“Go ahead,” I said, still teasing her nipples. “Put me inside you and ride my cock.”
She rose up out of the water, leaving a trail of water as she headed over to the sink. I watched as she searched through one of the drawers. When she found a condom, she returned and slipped it on me. A second later, she lowered herself onto my dick. The water rippled and splashed out of the tub as she bounced up and down. I relaxed my arms on the sides of the bathtub. She was in complete control now, using my cock to pleasure herself. And I liked the view. Everything about her was perfection. Every movement, every noise was intoxicating.
And I was addicted.
“I’m going to cum,” she wailed, as she rubbed her thumb over her clit.
“That’s it,” I groaned. “I want your cream all over my cock.”
“Oh, God,” she screamed, circling her clit faster and faster. “It’s coming. It’s coming.”
I felt my own climax approaching. Clasping my hands around her hips, I thrust as deep inside her as I could go. We were both panting hard. “Fuck, I’m going to cum too.”
“Do it now,” she ordered.
The moment I felt her inner walls pulsate, I erupted. We both groaned with such intensity, I couldn’t tell who was louder. Her body shook as she rode the waves of her orgasm. When she was done, she collapsed on top of me. I put my arms around her, and said, “I can’t get enough of you.”
She kissed me softly on the lips. “Good.”
Chapter Nine – Sloane Ardent
I woke up with the best possible view.
A beautiful, bare-chested man was lying beside me. The first person I’d let sleep in my bed since I moved to LA. He was on his side with his muscular arm curled under one of my white pillows. The sunlight broke through the separation between the blinds enough that I saw his green eyes on me. His lips arched on one side, giving him a lopsided grin that made the butterflies in my stomach do backflips.
“Good morning,” he said, in his raspy voice. “Did you sleep well?”
I didn’t do much sleeping. We’d spent most of the night talking. The conversation went on for hours and without ever getting stale. He never held back once. Any question I asked, he answered with no hesitation. He’d told me everything from his childhood up to the years he spent as a detective. We’d even talked about our friends and ex-lovers. Nothing was off limits with him. He was open and honest, which was rare in my business. It felt good to be let into someone’s life.
To be trusted.
But more than anything, it was nice to be with someone that wasn’t looking for anything in return. He had no interest in Hollywood. All he wanted was my time. To get to know me. At first, it was hard to let him in, but after he told me so much about himself, I started to feel more comfortable. That was also around the time I opened the first wine bottle. Soon, I was telling him everything—even delving into my trust issues from the past and the details of my problems with Julian.
By the time we actually fell asleep, it was nearly morning. I smiled. “Well, I did have a fairly large man taking up half my bed. But other than that, I slept well.”
“Consider yourself lucky.” He reached out, pressing our bodies together. “It was tough staying on my side.”
“Why?”
“The sexiest woman I’ve ever seen was only inches away.” He brushed his lips against mine. “It took all my strength to let you sleep.”
My cheeks warmed.
As I grabbed another pillow, I noticed the time on my clock. It was nearly noon. “I wish we could stay like this.”
“I have off today.” He wrapped his arms tighter around my waist. “Which means we can stay here till tomorrow if you’d like.”
I enjoyed our night together, but I had to get out of bed. With the awards coming up in less than two weeks, I had press I was required to do. My days would be filled with interviews, photography sessions, and personal appearances. Movie making was so much more than acting. The marketing requirements were time consuming, and the awards shows were no different. I had to keep my face in the spotlight for Oscar voters.
“I wish that were possible, but I have a photoshoot in two hours.” I let out a disappointed sigh. “And I can’t reschedule.”
He reached for my hand and entwined our fingers. “Would you like me to tag along? Maybe we could do something afterwards.”
Excitement bloomed in my chest. “You wouldn’t be bored to tears?”
He rolled on top of me and buried his face in the crook of my neck, making me giggle. “Not if it means spending more time with you.”
I pulled him into a tender kiss. “I’d love it.”
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There were more people at the shoot than I expected. My agent was here, talking on her phone as always. There were the usual makeup, wardrobe, catering, and lighting people. But I wasn’t expecting any journalists. Apparently my agent had arranged for an interview to go along with the photos. She’d said we discussed it last week, but I didn’t recall the conversation. I kept looking over at Matthew. He stood in the back corner, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed.
Dominic, the photographer, was someone I was familiar with. He’d been in the business for over thirty years. I’d worked with him on a few magazine features and a large group shot we did for Vanity Fair for the Oscars issue. He was always professional, but just like any other photographer, he wanted the un-getable shot—the one no one else had. The John Lennon nude shot that lived on well past the Rolling Stone publication. That’s why I had to be extra cautious with him.
The dresses for the shoot were very revealing. Some were basically translucent. The one I’d chosen was a playful canary yellow low-cut dress. It looked great next to my red hair, which had been styled into long hanging curls. My makeup was subtle except for the ruby red lipstick. The straps on the dress were skinny, while the short skirt flared at the bottom. Dominic turned on a fan. The air blew my dress up slightly in the front, showing off my legs.
