“You have every right to be mad at them,” Wes says forcefully. “They’re your parents. They’re supposed to have your back. Under any circumstances. Family is… everything.”
I’m a little surprised at the vitriol in Wes’s tone. He seems genuinely worked up about this whole thing. In a way, it’s validating. “Yeah. You’re right.”
“What did he do to you, anyway?” he pushes.
I idly swirl the contents of my wine glass around, trying to think of how to word it.
“Eddie?”
“Yeah, of course, Eddie. What happened?” Wes asks, leaning forward.
I can’t meet his eyes somehow. “He just made a move on me. That’s all. It’s such a stupid thing. It happened so quickly. We were just having a normal business meeting, and then suddenly, his hand was on my thigh and he was trying to kiss my neck and… I just got up and ran out. I couldn’t even process it at first. I kept thinking I imagined it. But I didn’t. It was real. It happened. And it’s all been downhill from there,” I describe quietly.
“Jesus, Molly,” Wes swears. “That’s…” He trails off, just staring at me for a long moment. Then he picks up the bottle of wine and refills both our glasses. I give him a smile of gratitude.
“Thanks.”
“You’re one tough woman, you know that?” he says, shaking his head. I blush. “I’m serious. Most women would probably have just let him do what he pleased. Suffered in silence. It takes a lot of courage to stand up to a guy like Eddie Arnold. Especially with his relationship to your family.”
“Well, thank you, I guess,” I answer, smiling weakly. “I just wish this shit would all blow over so I could get back to work and think about something else for a change. It’s killing me, just sitting around with a target on my back, just waiting to see what that bastard does next.”
There’s a long silence between us, the air trembling with the sweet sound of the vinyl album circling. Then, Wes speaks up. “You know. There are some things we could do to take your mind off of it. Just for a little while.”
I look up at him. Those eyes, blazing brightly again.
Coaxing me. Promising me bliss. Ignorance. A welcome distraction.
I shouldn’t. We shouldn’t. But god… I want to.
10
Wes
There’s hesitation in her eyes, and I’m ready to back off at a moment’s notice. Maybe I’ve been misreading things between us, and what happened at the hotel was just what it was--a quick, impulsive thing done in the heat of the moment.
But then I see that hesitation give way to the dancing, curious fire behind her amber irises that hit me the first time I looked into them.
“What do you have in mind?” she asks, her voice smooth with feigned, inviting innocence. Her fingers stroke a lock of her hair, twisting one around her finger idly, and it hits me that she’s nervous.
Molly Parker. Nervous.
She isn’t even in mortal danger this time.
The thought brings an amused smile to my lips. Without another word, I move forward and scoop her up into my arms. She yelps in surprise, but she puts her hands behind my neck to hold on as if she were expecting it the whole time.
She giggles as I bounce her lightly in my arms as I turn around, and while I start carrying her back to the bedroom, I kiss her on the neck, making her recoil and squirm in my arms while I squeeze her ass.
Music follows us back to the room, and I push the door open with my ass as I hear her shoes fall to the floor with a clatter.
“Here I thought actresses were supposed to be composed all the time,” I tease her, whispering into her ear.
“Some of us like to live a little,” she says.
Instead of tossing her down on the bed, this time I sit down with her, holding her in my arms, letting her curl into my lap and wiggle her ass into my legs, making me stiff in a matter of seconds. My cock remembers how her ass feels, even through jeans, and I’m hungry for more.
But this time is more measured, less impulsive. I’m going to take my time with her. Enjoy her body as much as she enjoys mine.
My rough hand moves up and down her back. I let my thumb feel her shoulderblades, run down the bones of her back, feeling her through her skirt. Her eyes are burning holes in me, and I’m lost in them.
The next moment, with incredible dexterity, she swings a leg up over me so that she straddles me, wrapping her legs around my waist and letting me hold her sides while she tosses her hair back.
“You’re getting fond of that position,” I point out.
