She blinks a few times and swallows hard. “What the point is?” She bites her lip and my cock throbs, but I ignore it. “That makes me sound so ungrateful, but I’m not.”
My hands come up and I cup her face. For a moment, I marvel at how soft her skin is. “It doesn’t make you sound ungrateful,” I insist.
“It wasn’t like there was ever a time when I dreamed of being what I became,” her words are small, like she’s afraid of saying them too loud. “I was in the right place at the right time.”
Her eyes drift toward the city in the distance. “I’ve felt kind of like this view for a long time. I bet most people would see the beauty of the lights and be drawn to them. But there is so much more to the landscape than just the lights.” She takes a deep breath, her mouth twisting to one side before she adds, “I don’t think many people have bothered to look at me and see more than the fame, than the roles, and all the celebrity that comes with it.”
I want to tell her that I see more than that, but I’m not sure she would hear me right now. It’s not easy to bite my tongue, but I manage.
“Lately I’ve been thinking about the life I want in the future, the one I’m moving toward. The one I’ve been actively building and what I want my life to be don’t match.” Her eyes meet mine and her voice holds vulnerability as she asks, “Have you ever felt like that?”
“I didn’t even know I could build a life, a future, for a long time,” I admit, the words falling between us before I can stop them. I clear my throat and focus back on her, not wanting to let those shadows get too close. “So, you came here just to change it up? To get away and see what happens?” When she nods, I can’t help but ask. “Is that why you showed up at Donald’s game? It wasn’t the smartest choice, Quincy,” I growl.
Her shoulders straighten and she looks down at me with an air of regalness that makes my cock throb and my mouth go dry.
“I promised myself I would say yes to things while I’m here. It wasn’t like he invited me to join him in a dark alley. I’m not some clueless child, I’m a grown ass woman,” she sasses.
Fuck. It’s sexy as hell. There’s no way I can hold myself back from her a second longer.
My mouth claims hers after I close the distance between us. Our lips pillow against each other. She’s soft. So, fucking soft.
She gasps against my lips and I swallow the sound. My tongue pushes into her mouth and she melts into me as she completely gives herself over to me. Our tongues swirl and I’m the one fucking moaning when the taste of her sweet mouth explodes on my tongue.
“Fuck, Hollywood,” I groan against her lips.
“You can’t just kiss me whenever you don’t like what I’m saying,” she murmurs without any real heat in her words.
“That’s not why I kissed you,” I tell her. “I kissed you because I couldn’t not kiss you.” She wiggles in my lap and I groan softly. “And to stop myself from spanking your ass.”
She stills in my lap and her mouth curls into a smile which is downright fucking sinful. “Are you trying to deter me from something? Is that supposed to be a punishment?”
“Damn it,” I curse under my breath. “I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to be able to stop myself from burying my cock deep inside of you, Quincy.” Even I can hear the desperation in my voice, the pain of holding myself back.
“Who said you have to stop yourself?”
And that’s about all I can fucking take. I stand up and turn her until she’s facing the table. With my hand between her shoulder blades I push her down until she braces herself on the surface. My heart hammers in my chest as I pull her skirt up around her waist, exposing the globes of her ass.
“Fuck me,” I grunt. “Never seen anything sexier,” I growl.
“Are you going to tease me or fuck me, Ace,” she entices me while wiggling her hips slightly.
“Hawkins,” I remind her, my tone not leaving any room for argument.
“Hawkins,” she moans as my hand caresses over her ass before squeezing.
My fingers grip the side of the thong she’s wearing and snap the fabric, something feral taking over and making my vision hazy around the edges. I can see the way her arousal glistens on the lips of her pussy when the fabric is pulled away and she’s exposed to my gaze.
“Oh, you fucking want me, Hollywood,” my words are filled with heat. “Look at how fucking wet you are for me. I’ve barely touched you.”
“Please,” she pleads, looking over her shoulder at me. “I need you inside me,” she moans.
I quickly undo my jeans and push them and my boxer briefs down just enough for my cock to spring free. While I grip the base, I slide the crown of my dick up and down her dripping slit. “You want my cock?” I growl the question, barely hanging on.
My cock is throbbing in my hand, and I realize I don’t give a fuck what her answer is. It doesn’t fucking matter.
I plunge inside of her in one, powerful thrust. She cries out as her back arches and her blonde hair flies around her head.
“Quincy,” her name on my lips is a warning, “you’re so fucking tight.”
