by Cara Dee
He had to remember that.
Really…
"Okay, this book had such potential, but ugh." She shut her phone and dropped it behind her. "I question Brooklyn's taste sometimes."
Tennyson scrolled through a list of SUVs and paused when he got to an Escalade. "What're you reading?" He did like Escalades. It would certainly be safe.
"Some novel Brooklyn sent me." Sophie rolled onto her back. "She said it had the hottest sex scenes, but the dirty talk makes me cringe. Too cheesy."
Well, that was…not what Tennyson had expected to hear. "You're reading mommy porn?"
She gave his chest a light whack. "It's erotica."
Sure, sure. It didn’t matter what it was called. What made him curious was that she had come into his bedroom, his bed, lay down in his arms—and read fiction with sex scenes.
He didn’t point that out, though. Instead, he went another route—against his better judgment. "What's wrong with dirty talk? You love that."
Actually, Sophie liked it downright filthy sometimes, and it was something Tennyson used for his morning showers every now and then. Back when they were sleeping together, she'd coaxed out a new side of him. One that was possessive, rough, and commanding.
"But the characters just met!" she argued. "How can the guy possibly know which words trigger the girl? I swear, she comes in two seconds flat." She rolled her eyes, only to narrow them a beat later. "How did you get it right so fast? You talked dirty to me the first time we had sex."
All right, perhaps this wasn’t such a brilliant idea, after all. Sex was never a safe topic around Sophie. "My goal wasn’t to turn you on with what I said." He placed his phone on the nightstand. "I was ticked off." Scooting farther down, he lay on his side and propped himself up on one elbow. "I was angry with myself for caving, for not being able to stay away, and I took it out on you. I wanted to intimidate you."
The opposite had happened, and he'd been a fool for thinking he even could intimidate Sophie. Tennyson had had a few wild years after he'd finished his undergrad, but he'd been a relationship guy ever since, and Sophie probably had more experience than he did. Whether it was good or bad experience was another matter, but the girl didn’t shy away easily.
"But you didn’t." She bit her lip and mirrored him, pushing herself up slightly with her elbow. "And you continued."
Tennyson hummed and watched her, warring with himself. There was a direction he wanted to take…and one he should. They weren't the same.
"Once I crawled into your imagination, it was pretty difficult to stop."
It was difficult now, too. He was only wearing a pair of sweats with his T-shirt, so if this went any further, he wouldn't be able to conceal his arousal.
"Is that what you did? Crawled into my imagination?"
"You know I did." He smiled faintly. "How else would I have made you beg so much? I learned exactly which words made your breath hitch."
Sophie flushed and lowered her gaze. She got stuck for a moment at the sight of his inked arm, but she didn’t comment on it. Just like she hadn't the first time she'd seen the tattoo a few weeks ago.
"That fucking mouth of yours…" She blew out a breath and fell back against the mattress, and she stared blankly up at the ceiling. "Tennyson…I have stupid horny hormones."
A surge of lust tore through him, and he groaned internally as his cock grew thicker and harder inside his sweatpants.
He'd forgotten how blunt she could be.
"Should we really continue this conversation, sweetie?" Fuck, he wanted to, but he felt he had to remind her of their situation. "I don’t want things to get weird between us, and there's only so much I can take before I stop thinking with the head on my shoulders."
Sophie let out a huff and a whine and moved close to bury her face against his sternum. Like that was helpful? Christ, he was trying to be a gentleman.
"I don’t want things to get weird, either." Refusing to look up, she fiddled with the hem of his T-shirt. "But we're both adults, right?"
She was killing him.
"I suppose." He dropped his mouth to the top of her head and lingered, breathing her in. His free hand went to her hip, though the thick duvet was in the way.
She inched even closer. "Do, um… Do you ever…you know…think about me? When you're alone?"
Too often.
He closed his eyes and tried to get his body under control, but he was completely and utterly fucked. There was no control—not with her. In Vancouver, yeah, he'd made her beg over and over. But he'd been just as desperate for her.
The passion they'd shared was unforgettable.
