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I want to claim her properly, of course, I do. But feeling how hard she comes for me. Feeling her release and then having her tell me this is all new for her.
We’ve got time.
All she needs to know, I tell her, I know she’ll be mine.
That she loves me and I love her, even though we’ve just met.
Words I never thought I’d hear in this life, and ones I find come easiest for me only when I’m telling her the same.
We both rest easier now that the ice has well and truly been broken. There are no real doubts in either of our minds now.
The storm outside still rages, and even though it’s been refurbished, the old building lets me know what’s happening outside with creaks and groans. Long after Olivia’s and mine have finished for the night.
She falls asleep in my arms, playing big spoon to her little one.
The only role I want from now on, deciding quietly to myself that the dreams I’ve chased in the past or thought I was working towards are all for nothing if I can’t have this feeling every night when I rest my head.
If I can’t bed my queen every night why would I call myself king of anything, let alone Hollywood?
I only shift once or twice as she sleeps. The last time to take my arm out from under her so she can sleep better.
I watch her, stroking her hair back and noting the sweet smile still on her lips, I kiss her neck more often than not.
I can’t help myself having her so close.
As the night becomes a gray dawn through the shades half drawn across the windows, I notice the storm has finally passed.
Our first night together turning into a new day for both of us and I wonder if I’ll ever sleep again with my need for her so strong.
Her milky soft skin against my loosened tuxedo shirt. Her dress still hitched up and her fine ass pushing back against my heavy morning wood as she mews herself awake, making us both smile.
I lean over to kiss her good morning, wondering how so much time could pass so quickly.
It feels like I only just lay down with her and now a whole night’s passed just like that.
The phone by the bed blares an antiquated ring, making Olivia groan and bury her head under the pillow before I can pick it up.
True to her word, it’s Denise.
Not Mom today, but my agent who’s already interrupting my morning.
“How was your night, Jack?” she asks. “I hear she was a real tempest. Damn near screamed the roof off.”
“Excuse me?” I ask, propping myself up on my elbow.
“The storm, Jack. What, you got cotton wool in your ears? The concierge was just telling me, the damned thing nearly took the hotel roof off. You slept like a log I bet,” she adds, snorting a laugh.
“Yeah, like a log.” I parrot back to her, shifting the covers so I can get a full view of Olivia’s naked ass before she moans and tugs the covers back over herself.
“What’s that Jack? Gotta bad line here. Just calling to tell you the limo and plane are waiting, ready whenever you are. But don’t leave it too long, I got a call from the studio. Goodwyn’s none too happy about you snooping around there, something about borrowing some furs and a necklace too?”
“Yeah, yeah. If I remember correctly, the whole studio thing was your idea?” I grunt. “It’ll all be sent back with the jet. Put it on my tab,” I tell her.
“I have, Jack. And where are my publicity shots? You took off with that girl and left the crew high and dry, then I don’t hear from you until evening and now it’s time to come home? Bit of a disaster really,” she says, sounding huffy.
“Oh, I don’t know. It was good to get away,” I muse, letting my hand stray under the covers if Olivia won’t let me take them off.
“Well, it’s done something,” she announces proudly. “That paper we sued? They’ve run a real doozy, reckon you were snapped kissing the girl and then ran off with her to your room last night. Can you believe that? Already got Sol over at the lawyers looking into our next lawsuit. Sheesh, you think they’d learn, wouldn’t ya? I mean, a girl half your age… Jack…?”
I’m shaking Olivia awake, pulling the pillow off her head, and letting her know with a look that we have to get up. Now.
“I’ll talk to you later, Mo-. I mean, Denise,” I stammer and hang up, leaping from the bed in time to hear a heavy knock at the door.
“Who is it?” I growl, not needing anyone to interrupt me right now. Not even wanting to hear myself think.
