I gasp. Grabbing his face in my hands, I search his eyes. “Really? Are you sure? Because you don’t have to say that just to get me to sleep with you. I’m going to sleep with you tonight whether you love me or not.”
“Do you not believe me?” He half laughs, semi concerned.
“I don’t want you to say it because you think it’s what I want to hear. I want you to say it because you’re sure. And . . . I want you to love me, but I don’t know how you could. I mean, have you looked in the mirror lately?” I walk around him and turn.
“I don’t understand.”
“You’re hot, Fisher. Smoking hot. You’re a damn model, for fuck’s sake. You scream sex. I only pretend. I write it.”
“Baby, don’t you see how amazing you are? I know the fucker hurt you. Luna told me all about him. I hate that he’s made you see yourself in such an undeserving light.”
I shrug. “When you hear it for long enough you start to believe it.”
“Then I guess I’m going to have to tell you how fucking gorgeous you are until you believe that too. Do you know what you do to me, woman?”
I shrug and he shakes his head.
“You don’t see the way men stare when you walk into a room. You are every man’s wet dream and I speak from experience.”
“Whatever.” I sigh and close my eyes.
“Look at me.”
I do as I’m told.
“I love you.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, tears building behind my closed lids.
“You are amazing and funny and kind. You’re sweet and stubborn. Sassy and silly. You challenge me. You make me laugh. You make me want to be good enough for you. I want to make you happy. I want to give you everything because I love you. Do you hear me?” he asks, pulling me by the waist.
I cover my eyes with my free hand.
“I love you and yes, I’m damn sure of it. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”
I shake my head. He pulls my hand away from my face and holds it against his heart. “I. Love. You.” He whispers the words in my ear and they slowly fill every cell of my being. You know that scene from “Breaking Dawn, Part Two” where the venom takes over Bella’s cells and fixes all her broken pieces? Yeah. That’s how I feel. I feel like he’s stitching up my pieces and making me whole.
I lean my forehead against his and he wipes a tear away from my cheek. Then he kisses it softly. “Patrick?”
“Uh-oh. You never call me that.”
“I’m calling you Patrick because it’s your name and I want you to know I’m being serious too.”
“Okay . . .”
Taking a deep breath, I admit my feelings to myself and him in three, well, four, little words that pack a punch. “I love you, too.”
His lip curls up on the side and he kisses me tenderly.
“Now that we got that business out of the way, what was that you said earlier about wanting me?”
“Hmm . . . I kinda feel like playing Monopoly now.”
“No, you don’t.”
I lick my lips and lean back against the counter, taking him in like he’s water and I’m a sponge.
“What?” he asks.
“Come closer.”
As he steps into me I pull his tie out from around his neck. He watches me.
I slip my hands inside his tux coat and over his broad shoulders, sliding his coat off his arms and onto the floor.
Raising my hand to his face, I touch his lips with my index finger. He closes his eyes as I trail my finger down his chin and his neck. Once I reach his collar, I tug on the buttons, pushing them through their tiny holes. The act in itself is turning me on.
He inhales deeply and watches me button for button. My desire builds with every single one. As I reach the last button before his belt, I tug his shirt free. He leans forward, encasing me between him and the counter.
I hurry to set him free, pushing his shirt off his shoulders and exposing his perfect chest. I gaze up at his eyes for a brief moment and bend my head to kiss the area just below his ear. I position my lips around his earlobe and give him a little preview of what it feels like to have my lips sucking a part of him.
He moves in closer to me and places his hands on my back. My dress loosens as he carefully unzips me. Goose bumps break out all over my arms.
Kissing and licking his neck, I take in his perfect scent. The one that drives me wild.
My dress falls to the floor, leaving me standing in a strapless bra and underwear.
His hand reaches behind me and grips my ass. “Still want to play?”
I shake my head as he lifts me onto the counter. He greedily kisses my neck and cups my tit in his hand, tugging at the material to expose my breast. The cool air makes me inhale quickly. It doesn’t take him long to kiss his way down my chest. He takes my nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking it so perfectly, I almost feel like I could orgasm from that alone.
Placing his hands on my thighs, he kisses my breasts. His hands move to the top of my thighs and his thumbs rub the outside of my underwear. I wonder if he can tell how wet I am.
He steps back and pulls my underwear down my thighs and drops them on the floor. He spreads my legs and kneels on the floor in front of me, kissing the inside of my thighs all the way up to my pussy. I moan as his lips and tongue taste and devour me. Sliding my ass forward to the edge, I lean back to give him better access.
I stare at my ceiling as my hands grab ahold of the back of his head.
He eats me like he’s starving and the passion he has for it makes me spiral out of control. Before, it was waves on the beach. This time, it’s electrical shocks shooting through my veins. I cry out in pleasure as he pushes his finger inside me.
My writing will never be the same again. I never knew it could feel like this. Holy shit, am I going to come again? Boom. The lightning hits, causing me to buck my waist. Bam! Another ripple of pleasure shoots through me all the way to my toes. I must be dead. This can’t be real.