As the pictures snapped, I tried to focus on the music playing rather than watching Matthew’s reaction. I wasn’t sure how to explain it, but I knew something was off. He kept shifting from side to side. But he never once took his eyes off me. His stare was intense and totally unreadable. I thought about stopping several times to ask what was going on but I didn’t want to draw attention to him while the journalists were in the room.
“That’s great,” Dominic said, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Turn your hips a little to the left.”
“Okay,” I replied, shifting my body as he requested.
“Perfect,” he said, taking a picture. “Now put your finger on your cleavage and tug the dress down a few inches.”
I lowered the front of my dress about an inch.
“Okay, that’s great.” He snapped a few pictures. “Give me a little more. Let’s see you take it down about another three inches. You’re going to look really sexy.”
I glanced at my agent, but she was still on the phone. This was usually the point where she’d step in and reject his request. It wasn’t uncommon. Photographers often tried to get their models nude without showing the naughty bits. But I didn’t feel comfortable with that. It wasn’t about body image or any kind of insecurities. I just liked to stay conservative. Since I’d gotten this far without the sexy spreads, I didn’t need to start them now.
“This is as far as I’m going to go, Dom.” I gave him one more inch just so I didn’t come off as unreasonable.
“Come on, Sloane,” he urged. “This is for the cover. Don’t you want to give your fans something new?”
One of the journalists in the back chimed in. “Yeah, let’s see something sexy.”
The group of men started cheering and whistling. It felt as if the room was working against me, and the person usually in my corner wasn’t saying a word. As I scanned the room, she was nowhere to be found. My chest tightened. I tried to calm my breathing. The last thing I needed was a panic attack. I’d only had two since I moved
to this town, but that hadn’t happened for a long time. What I needed to do was take control of the situation. The photoshoot was about me and I wasn’t going to do anything that made me uncomfortable.
“She said that’s as far as she wanted to go.” Matthew stood next to the photographer with his palm over his camera lens. “That means you drop it.”
Dominic swatted his hand away. “Who the hell are you?”
Matthew flashed his badge. “I’m the guy that can shut this party down with one phone call, so I suggest you do what the lady says.”
Dominic stared at me. “Get him out of here.”
I was stunned in place with my mouth hanging open. Nothing like this had ever happened before. I took a long pause before I spoke. “Let’s take a twenty minute break. The crew can grab some lunch and everyone can cool off.”
Dominic said something under his breath as he stormed out of the room.
Everyone else dispersed except for the journalists who had their eyes glued on us. One of them was about to take a picture of Matthew with their camera phone, and I tugged on his arm. This was exactly the kind of scene I tried to avoid. Even without the picture, this outburst was going to be an article and they were going to try to get information on him. He doesn’t know it now, but he just became the paparazzi’s number one new target.
I pulled him down the small hallway and back to the dressing room. Once I had him inside, I locked the door. The square room was sparse. A large vanity mirror with light bulbs all around the edges was anchored to the wall with a table attached. A blue salon chair stood out in the plain white room. On the table, makeup that had been used for the shoot sat in rows along with a line of hairbrushes and curling irons.
I paced around the room. “How could you do that?”
“Me?” he questioned, his eyes widened with surprise. “That asshole wasn’t taking no for an answer.”
This was my fault. I never should’ve brought him here. He didn’t understand the business. He had no clue how these people work. This whole situation was a reminder why I didn’t date normal people. “I didn’t need you to do that.” I stood in front of him with my hands on my hips. “I had the situation under control.”
He peered down at me like a cop about to write a speeding ticket. “That’s not how it looked to me.”
I tried to be reasonable about this and not blame him. In his heart, he was trying to take up for me. It was something men did for the women they cared about. In a way, I guess it would’ve been worse if he had said nothing. “I get why you did it. I really do, but you don’t understand the ramifications.” I pointed to the door. “Those guys out there will post about this. They’ll try to find information on you and you’ll be in the gossip columns.”
He shook his head. “They can say what they want. I told you last night, I don’t have anything to hide.”
“That doesn’t matter. If they can’t find a story, they’ll create one.” I let out an exaggerated breath as I tried to remain calm. “Your small little outburst will be transformed into something much greater by the time it posts on their website.”
“I don’t care what they write about me.” He pulled me into his arms. “All I care about is you.”
What he said was so sweet, but he had no idea just how bad this could get. “You might feel differently when they follow us out of here.”
With his jaw clenched, he replied, “Let them try.”
“See, that’s what I mean.” I pressed my finger into his chest. “If you react, you’re just feeding the beast. They won’t go away. More will come and it will be a circus. This is why I take steps to avoid the press. This is why I—”
He cupped my face in his hands and crushed his lips against mine. This wasn’t one of the sweet kisses I’d gotten when we woke up. This was hard and rough and intense. His tongue thrust into my mouth, forcing his way inside. I squealed, which seemed to excite him. His hands were all over my body. He tugged the straps of my dress down, letting the slim fabric puddle around my ankles.
Before I could say a word, he’d removed my strapless bra and I stood here in only my panties. His hands clasped by breasts, while his thumbs traced the rim of my nipples. It only took a second for them to tighten, sending warm tingles down to my core. All the anger I’d felt only moments ago was replaced by insatiable lust. I dug my fingers in his hair as he lowered to suck one of my tips into his mouth.
