When she tightens around me, I have to stop moving entirely. Sweat trickles down my temple as I fight for control, wanting to make this last forever.
“You’re making me—Dante—” She falters. The car fills with her scent—cedar and magnolias mixed with leather and sex.
“That’s my girl.” The words come out rough, primal. Her eyes lock with mine. “Come for me, baby. Come all over this cock and fucking mean it.”
She tries to hold back the wave of pleasure, her teeth sinking into my shoulder as she conceals her gasping release. I come at the same time as her, wrapped in latex and the tight heat of her warmth.
Fuck. It’s even better than I imagined. This release after forty-four days without any—I nearly pass out.
The windows are completely fogged now, like we’re in our own private universe. But reality intrudes with a cleared throat.
“Mr. Hastings, we’ve arrived at Miss Sinclair’s house,” my driver announces through the intercom. My cock still throbbing inside her, I curse under my breath.
I pull out reluctantly, working off the condom and dropping it into the bin in the back of the limo before buttoning up my pants. “Come to my hotel. Let’s not call it a night.”
“Not tonight.” The words carry a teasing lilt. The way she keeps me wanting more is maddening.
I help her smooth down her dress. She allows me to fix her lipstick, watching me with those eyes that seem to hold entire conversations we never speak aloud. When I tuck a stray curl behind her ear, my fingertips brush against her skin, and time stretches, thin and delicate.
I get out first, Ramsey’s presence a dark outline in the window as I open her door. She steps out and turns to leave, and there’s something devastating about watching her choose to walk away.
I find my voice. “Don’t forget your pearls.”
She looks over her shoulder, and I toss her the necklace, watching it trace a gentle arc through the air between us. She catches it, as if she knew exactly where it would be.
“See you back on set in a week, Mr. Hastings.”
There goes Reese. She is both the woman I spar with, who lets me be myself, and Reese Sinclair, the untouchable star I’ve wanted since before I understood want. The distinction between these versions of her grows less clear each time we’re together.
We’ll return to set and maintain our arrangement—sex without complications, and by December we’ll wrap up filming. Next year, the USFA committee will have me back, image sparkling clean, and she’ll have drummed up sufficient publicity forRobyn Hood.
But then what?
This ache in my chest, persistent and unnamed, will fade. It has to.
Chapter 29
Dante
September 25th
Reese Sinclair Living Her Best Life: Star Lets Loose After Creative Differences with Felix—And We’re Here for It!
September 25th
Breaking Free: Reese Sinclair Shows Her Wild Side, and Fans Are Loving This New Era!
September 26th
America’s Sweetheart Reese Sinclair Gets a New Knight in Shining Armor—Dante Hastings to the Rescue!
September 26th
Robyn HoodGets Fresh Blood: Can Academy-Award Winning Director Amara Bellamy and Hollywood’s New Favorite Bad Girl Reese Create Magic Together?
Frankie
wait hold up…tabloids say u weren’t drunk at the party last night???