He kisses his way up to my stomach and smiles, his face wet with me. He pulls me off the counter and carries me to my bedroom, placing me on the bed before he removes his belt. Reaching behind me, I undo the clasp of my bra and toss it on the floor. Then, I help him with his pants.
He tugs at the buttons on his wrists and removes his shirt. I pull on his belt loops, causing him to take a step toward me. I slowly unzip his zipper and slide his pants down his legs. He runs his fingers through my hair and hums lightly. He steps out of his pants and removes his socks. I pull him closer once more. Sticking my tongue against his belly button, I lick his muscled abs. I play with the waistband of his boxers before I run my tongue along the edge.
Gripping his back with my hands, I slide them down every muscular curve and arch until I reach his boxers. I slowly tug them down until he’s naked in front of me.
My memories didn’t do him justice. I grip his dick at the base and run my tongue along his shaft. He moans.
Licking the edge along his head, I take him in my mouth. I didn’t really enjoy this before him, but the way he’s responding, along with the way he tastes, makes me think I’d be happy to do this every single day. I love it. I love the way he feels in my mouth. I love the way his hand grips my hair. I love the way he gazes down into my eyes and watches my mouth around his cock. I love it all.
As my desire grows so does my speed.
“Stop, before I cum.” He pushes my head back softly and I attempt to go back for more. He laughs. “If I cum now I’ll have to wait a while before I go inside you and I can’t wait.”
He bends down and takes a condom out of his wallet. I crawl backward on the bed until I feel my pillow. I lie down and he crawls over me.
“Do you want me?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Tell me what you want, Greer. Do you want it soft or hard?”
“Yes. I want it all.”
He smirks as he slides the condom over his length and hovers above me, rubbing hi
s cock on my thigh.
“You’re such a tease,” I say as I attempt to reposition my hips so he’s closer to entering me.
He kisses me as he slowly pushes inside me. He’s way bigger than I’m used to and I feel every single inch of him. I love sex. Sex is the best thing that was ever invented. Thank God he gave men dicks. Dicks are the best thing in the world.
He pushes in and out of me, going deeper with every thrust. He’s sweating as he bends down and bites my bottom lip. I grab ahold of the back of his neck and pull him into me. Our tongues invade each other’s mouths as he picks up speed and power. I feel him touch my core and holy shit. It feels amazing.
I lift my legs higher and he plunges deeper. “Oh yes. Yes. Oh my God, yeah,” I shout. His breaths come quicker as he stills and shakes, falling on top of me, still inside me. Our connection is undeniable. He is more than I ever dreamed and he’s all mine. I thank the universe and swear to think positive forevermore.
I wake to the smell of bacon, which is surprising because I know my fridge was empty. I’m deliciously sore as I pull on my robe and freshen up in the bathroom. When I arrive in the kitchen, he’s standing in his boxers at my stove cracking eggs.
“Good morning,” I say, leaning on the wall.
“Hungry?”
I bite my lip and gaze at his gorgeous body. “Uh-huh.”
He smirks and flips a piece of bacon. I walk behind him and kiss his back, sliding my arms around to the front of his chest. “Where did you get all this? I know I didn’t have any food.”
“I ran out while you were sleeping.”
“In your boxers?”
“No, I got dressed and then I got undressed again.”
“Oh, why is that?”
“Because I hoped you’d look at me the way you are and that maybe we’d have a little something before breakfast.”
I chuckle into his back. “I think that could be arranged. So you cook, huh?”
“I dabble.”
“It smells really good.”
He turns off the heat on the stove and slides the eggs to the back burner. He turns to face me and bends to kiss me. “How are you feeling this morning?”
“Like I had amazing sex last night.”
“Hmm. I had amazing sex last night, too.”
He kisses my neck and I hear a buzzing sound coming from the table. He turns to look in the direction of my cell. “It’s been doing that all morning. I’d bet money Luna wants a full report.”
He starts plating the eggs as I walk over to the table and read my messages.
“Congrats, you won. But . . . oh, wow. She said I need to check my email. The script is done. They want to start casting.”
I rush to my laptop and sit on the couch. I open the file and read it out loud. “They’ve scheduled a first round casting call for Wednesday in L.A. I guess I’ll be flying out Wednesday morning.”
“That’s great news. How exciting.”
He places the plate in front of me on the coffee table and hands me a napkin and a fork.
I push my laptop away and start eating. “So good. Thank you so much. You always feed me.”
“I learned early that your stomach is the first step to your heart.”
“Well, you have my heart, remember?”
“How could I forget?”
“When do you work next?”
“Tomorrow. Do you believe this is my last week?”
“What?” I drop my fork on my plate and wipe my face with my napkin. “Then what?”
He shrugs as he takes a bite of bacon. “I guess I’ll need to talk to my agent. She usually has something lined up. Maybe a commercial or a modeling gig.”
“But then you’ll have to leave. Right?”
“Stop. I know what you’re thinking. It’s going to be fine. As it is, we spend a lot of time on the phone already. I’ll just be a little farther away.”
I place my plate back on the table and cross my arms.
“You didn’t finish.”
“I’m not hungry anymore. I don’t want you to leave.”
