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I pushed down my shorts because I needed in her. Now.
“Yes. I studied ballet for–”
Was she talking? I couldn’t process as I cupped her tits, squeezed them, pinched the nipples, and watched her eyes fall closed and practically melt for me. “Like that?” I asked on a growl.
She squirmed. “God, yes.”
Sliding my hands down her body, I cupped her taut ass and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I carried her into the shower, pressing her against the tile. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Leaning down, I took her nipple in my mouth. Sucked hard.
Her back arched and her fingers tangled in my hair. “Me, too. Don’t stop.”
“Never,” I murmured, latching onto her other nipple next.
I meant it. I wanted this with Aspen. Being with her was simple. Easy. There was no work here. Just want.
32
LUKE
* * *
“How did it go?” Aspen asked when I came through the front door.
She climbed off the couch and ran to me, wrapped her arms around me. Usually, when I had big news to share, I called my parents. They were my biggest cheerleaders and they helped me share in my successes. This time, when I came out of the studio lot, all I wanted to do was tell Aspen. To be with her and share my happiness.
I lifted her up and kissed her. “Not sure, but I think I got it.”
Her eyes widened and she grinned. “Yeah?”
I nodded. Fuck, I wanted that role. It would change the trajectory of my career, pull me out of the Dr. Dark and Dangerous moniker and I would hopefully be seen for my acting skills instead of my hair or the ability to perform emergency surgery with a pen.
“They’ve seen me act, so this was a little bit of a formality.”
“Did they ask about rehab?” She looked a little worried because that was the clincher… and the reason she was here. Shit. I broke every speed law between Burbank and here to share my good news with my fake girlfriend. I set her back on her feet and took a small step back.
I huffed, ran a hand through my hair. “Yeah, and I told them the truth, that the tabloids like a good story.”
“That’s it?”
It did seem a little anticlimactic. There’d been no drama like on TV. I showed up, I read some lines from a scene. They took some photos. They asked me about rehab, and I even got a back slap for finding love outside of the LA rat race.
Except I fed them one lie to negate another. Was I any better than Lacey, who used me to get what she wanted? I’d used Aspen.
“They saw the photos of us I posted, even saw the one with Lacey. The timeline’s there to prove I wasn’t in rehab. They’ll negotiate with Sam, and I’ll hear back. In the meantime, we have a party to go to tonight.”
“We?”
“Yeah. It’s at some mansion in Beverly Hills. The producer will be there, and it’ll give me one more networking opportunity. Lots of industry people, community activists.”
“And you’re going because…”
“We’re going because they–hopefully–want to show off their new star. Your boyfriend’s gonna be a movie star. What do you think about that?” I winked.
She studied me, then shrugged. “I’m proud of you. But to me, you’re just Luke.”
My smile slipped and I leaned in and kissed her to hide it. I was just Luke? I didn’t know what that meant. Who just Luke was. Could that be enough or someone as amazing as Aspen?
