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“Next time, I’m getting you naked. You hear?”
My salute is wobbly. Not as cocky as I was aiming for. “Yes, sir.”
And I want that too: I want his bare skin sliding over mine; I want the tickle of his chest hair against my boobs; and I want us to sink together, no barriers between us. But there will be plenty of time for all that—our whole lives, if the intuition purring happily in my brain is anything to go by.
“Baby.” Jesse shifts his hips, sliding me a little higher against the wall. The head of his cock nudges at my entrance, and his eyes are so, so blue. “You gonna let me?”
“Yes.” Oh my god, yes.
He presses up into me, letting gravity drag me down onto him at the same time. It’s tight, and the stretch makes my eyes water, but it’s also the best feeling ever. I’m surrounded by him. So filled.
“God.” Jesse rocks his hips forward, and his cock slides an inch deeper. I let out a strangled moan, burying my hands in his dark hair. “I can’t believe you’re letting me do this, Darla. But I’m gonna deserve you. I’m gonna be worthy.”
He already is, and I suck a trail of hot kisses along his throat. Try to show him so.
Jesse grunts and fucks into me deeper.
His muscles flex and shift in his shoulders, and Jesse’s breaths come in short pants as he sets a steady rhythm. With each thrust, each delicious grunt, he fucks me a little harder. A little deeper.
I must be super heavy to hold up like this, but he’s not struggling. The only signs of strain come when I lick his neck or tug his bottom lip between my teeth, and then his thrusts get wilder. Kind of sloppy, in the best way.
Ilikehim uncontrolled. Fraying at the edges with how badly he wants me.
“You’re gonna be a big star, Jesse Hendry.” I tug a fistful of his thick hair. “And I’m gonna work on movies too. And from now, I’m gonna be your woman.”
“Yes.” He flattens me against the wall, bucking into me, sighing as happily as if I’d told him he’d won an Oscar. Like I’m the ultimate prize.
And even though I had his poster on my bedroom wall, I never once in my whole life imagined this could really happen. That Jesse Hendry would want me back; that he’d pop my cherry in his beach house. That he’d grip me and groan into my neck like I’m his personal salvation.
When he jams a hand between us, I frown down in confusion for half a second. Then he starts rubbing at my clit, and paired with the thick length of his cock sawing in and out of me—I see stars.
“Jesus!” My head bangs against the wall.
“Nope.” His teeth tug on my earlobe. “Close, but not quite.”
Ha. Okay, if he insists.
“Jesse,” I sigh as tremors rush through my whole body, shivering out to my fingertips and toes and all the way to the roots of my hair. Heat flares and my pussy clenches; my eyes screw shut and my ears ring.
Jesse leans his whole body weight against me as he wedges himself deep inside. As he floods me with wet warmth. With an unspoken promise.
I’m his.
And he’s mine.
And two minutes later, when he sets me down on wobbly legs, I feel like I could float up to the ceiling. My stomach growls, and Jesse flashes me those dimples, and god, I’m so gooey inside.
“So. Clean up then dinner?” he asks, already leading me toward the bathroom.
The. Perfect. Man.
* * *
Five years later
The set is manic. People in cargo shorts and black t-shirts rush in all directions, barking instructions into headsets. Clipboards are clutched. Golf buggies zoom along pre-marked paths, delivering cast and crew up and down the huge stretch of road. In the distance, a siren wails.
They’ve blocked off the whole avenue. A giant downtown street, emptied of all non-production vehicles and passersby.
