A Hollywood Deal(65)

I don’t want to put Paige in the middle of his spiteful little war.

I slowly unzip her dress. As the raw silk parts and reveals her spine, I kiss it inch by inch. Shudders run through her. I bunch the skirt up…and almost have a stroke. The thong is nothing but a string of seed pearls, and suddenly I’m hard enough to crack concrete. I run my hand along the lush curve. Her back arches, silently pushing her ass my way for more.

The bodice falls around her waist and her tits come free. They’re stunning in their perfection. I always knew she had a great rack, but they’re even better naked. I can’t help but reach for them, feel their weight and shape in my hands. Heavy, soft…responsive. Her rosy nipples harden, becoming more pointed.

“Ryder…”

She moves back and forth, rubbing her tits against my callused palms. Her nipples drag across my skin, and she lets out ragged breaths.

And it is not enough.

I pinch and release them, over and over, each successive time harder than before. Instead of protesting she thrusts her breasts into my hands, whimpering with need. Her face is flushed, and I can see the pulse in her neck beating rapidly. I turn her around and pull all that soft, sensitive flesh into my mouth. The tip of my tongue teases her nipple, and her hands plunge into my hair. Her legs shake.

I let the breast out with a pop, letting the edge of my teeth scrape the pointed peak. She groans loudly, then her knees buckle. She leans against the mirror for support, and I give the same loving attention to the other tit.

Her scent intoxicates me, the sound of her moan a drug. I run my nails along her thighs, starting from her knees all the way to the apex. Her juices soak me.

Fuck, that’s hot.

My dick’s so hard it hurts. I want nothing more than to shove it into her juicy depths and lose myself in her. Except I’m self-aware enough to realize this would be a problem.

I want her too much.

Even though I can’t give her anything but money and fame, I still want her. I want the first thing she does in the morning to be smiling at me, soft eyes heavy with sleep, and the last thing at night to be screaming my name as she comes in my arms.

The thing is, she’ll run like hell if she learns all there is to know about me. She knows all the public stuff, of course, and she believes most of it is fake—which is true. But the press knows far less than she realizes, and I have some very ugly secrets.

The woman I wanted before suffered ruination and death. How could I have forgotten that last night? How could I have spun that ridiculous fantasy about a future beyond our contract marriage?

I shrug out of my shirt and toss it in front of me. Paige is a quivering mass of desire now.

“Ryder, please. I want to feel you inside me.”

I let go of her breast. I can’t have her talk like that. It’ll only weaken my already pathetic resolve.

After tearing the pearl strip on the thong, I finger her sopping lips then spread them apart. Her clit’s swollen and flushed, and anticipation boils in my blood. I put my mouth there. I never got a chance to do much in the lawyer’s office, but now we’re private and have plenty of time.

With every lick, every suck, I note Paige’s response. The muscles in her belly flutter, and she widens her legs when I let my teeth nip her gently. I rub her clit with the small pearls on the strip of her thong, and she goes wild, bucking against me.

“Oh my god, Ryder…”

She thrusts her pelvis into my face, utterly shameless in her passion. Impossibly, my dick seems to swell even more, until it feels like it’s only seconds from bursting.

I thrust my tongue into her dripping pussy and grip my cock. My hand is wet with her juices, and I close my eyes at the sensation. It’s good. Probably not as great as being inside her, but coming with my mouth on her is pretty close.

Her breasts rise and fall rapidly, her breathing rough. She’s close, but needs a little bit more… I move my mouth back to her clit and dip two fingers into her. Her greedy inner muscles grip me.

“Yes, yes…”

I finger fuck her, making sure to hit her G-spot with every thrust. Her eyes are shut, and mounting pleasure twists her face.

I should get an artist to paint her like this.

A split second before an orgasm crashes through her, she opens her mouth, and I wish I could put my dick in there, watch those gorgeous lips close around my shaft.

She lets out a soundless scream, holding my head to her pelvis with one hand, bucking against me and the mirror. Her hair sticks to her skin…and then all her lines resettle into something soft and relaxed.

And I can’t stop myself. My hands rough and impatient, I unbuckle my belt and rip my pants off. Then I pull her down to me and groan at how amazing her naked body feels against mine. Her lips curve softly.