“I’m a creature of habit sometimes,” she says, a light blush coming to her cheeks. I reach up and run my hands through her hair and start playing with it, watching the dark locks run smoothly down my hands. She seems to like that, so I go further into her hair, my whole hand getting lost in her while she sighs contentedly, melting into me until her face rests against my shoulder.
When I feel like it’s getting too sleepy for my liking, I lean in and kiss her neck again, my beard tickling her skin and making her wiggle again on me and playfully squirm back. I hold onto her tight to keep her from escaping, but when she takes her hands off my shoulders, I take the moment to lift her shirt up over her head and toss it aside, leaving her once more naked before me.
I cup one of her breasts in my hand, running my thumb over the soft, expensive fabric with a thoughtful smile. “How much did this thing cost?”
“They’re expensive,” she says with a roll of her eyes.
“I can’t imagine how much they can get away with for a Hollywood wardrobe.”
“They’re unbelievable at a regular store,” she says pointedly. “The bra industry could fund a whole movie if it wanted to.”
“Sounds like a conspiracy in the making,” I say in a gruff, serious voice with a raised eyebrow, and she giggles. With a quick motion, I unhook the bra and toss it to the floor, leaving her whole torso exposed to me.
A satisfied rumble comes from my chest as I devour her with my eyes, running my hands up and down her back as she watches me take her in. There’s a smug satisfaction on her face and in those lidded eyes.
“I’m starting to think you like getting felt up by a scruffy vagrant like me,” I say, cocking my head to the side and narrowing my eyes.
“Only as much as you like getting your hands on a ‘spoiled starlet’?” she quips with a wink that hits me through the heart, and I give a deep, rumbling chuckle before I lean her back in my arms and put my lips to her nipple.
She gives a faint gasp as I run my tongue around her areola and flick the tip of her nipple. I can feel her heartbeat under her skin as I toy with her, getting her stiffer, running my hands up and down her back. I dig my hands into her, nails scratching softly along that sensitive, pampered skin while I take her nipple between my teeth gently.
It’s stiff by now, and I move to the other stiffening bud and play with it, Molly’s quivering form helpless in my hands. I can’t lie, the feeling of having her in my grasp like this is something I could get used to.
My teeth graze her carefully, perilously close to the most sensitive parts of her breasts. Her skin is smooth and softer than I could have possibly imagined before I felt them. I want to ravage her immediately, but instead, I think it better to ease into it this time.
“You’ve been through a lot,” I whisper in a husky tone. “You need to unwind.”
“Didn’t know that was in a bodyguard’s job description,” she says as she runs her fingers through my hair, holding the back of my head while I devour her breasts.
“You’re not the only one full of surprises,” I growl back at her. At that, she looks up, a faint smile on her face. I feel her pause, and I look up, arching an eyebrow.
“What?”
“Nothing,” she says, going a little red in the cheeks. I grin, then lean forward and press a kiss into her lips. The kiss turns fierce, her hands going to my strong jaw and pulling her forward, pressing her breasts to my chest before they go down to t
he hem of my shirt, tugging at it.
I oblige, pulling the shirt off and leaving myself exposed before her.
She runs her hands over my broad chest, those kissable lips curling up into a smile with a satisfied murmur while I feel her soft palms touching me, appreciating my hardened, chiseled form.
“This is my favorite surprise, I think,” she muses, feeling my chest hair and squeezing my shoulders, and I feel quiet pride swelling up inside me. “Maybe I should use bodyguards more often.”
“Oh?” I say, a challenged look on my face. “I think you’ll find my rates very competitive.”
She giggles and leans in to kiss me, and I run my hand possessively down her back. “I’ve got another surprise you might enjoy though,” I say, a thought coming to me, and she tilts her head curiously.
Suddenly, I stand up, carrying her with her legs around my waist, and she holds onto my neck while I carry her into the bathroom.
