“If you go, I go,” I declared.
“What do you mean?”
“If you leave Hollywood, I’m going with you. And if you die—I die.”
“Don’t say things that aren’t true.”
“I don’t think you realize how fucking crazy I am for you, Evie.”
“I— I’m scared, Sebastian,” she confessed.
I knew her words were layered. It wasn’t about getting caught right here, right now. It wasn’t about dying in a shower of bullets on her revenge quest. It was about me. Her and me. What our futures could be once this was over.
“Me too, but that’s the business we’re in, baby. Scared is what we do best.”
I tilted her chin up, and the moment our eyes locked, I crashed my lips down onto hers. Lifting her again, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I sank my cock into her, pushing her against the door.
I nipped her neck with my teeth and began to move, pushing her harder against the door. It was such a fragile set, the wood rattled with each thrust of my hips. I kissed her again, and our tongues began a slow, passionate dance devoid of rhythm. It felt like we were both trying to absorb into the other. As I ran my thumb over her nipple and pinched, I decided her leaving me was no longer an option. Before, I was going to simply ask her to stay—beg, even. But now… There was no choice for her.
I wasn’t losing her a second time.
“Sebastian...” She trailed off as her body tightened and then unraveled. Her muscles convulsed around my cock, milking me as she came. I ran my tongue down her neck as she cried out, relishing in what I’d done to her. Could I coax a third? I slowed as she savored her second, and then I started the hunt for my own release.
I worked her body, softening her, then winding her back up. Sweat poured from her brow, and the scent of her perfume blending with the look on her face as she was building up to come again was doing something to my senses. I was wild for her.
“Come on, Final Girl. Come for me one more time.”
“I—I can’t...” she whimpered, her eyes shut tight.
“Oh, I think you can. I’m not done until you are.” I ground into her, my cock pressing against her G-spot. She was struggling to breathe, which I found amusing, as she was constantly doing the same to me.
How I craved this.
She gasped as she came again. Her fluids drenched me, running down my legs as I pumped harder into her, searching for my release, finishing right alongside her. We fell against the door, limp, sweating, and trying to catch our breath.
“I—” The words were caught in my throat, but I needed to say it. I was vulnerable and needed to tell her how I felt.
“I was watchingThe Exorcist,” I said into her shoulder, afraid to see the rejection in her eyes, but I changed my mind. I pulled back to look at her, and before I could speak more, she yanked me to her.
“Beep beep, Ritchie,” she said before bringing her lips to mine.
Chapter 49
Sebastian
The Modesty Patch
Yesterday’s tryst was on replay in my mind as I prepared for today’s workday. Getting waxed and groomed for a day of sex scenes was awkward as hell—especially when my dick kept getting hard every time I thought about Evie. And it was interesting because I wasn’t just thinking about sex with her. I was thinking about the future. Movie nights with her and the dogs, vacations to Scotland or Australia, making more movies with her, marriage.
It was never really about sex with Evie Reyes. It was all the stuff in-between that had my mind going haywire.
After I was fully waxed, I admired myself in the full-length mirror in my trailer. I’d put a lot of work into maintaining the Hollywood physique. I hoped Evie liked how I looked. Before my mind could take me on a montage daydream of all the things I’d like to do with Evie, again, there was a knock on my trailer. Connor came in and said they were ready for me.
As my assistant drove me over to set, I noticed how protected things were for today’s scenes. This wasn’t any different from sex scenes I’d done before, but for some reason, I felt overly protective toward Evie’s and I’s privacy. A sense of comfort came over me as I spotted all the signs readingClosed Set.
“Thanks, Connor,” I said as he handed me a Red Bull and dropped me off.
“Anytime, Sebastian.”
