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The entertainment industry is so fucking weird. Sometimes, I'm not sure if I can handle it for the rest of my life. But the alternative is worse.
Failure.
Nothing is worse than failure.
So, I wash my face, put on my makeup, slip into the bedroom, and change into a dress that says I'm an intellectual songwriter and I'm a ton of fun in equal measure. Then the leather jacket and the boots.
There. I'm ready.
Damon rolls over on the bed. He sets his paperback book on the sheets face down and props himself up on his elbow.
"You fit right into the space." I draw a line around his face. "Beauty." I motion to the framed albums. "Ego."
"Beauty." He motions to me.
"You think?" I ask.
He nods of course and motions come here.
"You'll mess up my lipstick."
"I will?"
I nod.
"What if I don't kiss you on the mouth?" He pushes himself off the bed and meets me in the middle of the room. "What if I only kiss you here?" He wraps his arms around me as he brings his lips to my cheek. He kisses me softly, then he moves to the line of my jaw, my neck.
His lips brush my skin with just the right pressure.
My entire body blushes. My entire body screams for his.
"Don't stop." I breathe.
"Never." He kisses a soft, slow line down my neck, over my collarbone. He traces the neckline of my dress with his fingers, then he pushes that aside. He groans when he realizes I'm not wearing a bra. "Fuck, Cass. Are you trying to kill me?"
Slowly, he rolls the fabric over my breast, exposing me. It's only the two of us in this room, but with that big, open window looking out to the ocean and the balcony below it, I feel on display.
If someone was on the deck and they wanted to watch, they could.
Bryce. Tinsel. Frederick.
Hell, some random billionaire on a yacht in the ocean. Or a paddle boarder who wandered a little too far from the nearest popular beach.
Anyone could see me.
"Does it turn you on?" Damon wraps his lips around my nipple and teases me with a soft flick of his tongue. "Knowing someone might see you?"
"Yes?"
"Knowing your ex-boyfriend might get jealous?"
"Yes," I breathe. "Is that pathetic?"
"Depends on why it turns you on."
"Do I have to question it?"
"No." He teases me with another flick of his tongue. "As long as it's about you. And not him."
"Fuck."
He teases me again. "Do you want him to see?"
"Yes."
"Because he'll be jealous?"
"Yes."
"Because you love being on display."
"Yes."
"Because you want him to know you're mine."
"Yes." The words fall from my lips without passing through my brain. Am I his? Maybe. Not everywhere, but here. Here.
"Good." Damon moves to my other breast and teases me there. "I like it too."
I dig my hands into his hair.
He lowers himself to his knees. And right as he pushes my skirt to my waist, someone knocks on the door.
Motherfucker.
"Hey kids, five-minute warning." Bryce laughs. "Clean up for dinner." His footsteps move down the hall.
"That's not enough time," I say.
"No," he says. "But I have time for this." He reaches under my dress, hooks his fingers around my cotton panties, rolls them off my ass.
The fabric falls to my ankles.
I swallow hard.
Damon brings his hands to my hips and shifts me onto the bed.
I fall onto my back as he pushes my legs apart.
He brings his lips to the inside of my knee. A soft brush. Then a little harder. A little higher.
Again and again, until he's so, so close.
He teases me with one long, slow stroke of his tongue, then he moves to exactly where I need him. He tests me with his tongue. A hard flick. A slow lick. A perfect zigzag.
There.
I tug at his hair.
He works me with that same sweet motion.
The perfect mix of pleasure and anticipation floods my senses. I need to come. And I need more of him. All of him.
This is all we can do right now.
And I want it so fucking badly.
But I want everything too.
Then he licks me just right, and I don't care about anything except his soft, wet mouth against me. I tug at his hair. I arch my hips so I'm rocking against him, so we're both exactly where we need to be.
With the next flick of his tongue, I go over the edge. My sex pulses as I come. Pleasure spills through my body, from my pelvis all the way out to my fingers and toes.
The world goes white.
Nothing but the blinding light of bliss.
He licks me through my orgasm, then he releases me. He pulls my panties from my ankles. He rights my dress, stands, helps me up.
Then he slips my underwear into the front pocket of his jeans.
Fuck.
He notices my stare and shoots me a wicked grin. "You can have them back after I have my way with you," he says.