Inside, I have the one feature of the house that I’m a little bit ashamed to admit to having. Molly’s eyebrows go up at the sight of a very large garden tub in the corner of the bathroom, pristine and unused.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Molly says, biting her lip to hold back a smile. “I had you pegged for a standing-shower kinda guy with a tumbleweed instead of a sponge.
“This came with the apartment,” I say. “Too expensive to get rid of, so I just leave it the way it is. Haven’t used it a single time.
“Then why’s there a travel bottle of bath oil on the edge of it?” she asks, fast as lightning, and I feel my back stiffen. She grins triumphantly at me while my face goes a little red.
“...okay, that was a lie. That came with a congratulations-on-your-first-job package my friend Cody sent me. I used it once with a cold beer to celebrate on my own.”
“Awww,” she gushes, leaning her head into me, and I roll my eyes. “You know I’m literally never letting you live that down, right?”
“Uh-huh,” I grunt.
I set her down long enough to start the water running, and while she strips her clothes off, I pour the rest of the little bottle in with the hot water and dispose of the evidence.
And I have to admit, the oils make the room smell pretty nice.
Once there’s enough water in the tub, I strip my own clothes off and turn to see Molly leaning against the bathroom sink, utterly naked.
My heart rate picks up, and she smiles at the effect the very sight of her has on me. Her nipples are still stiff from my toying with them, and I notice her eyes are looking at my half-erect cock between my legs, hanging brashly and only getting stiffer at the sight of her.
She approaches me, and I take her into my arms, her naked flesh electrifying my touch. She’s warm and soft as I am hard, and it’s so natural when I scoop her up and lower her into the bath that I’d think I’d been doing it for years, if I didn’t know better.
It’s almost surprising how natural, how right it feels.
I climb into the tub with her, and my bulk takes up a huge amount of space. It almost feels small once I get in, and Molly giggles at how much the water rises as I settle down into it.
“Are you sure this thing came with the apartment? Looks like it’s a perfect fit for you.”
“Shut up,” I say with a grin as I get comfortable, and I use my legs to push her around the edge of the tub to slide her into me, and I wrap my arm around her.
She sighs contentedly once the water rises over her chest and up to my midriff, and she nestles into my side, leaning her head against my shoulder with her hair draped over the edge of the tub so it doesn’t get wet.
“So, it may not be the luxury you’re used to,” I say, “but it’s cozy, yeah?”
“It’s new, believe it or not, and it’s exactly what I need,” she says, reaching up and putting a hand on my chest, feeling my slow, steady heartbeat.
We relax for a few moments, letting our thoughts drift to nowhere before I break the silence. “So wait, what do you mean, ‘new’? I thought starlets like you did this kind of thing constantly.”
“Have a legitimately private moment all to yourself and someone you like to just unwind with no pretenses for as long as you like?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at me. “You’re kidding, right?”
I give her a look that definitely does not suggest kidding.
She shakes her head. “Everything’s either too busy or too scripted for me. Always has been for my family. This one time, we went on a little vacation to Maui at this big ‘private’ resort, and even then, there were photo ops all the time. I was just trying to hang out with my sister or my parents, and we were either getting pulled off to pose or having to move to avoid the paparazzi that weren’t supposed to be there.”
I raise my eyebrows, genuinely surprised. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” she muses, looking a little sad. “Wow.”
I squeeze her side and look down at her with a smile. “Well, you’re incognito for a little longer, at least. Might as well enjoy it while we have the chance.”
She smiles up to me, a sunny smile that makes me feel my cock start to harden under the sweet-smelling waters, and it isn’t long before I have to bend down and kiss her. Our naked bodies pressed together, we can’t keep our hands off each other for much longer.
The next second, my hands are on her hips and hers are on my shoulders. Our lips are pressed against anywhere they can find, tongues dancing together, legs intertwining. I don’t know how long we’re in that bath tub, but it feels like hours, even though it was probably only twenty minutes at most. My hands grope her ass, her breasts, feel her chin, any part of her I can find. Every inch of her is like touching heaven.