He leans over and kisses my cheek. “It’ll be fine. You’re going to be swamped with the movie. I’ll fly back to visit and you can visit me. Who knows, maybe my next job will be here. Let’s not panic until I figure it out.”
He’s funny. Not panic. Ha. I’ve already run multiple scenarios in my mind, all of which involve him on the other side of the world. I stare at my laptop. I don’t want him to go. I’ve gotten so used to him being around that I took it for granted. How can I get him to stay?
My eyes focus on the word “casting call.” Instead of a lightbulb over my head, I see fireworks. Brilliant, perfect fireworks. I grab ahold of his arm.
“Fisher, you’re Penn.”
He laughs. “Thanks. I figured that out a long time ago, but it’s nice to hear you admit it.”
“No, I mean you could be Penn.”
“I could be, huh?” He places his plate on the table and leans over me, pushing me into the couch. “Does that mean you’d like to take on a different chapter? Isn’t there a shower scene?”
He kisses my neck and starts to untie my robe.
I push his chest. “No! I mean you could try out for the role of Penn. Come with me to L.A. You fit him to a T because you are him. Oh my God, Fisher. Think of it! We could work together.”
I expect to see his face light up with excitement, but he frowns instead. “No. I don’t think so.”
“What? Why?” His head drops and I slide out from under him. “What the fuck?”
“I just don’t think it’s a good idea. We’re together and I like things how they are.”
“So you like the idea of leaving me then?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“Then why won’t you try?”
“I don’t want to get the part because I’m dating you. And besides, would you really want to watch me be Penn with a Kasey that isn’t you?”
I ponder those words. That would suck. “I guess I’d have to be an adult, wouldn’t I? If it meant you stayed here, then it would be worth it.”
He shakes his head as he picks up our plates and walks back into the kitchen.
“I can’t believe you’re saying no!” I yell, following him. “What’s the real reason? Are you trying to get away from me?”
His brows furrow. “You can’t be serious.”
“What would you think? Huh? What would you think if I had the chance to stay with you, do what I love to do, and accept a life-changing career opportunity, but instead I said no? If I said, no, Fish, I’d rather fly halfway around the world to pose for a crappy magazine layout than spend months in your bed.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
“Then why not? I’m telling you I want you to do it. To at least try.”
He leans forward, placing his elbows in the counter. He scrubs his hands over his face. He almost seems worried.
“I mean, you might not even get it. Maybe they’ll think your acting sucks and you don’t look like Penn at all.”
His head quickly turns to regard me and I press my lips together to avoid laughing.
“You think I don’t look like Penn?” he asks, taking a step toward me.
I back up and shrug. “I mean, Penn was a risk taker. You don’t really act like him either.”
“I don’t?” he says, puckering his lips like he’s getting mad.
“Nah. You’re right. Why bother. You probably wouldn’t get it anyway.”
He steps toward me again more quickly and I run back to the bedroom screaming.
He chases me and I start laughing. I stop at the foot of the bed and he slowly stalks over to me like a predator.
“Now, Fisher,” I say, raising my finger to him. “You need to behave yourself.” He keeps walking forward, eyes dark. I drop my robe to the ground and stand naked in front of him. He stops briefly and greedily devours me with his eyes. He slides his boxers down his legs and I bite my
lip.
He strides over to me and turns me around so I’m facing the bed. He kisses my neck and reaches around me to caress my breasts. I feel his erection against my ass. As he bends me forward, I absolutely know he’s way better than Penn could ever be. He will stay with me. One way or another, I’ll make this work.
“Thanks for coming here to see me on such short notice, Fabian. I know we fly out tomorrow, but I really need to run something by you.”
“I’m all for hearing your ideas. What’s this about?”
I turn my laptop around and show him multiple pictures of Fisher. “What do you think of him?”
Fabian leans forward in his seat and pulls my laptop closer to his face. “He’s attractive. Good jawline. Great body. I’d do him. Why?”
“Can you keep a secret?”
He nods. “I can try.”
“What if I told you he was my muse? What if I told you I modeled the book after meeting him on the beach in Florida and that the first three chapters were absolutely real?”
His face lights up.
“And what if I told you he was a talented up-and-coming actor who’s due to arrive here to pick me up in a few minutes?”
“I’d inquire as to whether or not you’re asking me to do a casting call right here?”
“Is that bad?” I wring my hands and cringe.
“Does he have something prepared? I mean, it’s not completely my decision. He’d have to meet with the head of casting and the director. Assuming we liked him, we’d have to see if he had chemistry with our Kasey.”
I nod. “The thing is, he doesn’t really know he’s coming in to meet you. He thinks we’re going to dinner.”
Fabian sits back in his chair and opens his mouth to say something, hesitates, opens his mouth again, and abruptly closes it.
“Is it the worst idea you’ve ever heard?”
My phone buzzes. “Yes, Brenna?”
“Patrick Fisher is here for you.”
“Okay, give me a minute.”
I grit my teeth as I stare at Fabian and wait for a response. He adjusts the glasses on his face. “Well, don’t keep the man waiting. Bring him in.”
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