Wrong (Hollywood Bad Boys)

by Caitlin Daire

  “Welcome to my humble abode,” Jacob joked as I met him near a large marble fountain out the front, still casting my wide-eyed gaze around the property.

  “I feel very poor right now,” I said with a self-deprecating grin.

  “Well, this is your house for the time being, so we’ll have none of that,” he replied, ushering me inside.

  The interior was just as impressive as the exterior—hand-carved wooden doors, coffered ceilings, expensive furniture and artwork. I padded over to a large picture window on one side and sighed as I stared out at the view. Directly below us was a vast pristine lawn, enormous infinity pool and a tennis court with a pavilion. A large Moroccan-style guest house stood further down the grounds, tiled footpath leading up to it, and I sighed again and turned back to Jacob.

  “God, I could really get used to this.”

  “Maybe you should,” he replied, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

  “Thanks so much for letting me stay here. Oscar is going to love running around out here.”

  “I know. That’s the real reason I invited you to stay; so I could have him here.”

  I laughed and elbowed him. “Shh.”

  “Want me to show you your bedroom?” he asked.

  I turned around and widened my eyes. “My bedroom?”

  He nodded. “One of the spare rooms. I thought you might want some privacy for a while, after what’s happened today. If I were you, I’d be swearing off all men.”

  I shook my head slowly. “No. I think I’d be happy in your bed,” I said.

  Jacob’s eyes gleamed. “Oh, would you now?”

  I gave him a nonchalant shrug and smiled slyly. “Only one way to find out…”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Jacob

  I grinned and scooped Nora up in my arms, making her squeal as I carried her upstairs to my bedroom, which lay at the end of an artwork-adorned hall.

  “We have about half an hour before Angie gets here with Oscar, right?” I asked, kicking my door open.

  She nodded. “Uh-huh.”

  “Good. Because there’s a lot of things I want to do to you…”

  I set her down as I tore my clothes off, my eyes never leaving her. She was gorgeous. So gorgeous in fact, that I was having trouble keeping my hands off her for even a second. And it wasn’t just her face and body, either. It was her personality, the way her drive and ambition always shined through against all odds. It all drove me totally and utterly wild. Slowly, she slipped her shirt over her shoulders, biting her bottom lip and staring at me. My cock throbbed painfully as she slid her pants off too, leaving them to pool around her feet. Her body was fucking perfect—insanely so—and now she was only wearing a black thong.

  Jesus.

  “Fuck, you’re perfect,” I grunted, pushing her hair over her shoulders from where it was covering her chest. “I wish I could stare at these tits all day.”

  She bit her lip, then smiled. “Maybe you can,” she said, her eyes lowering to the floor.

  “What do you mean?”

  She nodded toward my cell phone, which was sticking out of the pocket of the jeans I’d just shed. “You’re a movie star with this enormous mansion in the hills, but now I’m in the house too. So maybe I wanna be a movie star too…” she said slowly and invitingly. “Maybe that’s the kind of distraction I need right now, with all the crap that’s going on.”

  Holy fuck. This woman was amazing.

  “You want me to film you?”

  “No. I want you to film us,” she said. “I’ve always thought it would be hot to do something like that. And you’re just…”

  She looked down, blushing, and I tipped her chin back, locking eyes with hers. “I’m just what?”

  “I think you’re the perfect guy to do it with.”

  Before she could say anything else, I claimed her mouth with mine, ravaging her with my kiss. Her lips were willing and she melted against my embrace as I was assured that yes, she definitely wanted to do this.

  I finally pulled away, which was pure torture seeing as I wanted to keep kissing her, and I grabbed my phone, set it to record, and placed it on a docking stand which sat up on a shelf. It was usually used as a stand for an iPod to play music from, but hell….this was a much better idea.

  “You sure about this?” I asked.

  She nodded. “Yes. Just make sure you don’t upload it anywhere. I don’t want to be a porn star for the whole world.”