She takes her time with my body, too, counting my abs, running her hand along my cock from base to tip and making it stiffen as much as she likes, holding my balls in her hands and whispering things into my ear that get my blood stirring.
No wonder I eventually have enough of it all, and I stand up, holding her in my arms as I carefully step out onto the tile and towel us off briefly before rushing us out the door.
I feel like we’re teenagers sneaking around, and my heart is pounding as I chase her into the bedroom, her bubbly laughter making my heart skip. She leaps onto the bed, and I’m right after her, putting a knee on the bed and pinning her down with my arms, our faces just a few inches apart as she beams up at me, hips squirming, and I realize that this is the real Molly Parker--the human, not the actress. Her guard is down, and she’s in front of me with intentions as naked as her body.
As I lean forward, I feel the tip of my erect cock touch her lips, and I feel that she’s as wet as the first time we fucked each other in the safe room.
An unspoken question hangs in the air between us, our faces so, so close.
Are we doing this again, with clear heads and unfettered lust?
11
Molly
Blue. The deepest ocean blue I’ve ever seen outside of the beach. It’s such a magical, almost unnatural color that it’s hard to believe it’s real. I feel like if I could just let go of this world, with all its pain and stress and fear, I could give in, just fall forever into that lovely blue until nothing matters anymore. Until everything is gone, melted away. No work. No struggle to stay relevant. No picking apart my appearance in the mirror, highlighting the flaws a casting director might hone in on and mark me as unusable, un-castable. No Eddie, pulling the strings and turning me into a terrified, trapped marionette doll at his mercy. I wish I could just float away from all of that. Wes is gazing at me with those luminous eyes, asking so many questions without breathing a word. Offering me a chance, a life preserver drifting in the open sea.
Take me. Set me adrift. Let me float away with you, far from all this mess.
I open my lips, just barely. A plea catches itself in my mouth, hanging there, afraid to stumble out and ruin everything with a few words. Words are so limited. Even when you think so hard about what to say and how to say it, when you dig thro
ugh a thesaurus and a dictionary and wrack your brain for the best sequence of syllables to make yourself understood-- words fall short. No matter what you say, the meaning gets stuck in traffic.
I don’t want him to ask me if it’s okay. I want him to just know. I see that recognition in his stare. He does know. He understands. It’s clear, this magnetism between us. The electricity is so powerful that I’m surprised we haven’t short-circuited every appliance in the apartment. He has to know that I already belong to him, that he could bend me and break me into pieces if he wanted to and I would let him. Maybe it’s just that I’m vulnerable right now, with my whole career and maybe even my life itself dangling by a thread. Maybe it’s just because it’s been so, so long since someone touched me with an ounce of the kind of passion and intensity that Wes does. Maybe it’s just because there’s nothing else I can think of to do right now besides this.
Or maybe it’s because there is something greater than just sexual energy between us, and we’re both terrified and exhilarated at the mere thought of it.
The reason doesn’t matter. I’m his for the taking, and I know he knows it.
So why is he hesitating?
“Molly,” he breathes. His voice is a low growl, like gravel in his throat. Like he’s struggling to hold himself together as he hovers over me, those blue eyes piercing me straight through to the sheets. The sound of my name on his lips makes me shiver. Tiny goosebumps spread along my bare skin. His eyes flit over my arms and chest, taking in the sight, watching what his voice alone can accomplish. Marveling in the effect he has on me.
I give him a soft smile, swallowing hard in anticipation of what might happen next.
He bends slowly to kiss me, his teeth barely grazing my bottom lip. I can tell he’s calling upon every last shred of self-control to restrain himself. To take it slow. But he doesn’t have to. He doesn’t need to treat me like a delicate piece of china. I’m durable. Strong. And even if he does break me, I’m ready for it. I’m desperate for it.
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