"You mean when I get off?" he gritted out huskily, and she nodded against him. He released a breath through clenched teeth. "Yeah, Sophie. I think of you. Of us."
Her quiet whimper was the last straw. With a gentle tug on her hair, her face came into view, and he was able to capture her mouth with his. He kissed her hard and pushed away the duvet that had covered her. Then he rolled on top of her and slid a hand underneath the fabric of her top. Her baby bump was smooth and rounded beneath his palm, and just thinking about the life they'd created made him harder than diamond.
"Clothes off and leave Miss Independence at the door," he told her, out of breath. "You're mine to play with until we're done. We clear, princess?"
He could sit by and be a spectator in her everyday life, but if she came to his bed, his rules applied.
"God, yes." Sophie shimmied out of her pajama shorts. "Can you be, like, supercommanding? And kinky?"
That gave him a pause, and he raised a brow at her.
Pink splashed across her lovely cheeks. "Don’t look at me like that," she complained. "I've read way too many romance novels lately. Do you know how hard it is to be pregnant and not have anyone to get wild with? Duracell should give me a fucking discount. But you know what I like." Her voice took on a seductive note as she pulled up the hem of his T-shirt. "Please? I just wanna be completely owned for a bit."
Tennyson groaned and dipped down to kiss her neck. He sucked on the spot where her shoulder started, his mind conjuring all kinds of scenarios. All the possibilities. He had a primal need to make sure she never forgot what he could do to her. So when he kissed her, he poured himself into it. It was passionate and drawn-out. Pressing their bodies together, he slid his tongue along hers and shifted a hand between them to caress her stomach. He wanted to be everywhere.
"Is that a yes?" she gasped. "Oh my God, Tennyson…"
He was too busy kissing her, feeling her, touching her, to respond verbally. Fuck, he swore her body was made for him. He captured her mouth in another deep kiss and pushed his erection against her pussy. His cock was nestled perfectly between her thighs, though a certain belly prevented him from applying too much pressure.
His clothes were an issue he could deal with, though. He rose from the bed to yank his shirt over his head and then got rid of his sweats. "We're going to talk about what kind of books you read." And if there were film versions, he'd like to buy them. "Later," he said when Sophie opened her mouth to respond. "You're done speaking now."
She exhaled a curse and only shook her head when he asked if he needed protection.
Good. Not like he had any lying around, and she looked oddly pleased when he admitted he hadn't been with anyone since her.
He kneeled between her parted legs and stroked himself lazily while watching her deliciously naked body. "God, you're so beautiful, Sophie." He lowered himself over her and cupped one of her breasts. They had filled out. A lot.
"Um, I sorta want it rough." She squirmed under him. "If that’s okay?"
He sucked a nipple into his mouth and let his teeth graze the flesh. "Um, I sorta want you to shut up," he mimicked. Next, he kissed his way up to her mouth, not satisfied until she was out of oxygen. "Don't make me gag you," he whispered into the kiss. "I'll fucking do it, too."
Her pupils dilated at that, and her breath came out in shallow gasps.
Ta
king his time, he crept lower and positioned himself between her legs. He nuzzled the soft skin where her thigh ended, and his mouth became dry as he smelled her arousal.
"Gorgeous." He parted the soft lips of her pussy. He stroked them with his fingers and closed his mouth over her clit.
Sophie shuddered violently and drew in a breath.
He saw how she fisted the sheets as he sucked gently on her clit, all while rubbing her closer and closer to her opening. Getting her to gasp and tremble didn’t take very long, and Tennyson couldn’t help but wonder just how much she'd needed this. He wasn’t exactly an expert on pregnancy hormones.
By the time he'd added a third finger to fuck her with, she was shaking like a leaf and whispering breathless pleas.
"I need to see you, Tennyson." It came out as half a complaint, half a giggle. "Your son's in the way."
Tennyson grinned and drew the tip of his tongue slowly over the length of her sex. "So now he's my son?"
She moaned. "When he's keeping me from watching his daddy using his magical tongue on me, yeah."
