Page 63 of Wardrobe Malfunction

Oh, wow.

I turn him on even when I’m wearing a ridiculous shower cap. Go me!

“So, now that you’ve made me hard with your sexy shower cap crown, I think it’s only fair you service your King, Princess.”

“Queen. Get it right. And I don’t see you wearing a crown. Real royalty outranks Hollywood royalty. So, get down on your knees, King of Hollywood.” I smirk, totally teasing him.

His tongue sweeps over his bottom lip, his eyes flaring with something hot and dirty, making my thighs clench.

“As you wish, my Queen.” Then, he drops to his knees, lifts my leg, hooks it over his shoulder, and puts his mouth on me.

“God,” I moan, dropping the shower gel, my hands going straight to his head.

“King, baby, and don’t you forget it. And, if you’re a really good girl, after I make you come with my mouth, I’ll let you sit on my throne.” He flashes me a grin and then puts his mouth back on me.

Cocky bastard.

But he can be because he’s that good.

And the King of Hollywood spends the next thirty minutes making me come with his mouth and then fucking me from behind like I’m a whore, but the whole time, he still manages to make me feel like a queen.

Vaughn

I watch Charly as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror above the dresser. I love the colors in her hair. So different. So her.

She’s wearing this white sweater that stops halfway down her thighs. I think it’s supposed to be a dress. But the killer is the boots…black and over the knees…destined to be wrapped around my waist.

God, she’s so fucking sexy. I want her again already, and I only just had her.

She finishes up with brushing her hair and puts the brush in her bag. “Right. I’m ready.” She turns to me, swinging her bag over her shoulder, the ton of bangles on her wrist clanging together. “Do you want me to leave first? Or you?”

My brows draw together. “Um, neither. We’re going together. I texted Aiden. He’s on his way to pick us up and take us to the studio. Alex is bringing me some fresh clothes from the hotel, so I’ll get changed when we get there.”

“Um”—her eyes practically bug out of her head—“Aiden knows where you’ve been? And Alex, too?”

“Yeah.” I give an easy laugh. “How do you think I got here last night? And how do you think I knew which room you were in? Aiden brought me, told me your room number. And of course Alex knows where I am. He’s my PA.”

“I thought you didn’t want people knowing about this.” She gestures a hand between us.

“I don’t,” I say softly, still feeling like a monumental dick that I’m hiding her like I’m ashamed of her when it couldn’t be further from the truth. “But they’re my inner circle, Pins. They work for me. I can’t not tell them where I am. And I trust them. They’ve both been with me for years.”

“Okay,” she says easily. “But I can’t drive in with you.”

“Why not?” I frown.

She rubs her forehead with her fingers and pins me with a look. “Because nothing says we’re fucking like your driver bringing me to the set.”

Okay, she makes a good point.

“How do you normally get to the set?” I ask.

“I walk.”

“You walk?” I say, aghast, not feeling particularly great about that.

“Yeah, I was born with those amazing things called legs. I use them every day to get there.”

“Funny. You could get mugged, Pins.”