Page 107 of Breaking Hollywood

She opens her other eye. “Why did you lie?”

“Because I’m a jackass.”

“Yeah, I think we’ve already established that.”

She’s silent a moment.

“You mad at me?”

“No, of course not. I just…” She exhales. “You don’t have to say you remembered me to make me feel better. I know Julian remembered me, but—”

“You were wearing a red dress that showed off your gorgeous legs. Your lips were painted red to match. I remember thinking how much I’d like to see that red lipstick smeared all over my cock. Your hair was down and curled. And you were the most beautiful girl in the room.”

The expression that my words put on her face makes me feel like a fucking king.

“So, why didn’t you hit on me that night?” she asks softly.

“Because you had a boyfriend.”

“I told you that?” She screws her face up.

“Yeah, you did.”

“It must have been to remind myself that you were off-limits because I wanted you so bad that night.”

“I wanted you, too, Speedy. And I wanted you when you ran over my foot even though I wanted to strangle you.”

She laughs the sweetest sound.

“And I want you now. I always want you.”

“Me, too,” she whispers.

She moves in closer, hugging me. I wrap my arms around her and press a kiss to her hair.

“Thank you for telling me. I’m glad that you were honest with me. I don’t want any secrets between us.”

I roughly swallow down.

There are secrets. Things I can’t tell her.

Things that, if she knew, she’d never look at me the same again. And she sure as hell wouldn’t want me anymore.

Gabe

“Oh God, yeah.” I open my eyes to the sight of Speedy’s head bobbing up and down, my cock in her mouth.

She looks up at me and smiles. Her lips are painted red, and that red is smeared all over my cock.

Fuck, she’s amazing.

“Thank God you finally woke up,” she says. “I was starting to feel like a creeper.”

“Babe, feel free to wake me up with your lips wrapped around my cock whenever you want. And this”—I reach down and rub my thumb over the corner of her mouth, smearing the lipstick onto her skin—“I like a lot.”

She smiles shyly. “You said last night, about the first time we met, that you wanted my red lipstick on your cock, so I thought I’d make it a reality for you.”

Something squeezes my chest.