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Taylor, my security detail, stayed close to us, but far enough to allow us some privacy.

“It’s my first time in New York. I’m from Los Angeles. Born and raised there. I’m a sucker for the Californian weather. Not sure I’d survive the winter here.” Savannah let out a warm chuckle. “What about you?”

“Born and raised in Tennessee. I like my four seasons and enjoy a little snow on occasions. And I prefer the mountains to the city anytime. How’s the movie career going so far?”

Savannah snaked her arm around mine, and something vibrated inside me.

“I’ve been offered an audition for the leading role in Wesley’s next blockbuster. But I’m going up against actresses with years of experience. One of them even won an Oscar two years ago. I guess we’ll see.”

We arrived at the little joint in the basement of a gray-bricked building, yellow awning over the front door.

“We’re here,” I said.

“You’re sure it’s safe? It looks a bit—well, it looks—”

I grabbed her hand and led her down the few stairs. “C’mon, follow me, I eat here all the time.”

We sat in a corner booth and ordered, the conversation easy between us.

I pushed my bowl of lentils and chickpeas salad away, my stomach satisfied.

Savannah raised her eyes as she washed her last bite down with water. “That was pretty good.”

I arched a brow at her, eyeing the half-eaten shrimps and tomato plate in front of her. “But you ate almost nothing.”

“I’m not a big eater, and I never eat at this time of the night. Not sure my stomach will forgive me.”

“You’ll be just fine. After all, you’ve been starving all night.”

“I guess so. Are you in town for a while, or are you going back home soon?”

“I’m leaving in the morning.”

Savannah gave me a shy smile. “I was thinking— This is awkward. I’m not ready for the night to be over just yet. Would you like to come to my hotel for one last drink?”

I pondered the offer, but my dick decided on his own when Savannah leaned over the table, giving me a full view of her cleavage as she grabbed my hand in hers.

Savannah was Hollywood gorgeous, and I would be stupid to refuse her invitation and walk away. Who knew? Maybe this could be the start of something good for me. Something new.

“I’d like that,” I agreed as I watched Taylor standing to pay the bill.

“Great. Let’s go then.”

We settled on the backseat of the rental Taylor drove—some sort of luxury car with a privacy partition separating the back from the front.

Savannah dragged her long ruby fingernails along my chest, and I shivered. My dick thickened in my pants, ready to play.

“I’ve been dying to do this for the last hour,” Savannah said as her lips landed on mine. Unapologetic. With force. Full of hunger and desire.

At first, I stiffened under her touch, but when her tongue met mine, I relaxed in my seat. She unbuttoned the first three buttons of my white dress shirt and licked a trace from my collarbones to my chin, her hands exploring my chest over the fabric.

Savannah licked, kissed, and bit my skin.

She was a starving animal, ready to eat me up alive.

Every inch of me loved the attention.

With one pull, I lifted her until she straddled me.