  “Just my porn star,” I said roughly, my right hand going to her back, the other cupping her reddening cheeks. “Now take that thong off.”

  She quickly went to remove it, and I stopped her. “Not yet. For the camera.”

  She turned to face the shelf where my phone sat, a seductive smile playing on her lips as she shimmied her hips, slowly pulling the thong down. It finally landed on the floor, and then she was naked and beautiful in front of me. I took a step toward her, admiring her beautiful curves. “So fucking gorgeous,” I said, my voice husky. “Look what you do to me,” I added, grabbing her hand and placing it on my hard dick.

  She smiled. “What are you gonna do about it?”

  I had her bent over my leather bedroom sofa in the next second, with her ass up and her face against the back of it. It was the perfect location, directly across the room from the shelf.

  “Wait,” Nora breathed. “Not yet.”

  “You want to stop already?” I asked, trailing my fingers down her back. I gently slapped her ass and she trembled.

  She shook her head as she turned around. “No. I don’t want to stop. I just want to get things started my way.”

  With that, she put her hands behind her back, crossing them at the wrists, and she lowered herself down to sit on the couch. Making sure she was at an angle where the camera would capture every second of this, she stared right at me as she gently sucked the tip of my cock into her mouth, laving it with her tongue.

  Christ.

  Her eyes remaining on me, she got to work on my cock. I could feel myself getting even harder between her lips, feel the blood pumping into my shaft. I pulled her head back by her dark hair, and she let out a moan as my cock slipped in even deeper, taking up her whole warm mouth.

  "Fuck…" I groaned.

  Nora’s right hand moved to the base of my groin, holding my cock tightly as her mouth worked away at the upper half, and I reached down and grasped her free hand.

  “Touch yourself,” I ordered. “Rub your clit and slide those fingers inside your pussy.”

  She moaned again, and she did exactly what I said, playing with her perfect pussy. My cock was filling her up at the same time, throbbing more with each second as she explored it with her mouth, and she ran her tongue along my length, taking special care with the head. As she did that, her fingers slipped deeper between her pussy lips.

  “Look at me again,” I growled down at her, my fingers twining in her hair.

  She stared up at me, eyes wide as she continued to bob up and down on my dick, and I groaned. “Fuck…”

  I pulled out of her mouth and she moaned in protest, but then her eyes widened as I came with a spray of my seed all over her amazing tits. Her expression quickly turned to a smug smile as she realized how much she’d pleased me already, but it went back to the wide-eyed surprise of mere seconds ago when she saw that I was still rock-hard.

  “That’s what you do to me,” I said, grabbing her under the shoulders and pulling her up.

  Before I could even do anything or maneuver her body in any way, she turned around and bent over, ass up like she had been earlier. “Please,” she begged.

  “Please what?” I asked with a chuckle, running my hand down her ass. I could see her perfect pussy lips from this angle, and they were glistening with her arousal.

  “Just…I want you inside me,” she said, and her fingernails clawed against the back of the leather couch. “Fuck me, Jacob.”

  Slowly, I pushed the tip of my cock against her entrance and Nora bucked
her hips. My palm went to the small of her back to hold her down while I guided myself inside her with my free hand. I felt her walls stretching for me, her pussy so fucking tight it felt like it was going to make me come in one single thrust. I grunted, and she moaned, long and loud. I began moving my hips against her, slow yet firmly, making sure the phone camera was still capturing us at the perfect angle.

  “Remember when you hated me?” I said, leaning down and murmuring against her ear as I trailed one finger down her ass crack, swirling it around the entrance of her tightest hole as I fucked her pussy. She nodded as another moan spilled from her lips. “You wouldn’t even look at me. And now…now you’re letting me fuck you like a filthy porn star.”

