and she gets up on her elbows to watch me. Her legs opening to let me in.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask her, knowing once I start, I don’t think I can stop. She just nods, and I dip my head and kiss right above her clit. My tongue comes out and licks up once, and I swear I’ve never tasted anything sweeter in my life. I lick up again, and this time, her head falls back, and her hips arch up. My tongue comes out and twirls around her clit, and she moans. I lick again and then suck on her clit and kiss it. I continue licking up and down, ignoring her clit, and every time I go higher, her panting almost stops like she’s waiting for it. I get down and spread her legs wider. Her arms give out, and she falls back on the pillow. I attack her pussy with a vengeance, the softness gone, and her hips move up and down as she tries to ride my face. I feel her fingers come down to her pussy, and she puts one finger on her clit and slowly make circles. I remove her finger.
“I don’t share my toys,” I tell her, and I rub two fingers up and down her wet slit and enter her slowly. Her pussy is so fucking tight my fingers feel like they are strangled. Her hands go to her tits. I bite her pink clit and then lick it with my tongue while my fingers fuck her. Her fingers roll her nipples.
“It’s too much,” she says breathlessly. “It feels like you are everywhere.” Her head rolls to the side, and her eyes close.
“I want to see your eyes when you come,” I tell her. I know she’s close. Her pussy is tighter and wetter, and her hips are frantic now. “Every time you come, your eyes are always on me,” I say as my tongue flicks her clit. Her moans fill the room as my other hand opens her lips, and I see her swollen clit. I know she’ll come with a couple more touches. I know this because she keeps chanting it.
“I’m going to come,” she says once, then again. “Carter,” she says, and I bite down on her clit. She lets go, coming all over my fingers and soaking me. I don’t stop fucking her with my fingers until her hips slow their pace. Her eyes on me the whole time. They went from hot to soft, and I gave her that. Me.
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