Fuck. She was a wicked little goddess.
Beyond ready for more, he kissed his way up her body again and settled next to her. He hummed and positioned them so she had her back to his chest, and he dropped kisses along her jawline as he hooked an arm under her leg.
Sophie pushed her ass out, and he groaned quietly, feeling his cock slipping through her wetness.
He didn’t wait. As the head of him pressed against her, he forced himself deep inside her pussy.
Sophie cried out and buried her face in her pillow.
Tennyson had to pause. It felt too good. He stretched her; she was so fucking wet and tight around him, and he'd almost forgotten how much he loved being inside her.
"Well…" He swallowed. "You can tell him Daddy's busy with his very own princess right now." He drew out slowly, peering down between them, and watched as he—just as slowly—pushed his way back in.
She flushed all over and reached back to grab on to him. "You feel so good."
"Shhh, baby." He moved his left arm under her head and covered her mouth, effectively trapping her to him. "If I want your mouth running, it'll be on my cock." Wanting to touch her, he told her to keep her knee up like she had it now.
She obeyed and stayed in the same position when he slipped his arm out from under her knee.
"That’s a good girl," he murmured. Sliding his hand up her thigh, he shifted it close enough to graze a finger over her clit teasingly a few times. When she moaned, he continued up her body. The swell of her stomach, up to her breasts. "I've missed having this sweet pussy soaking me."
Sophie mewled behind his hand, and Tennyson remembered what she'd confessed once. Before him, she'd never gotten this wet.
"Tell me I'm still the only one you get this greedy with." He stroked her full breasts and pinched her nipples gently, noticing by her reactions she was more sensitive now.
He fucked her with long, firm strokes and moaned against her shoulder as she nodded rapidly.
"Good." He couldn’t put into words how much that pleased him. "Open your mouth." He slipped his thumb inside her mouth and cursed when she swirled her tongue around the digit. "Are you practicing for how to do that on my cock?" Another nod from her, and a blink of her lashes. "You like being my little princess?"
"Yes," she gasped around his thumb.
He had to fucking kiss her. As he sped up, fucking her a little harder, he grabbed her jaw and tilted her head so he could taste those lips. Combined with the flavor of her pussy on his tongue, the kiss couldn’t be better. Hotter. Hungrier.
It was easy to get lost in her. He didn’t even know how long they went on for, but it was addictive and intense. She was compliant and always tried to touch him a little bit more than she could reach. Like she couldn’t get enough.
Her sounds turned him into a savage, and it was time to fuck her like she'd asked for. Ordering her to get on all fours, he positioned himself behind her and gripped her hips before he slammed into her.
Sophie screamed.
He fucked her harder.
A light sheen of perspiration made their bodies glisten.
She got more verbal with every thrust, but this time he didn’t tell her to be quiet. Her words turned him on too much.
"I need to come—please, please," she sobbed out. "It's too much."
"Unless you say stop, you'll keep taking my cock like you were born to do."
"Too much, too much," she kept chanting breathlessly. "Oh my God, I can't—so close… Please make me come!"
"Not yet," he growled. He gave her sweet ass a spank, at which Sophie's pussy tightened around him. "What a sight." He thrust forward and spread her ass cheeks more with his thumbs. "Fuck…" It only took him a second or two to soak his thumb in saliva before he brought it to her tight little asshole. "I wish you could see this."
Either Sophie was too far gone in her lust-filled fog, or she trusted him enough to know he wouldn’t do anything unwelcome.
She only whimpered and pushed back when he brushed the pad of his thumb over her ass.
When the wetness wasn’t enough, he pulled out, stroked himself roughly a couple times, and watched a thin rope of pre-come drip from his cock onto her smooth, pink opening.
Then he pushed his entire length back into the heat of her pussy and rubbed her ass sensually with his thumb. He waited for her to react, and all he got was moaning and begging.
He could feel his climax approaching, and every thrust, every tantalizing stroke of his thumb over her ass, and every one of Sophie's pleas only brought it closer.