  “I wanted you,” she said, her voice a breathless whisper as my cock drilled deeper and harder inside her, my index finger slowly dipping inside her ass. “I hated you, but I wanted you. Keep going, please…”

  She turned her head over her shoulder to look at me, and the lusty light in her eyes was by far the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Her pussy was so tight, so wet, it was damn near making me lose my mind. I held onto her ass as I kept fucking her, and I pumped inside her hard and fast. The need to fill her all the way up was heightened by her throaty moans and whimpers, and I felt her muscles tightening around me even more as she arched her back and gasped with pleasure.

  Sweat coated my hot skin as I held her in place, thrusting inside her until she was so loud that I was thankful we were here alone at my place and not back at her parents’ place where we’d be heard. I grabbed her chin and made her keep looking at me over her shoulder.

  “Are you on birth control?” I grunted, already feeling myself getting close again. She was just that fucking hot and tight, milking my cock to perfection. In the heat of the moment, I’d forgotten to grab a condom, and she shook her head in answer to my question, so I pulled out and groaned as I emptied my load all over her arched back.

  “Now that was an interesting film debut for you,” I said as I grabbed some tissues and helped clean her up a moment later.

  She laughed. “Make sure you send it to me. I want to watch it too.”

  I leaned down and kissed her, and then I drew back, stroking her face softly. “Thank you for trusting me enough to do that,” I said softly. “I know I don’t always make it easy for people to trust me.”

  She smiled up at me. “You’ve literally taken me into your home in my time of need,” she replied. “I think that tells me all I need to know about you.”

  I grinned. “Glad to hear it. Now come on…let’s get dressed. Angie and Oscar will be arriving any minute, and we don’t want to traumatize the poor creature.”

  “Or Oscar, either,” she joked.

  “I’m totally telling Angie you said that,” I replied in a faux snide voice.

  She laughed and took my hand. “Let’s go, you ridiculous man.”

  And just like that, I fell for her.

  All the way.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Nora

  I woke early the next morning, and for a moment, I thought I was still at home, forgetting all that’d happened recently. Reality hit me in the form of a kiss on the forehead a second later.

  “Morning, sexy.”

  I looked up to see Jacob leaning over on an elbow, staring at me. “Morning,” I said, rubbing my eyes. “How’d you sleep?”

  He sighed theatrically. “Terribly. I don’t think this is going to work out. Turns out you snore. So does Oscar,” he said with a roguish wink.

  Oscar was sleeping on the floor just beyond the bed, and his ears pricked up at the mention of his name.

  I laughed. “I do not snore. That was you!” I said. “You woke yourself up at one point.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, really.”

  “Let’s just agree to blame the dog,” Jacob said.

  I shook my head. “Oh no. No way. We all know you’re the culprit,” I said. “Anyway, I’m going to go let him out. I’ll be back in a minute.”

  I smiled at him as I hopped out of bed. I felt like I was living in a fairytale; everything was just so perfect. I’d gone from totally single to sleeping in the bed of a world-famous star, and he seemed to genuinely care about me. Not only that, he actually talked to me like we were friends as well as lovers, which was the best I could hope for in any sort of relationship, as far as I was concerned. Surely it all had to come crashing down at some point, as my luck was bound to run out eventually, although I hoped it wouldn’t.

  Unfortunately, it happened sooner than I thought.

  I headed downstairs with the dog to let him out for a run, and as I stood near the large French doors and watched him gambol across the grounds, I saw a tall, slim brunette with milky-white skin walking up the tiled footpath from the guesthouse. She paused when she saw me, a confused expression crossing her face for a second, and then she kept walking.

  “Hello,” she said as she stepped inside, her voice heavily accented. “You must be Nora. I’ve heard so much about you.”

  I realized this was the same woman who’d answered the phone the first time I ever called Jacob on his home number, and I frowned with confusion. Jacob had told me she was the housekeeper back then, but there was no way this woman was a housekeeper. For one, she was wearing a Versace dress and carrying a Chanel handbag, and there was no reason a housekeeper would be wandering the grounds dressed like that, at least not one I could think of. Secondly, she was absolutely stunning. A woman like her could easily be an actress or a model, so it was very hard to believe she simply worked for Jacob in such a way.