“This doesn’t make up for what you did,” I moaned.
“I’m not trying to make up for anything.” He bent onto his knees, lowering my panties. “You’re mine.” He placed a row of kisses on my stomach as I stepped out of the clothes clinging to my feet. “And no one fucks with my woman.”
My core tightened. I’d never had a man be so protective over me. I was pissed at first, but now it all seemed like old fashioned chivalry. I didn’t think there were any men like him left on the planet. “Am I your woman now?” I teased, with my eyebrow raised.
“Maybe you need a reminder.” He stood, and pulled his shirt over his head. I ran my fingernails over the ripples in his stomach.
A low growl escaped his throat.
“Maybe I do.” I said, coyly.
One of his hands wrapped around my waist. The other slid between my thighs. He drove a finger deep inside my core. “Tight and wet.” He pounded in and out of me harder than ever before. “Just how I like it.”
I moaned through every thrust. “You’re going to make me cum.”
“Not yet,” he replied, pulling his wet finger out of me. I whimpered with disappointment and he smacked my ass. “If you whine again, I’ll leave.”
“You wouldn’t,” I replied.
Grabbing me by the hips, he turned me around in front of the chair. He pushed down on my back and I balanced my hands on the seat. I glanced up at the mirror. He was right behind me unbuttoning his jeans. As he rolled a condom on, he replied, “I can punish you any way I want.”
My eyes widened. “Punish me for what?”
There was no answer. Instead, he kicked my legs open and positioned his erection against my entrance. He dragged his mushroom head up and down my wet slit. “Who do you belong to?” he asked, gruffly.
Cream dripped down my thighs as I waited impatiently for his cock. “You.”
He pressed his tip inside my core, then stopped. “What’s my fucking name?”
“Matthew Weggman,” I answered, with desperation in my tone.
“Now say it again,” he ordered, as he filled my pussy to the hilt. “Who owns your sweet little pussy?”
“Detective Matthew Weggman owns my pussy.” I moaned.
Digging his fingers into my hips, he drove into me like a machine. Powerful and commanding. With each thrust, he made his claim on me and I was ready to submit. “Don’t ever forget it.”
There was a knock at the door. A woman with a squeaky voice asked, “Ms. Ardent, are you ready to return to set?”
Matthew ignored her, continuing to pound into me. My climax was only seconds away. And knowing someone was right behind the flimsy door only made the sex dirtier. He released my hips and squeezed my breasts, rolling and teasing my nipples. That was all I needed. Starbursts lined my vision as the orgasm rippled through me. “I’m coming. I’m coming.” I screamed.
He let out a groan as he released.
“Okay,” she replied, thinking I was talking to her. “I’ll let Dominic know you’re on your way.”
Panting, I glanced over my shoulder at Matthew and we both started laughing.
Chapter Ten – Detective Matthew Weggman
I owed Sloane an apology.
The outburst at the photoshoot wasn’t my best moment. She was a grown woman and capable of handling herself, but my instincts to protect her went into overdrive and I escaladed things. I put her in an uncomfortable situation and I regretted my actions. But it wasn’t all bad. The sex afterwards was hot as hell. She liked to be dominated, and I was more than willing to oblige. It was raunchy and dirty an
d I loved every second of it.
But those orgasms wouldn’t make up for how I behaved. I needed to do something for her. After I left the shoot, I headed down to the local grocery store and picked up the supplies for an amazing Italian dinner. Mom was an excellent cook and taught me everything she knew. And I paid attention. I’d surprised many people with my culinary skills. I hoped Sloane would be equally impressed. When she finished, I was waiting in the car for her.
She met me around the back near a hidden exit to avoid the awaiting paparazzi. Once she slipped into the passenger seat, she noticed the filled plastic bags in the back. “What’s all this?”
“You’re going to go home and take a nice bath while I make you dinner.” I announced, proudly.
“That’s so sweet,” she gushed.
That was the reaction I was hoping for. “I’m glad you think so.”
She rummaged through some of the bags as if she were trying to assess what I planned to serve. “I can’t remember the last time anyone cooked for me.”
That was a shame. “Do you like Italian?”
“I love it,” she squealed. “It’s been years since I had any pasta.”
“Years?” I asked, thinking I heard her wrong.
She chuckled. “Carbs are illegal in Hollywood.”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s ridiculous.”
We drove back to her bungalow without running into any paparazzi, which was a relief. I’d have to get used to them following us around, and I didn’t expect it would be an easy transition. But I’d have to learn to deal with it if I wanted to date her. Being a successful actress meant they’re part of the package. The whole thing seemed silly to me. Celebrity culture was a joke. I didn’t get why anyone cared about their lives. They were just people like everyone else.
Once I carried all the ingredients inside, I got to work in the kitchen. Mom had taught my brother and me to cook when we were both teenagers. She wanted to make sure we knew how to take care of ourselves when we were adults. I’d even learned to make my own pasta noodles. I’d love to show that to Sloane sometime, but we need more time for that. As I was going through her cabinets, I realized most of her pots and pans looked brand new.
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