Chase leans over the countertop, gazing at me. “I had to tell someone, okay? Did I fuck up?”
I step over and wrap my arms around him, pulling him close. “I’m glad you told him. You didn’t fuck up.”
“Okay,” he says against my chest.
“I have to leave to meet Emily,” I tell him, running my hand across his hair. “But I’m not going to be able to see you this week.”
“Very funny.”
“Unfortunately, I’m not joking. We’re filming on location upstate for a few days in the Catskills.”
He pulls back, looking me in the eyes. “You weren’t going to mention that to me?”
“Honestly, it slipped my mind entirely. I’ve been thinking about a lot of other things more than my filming schedule lately.”
He nods. “It’s okay. I need to finish processing your photoshoot, and I’ll never focus on it enough if your ass is within fuck-range of my cock.”
“Fuck-range?”
He looks up at me, stepping forward to cup my groin. “Yeah. Kind of like you are right now.”
“Do not get me hard before I go see my manager.”
His lips come up in a smile. “Maybe I want you hard and tortured all day while you’re out and about. All week, while you’re upstate. What if I told you not to come for the whole time you’re up there?”
A pang hits my chest. “I wouldn’t be able to film without getting hard if you did that.”
His eyes glimmer. “But you’d do it, right?”
He squeezes my cock slightly and already it’s beginning to harden. “Maybe.”
“You would.”
“You love to torture me, don’t you?”
“It’s okay. You can come. Just send me pictures of it sometimes, okay?”
He releases me and I pull in a slow breath. I head back tohis room to get dressed and ready to leave, and I’m heading for the door within a few minutes. He walks me downstairs to the street, and the city is already bustling, although his street isn’t too crowded yet.
“Thank you for the smoothie. It was way more delicious than the ones I make myself. I’ll see you soon, Chase.”
“Hey. Come here,” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me back. “Kiss me.”
His lips hit mine, and he kisses me slowly.
A thrill rolls through me.
We’re kissing on the street. There are no paparazzi and nobody around is holding out their phone camera at us, but…still.
I like it.
I’m not panicking, or worried, or thinking about anyone else at all.
“I hooked up with Chase last night,” I tell Emily before we’ve even received our coffees at breakfast.
Her eyes meet mine, and she pauses for a moment before she nods. “Did something bad happen?”
I shake my head. “What? No. It was great. Really great, actually.”