  “Hello,” I said, not wanting to be rude, whoever she was. “Yes, I’m Nora. And you…”

  I was cut off by Jacob appearing behind me. “Ina? What are you doing back so soon? I thought you said you’d be up north on your business thing for another two weeks at least.”

  She shrugged. “I forgot a few things. So I came back late last night to get them, and I booked a ticket back up there for this morning.” She looked down at the rose gold watch on her left wrist. “Oh, damn, I’m going to miss my flight if I don’t get out of here right this second. Sorry to be rude and dash off, but I really have to! Nice to meet you, Nora.”

  With that, she swept away, and I was left staring at Jacob, confusion etched into my features as I frowned. He looked uncomfortable, and I was filled with a sense of foreboding.

  “Who was that?” I asked. “I saw her come out of the guesthouse. Are you renting it to her or something?”

  He rubbed his chin. “In a manner of speaking.”

  I gritted my teeth. That didn’t exactly sound good. “What’s going on?” I demanded. “Who was that woman, and why was she here?”

  Jacob sighed. “This is really a conversation I was hoping to save for later. I wanted to spend more time with you first, let you get to know me better before you rush to judgment.”

  “Too late for that now. Cat’s out of the bag, and the woman is out of the guesthouse. So who is she?”

  He sighed again and looked at the floor for a moment, clearly not wanting to answer my questions anytime soon.

  “Jacob,” I said in a warning tone.

  He looked back up at me again. “That was Ina,” he finally replied.

  I rolled my eyes. God, he was being so damn evasive. “So I heard. Who is she?”

  Jacob steeled his jaw. “My wife,” he said. “Ina is my wife.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Nora

  I stared at Jacob, aghast. His wife? His goddamned freaking wife?

  He held his hands up. “Don’t react yet. Please. Just…”

  “You’re married?” I shrieked. How could I not react to this news? “You’re fucking married?”

  “It’s complicated. Can you please sit down and we’ll talk about it? Just let me explain.”

  He tried to come close to me but I pushed him away. “Get the hell away from me. I can’t believe how stupid I am. I trusted you so fast, like an i
diotic lovesick teenager, and after all the shit you pulled when we met, too! I’m such a fucking idiot.”

  I was an idiot. I’d only known Jacob for what…a month? Not even that. And we’d only started sleeping together two days ago. Yet here I was thinking it was a good idea to stay at his house and make sex tapes with him. Jesus, what was I thinking? Of course it was all bound to go wrong. He and I came from incredibly different worlds. I was solidly middle class with a cozy little house and a moral viewpoint which included not having a spouse while sleeping with other guys, and he was a millionaire celebrity whose morals apparently allowed him to have a wife while sleeping with other women.

  Kind of a deal-breaker.

  “Please, Nora, I wanted to tell you so badly. I really did. I just wanted to wait and break it to you slowly, not like this. She wasn’t meant to be back here from her business trip till next month.”

  “Oh, I’m so sorry your wife came back early and ruined your plans,” I said sarcastically. “Must be hard. Jesus, how did I not know this? Does anyone even know you’re married?”

  “Not really.”

  “Wow, she’s a lucky woman,” I said. “A husband who doesn’t tell anyone she exists and cheats on her all the time…amazing deal there.”

  “I’m not cheating on her.”

  I waved my hand at him. “Oh, whatever, I don’t care if you call it an open relationship. Even if she’s fine with it, I’m not! And I had a right to know before you seduced me.”

  “I don’t mean to point fingers, but you technically seduced me first, at your parents’ place.”

  I stared at him, incredulous. “Are you serious? We’re going to get technical like that so you can try and save your cheating, lying ass?”

  He ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that. Can you please just sit down and let me explain?”

  I craned my neck and looked outside. Oscar was a golden speck in the distance, and I whistled before turning back around to Jacob. “You’ve got until the dog decides to come back. Then we’re leaving.”

  “Okay, okay. Just sit down. Please.”