"Don’t," she gasped. "Please just rub my clit. I-I need to come so bad, Tennyson."
"Are you saying stop?" He kept his hooded gaze glued to where his slicked-up cock was fucking her. And the digit pressing harder against her tightest hole. "All you gotta say is stop."
She didn’t say stop, and it nearly drove Tennyson mad with desire. His balls felt heavy and tight, his muscles strained, and his cock throbbed inside of her.
"That’s it, isn't it?" he gritted out. "You want me to treat you like my toy when we're in bed. A gorgeous little slut I can fuck however I want—"
Sophie's wail cut him off, and her orgasm caught them both off guard. Tennyson spat out a curse and found her clit, stroking it firmly so she could enjoy her climax more. He was on the edge as well, but he wasn’t ready for this to be over.
"Fuck." He slammed into her and groaned, feeling her sweet pussy milking him. "Oh fuck, baby." His eyes fell closed, and he fucked his way to orgasm with deep thrusts.
The wet sounds from her pussy and her choppy breathing were the last things he heard before he started coming.
He fell forward, his forehead touching the dip between her shoulder blades, and he rolled his hips to get as deep as possible. His cock pulsed with each release, draining him in every fucking way. Fuck, he could barely hold himself up.
Sophie groaned and whimpered and gasped as her body shook, and she seemed as physically weakened as Tennyson. He tried to hold her up, but eventually they collapsed in a heap together.
"Oh my God, that was…" She wheezed a laugh, completely out of breath. "Tennyson… I have no words, other than…ungh, I wanna kiss your feet."
He chuckled and blew out a labored breath, scrubbing a hand down his face. "No need for that." He gathered her close and brushed away a piece of hair from her damp forehead. "But I hope we can have a few repeats before you go home."
She was coming with him to the set tomorrow and the day after. There was no way he'd let her go without leaving a dent or two in his trailer.
Sophie hummed and dragged a lazy finger down his chest. "Can't think of anything I need more."
Dipping down, Tennyson captured her mouth in a deep, drawn-out kiss. He rubbed her arms slowly, exhaustion mingling with a sense of relief. He absolutely loved that they could share this, take care of each other, all while keeping things simple.
&nbs
p; "I won't be satisfied until you feel raw," he murmured into the kiss. "Until your hair's a knotted mess, your limbs ache, and you can't walk straight."
Sophie sucked in a breath and shivered. "Man, don’t you need recovery time? My pussy's already sore."
He laughed quietly and pecked those plump, thoroughly kissed lips once more before he lay back and placed an arm under his head. "Princess, I don’t have to be hard to enjoy the things you do. And your sweet pussy can rest while you put that little mouth on my cock." He cupped her soft cheek, enjoying the blush that blossomed across it. "We have three days. I intend to make them count."
It was a damn shame he had to work at all, which was an incredibly unfamiliar thought to him. For as long as he'd been a director, work had come first—with no exceptions.
"Best I get started, then." Sophie sent him a wicked grin and then crawled lower to suck his spent cock into her mouth.
"Fuck," he breathed out and closed his eyes.
He was in heaven.
Chapter 9
Los Angeles
Headphones on, mouths close to the mics, Sophie and a fellow actress—Lily—fed each other lines in the recording studio.
"Miss Frenchy?" Lily asked in a childlike voice. "What's a curly fry?"
Sophie grinned as her baby moved in her belly but was able to continue without interrupting. "Curly fries are my brothers and sisters from the '80s. Someone gave them a very, very bad perm."
*
Sydney
Sophie was thankful this was her last trip before she couldn’t fly anymore. She was exhausted and sick of interviews.
"Last one, darling." Daniel squeezed her leg. "Ready for some time off?"
"I can't even tell you how much."
They stopped at an intersection on the way to the hotel, and Sophie saw tabloid headlines plastered outside a store. Some were about her dodging paparazzi outside a hotel.
The rumors were still flying from her fight with Cassandra that night weeks ago.
"Give it two or three years and then you can take as much time off as you want." Daniel winked at her. "You'll be an A-lister in no time."
