Behind the Scenes(72)

I grab at his shirt as I grind myself against his hand. The bottom of it has come untucked and I push my hands underneath it, enjoying the ridge of each muscle.

He’s twisting my panties in both hands, causing a little bolt of sweet pain. His tongue runs across mine, and as it does, he grasps the fabric harder, tearing it in half.

“Oh my God,” I gasp, pulling back from the kiss. “Did you just rip those?”

He grins against my mouth. “Is that all right?”

Hell yeah. I thought that only happened in cheesy romance novellas.

For a response, I press my mouth back against his. His hands are busy again between us, undoing his belt. Somehow, my heartbeat increases even more.

His cock pops out, resting against my thigh, long, thick, and smooth. A hand comes up to ball my hair in his fist, and our kiss intensifies as his throbbing cock nudges against my entrance.

I gasp into his mouth, my shoulder blades hitting the glass. Hopefully, no one takes a stroll to the side of the house.

Screw it.

Everything I’ve been nearly dying for these last few weeks is finally happening, repercussions be damned.

A condom appears from somewhere, then Simon pushes into me slowly, the motion of his tongue mimicking the flow of his hips. I’m so wet, he easily glides in and out, stretching me, filling me until I might break in two.

Our hands move so fast across each other’s bodies, they’re hard to keep track of. There is no beginning of me and no end of him. Our inhales and exhales come together, our pulses beat as one as our hips pulse and sway in a perfect rhythm.

The pleasure deep in me grows and grows, propelling me upwards toward the sky. I clutch Simon’s back in an effort to keep myself tethered. Ecstasy explodes and ripples through me, knocking into his body. He clutches me even harder as he groans and slams into me for a last time. He growls into my ear, his teeth clamping onto the lobe as his fingers dig into my skin.

My limbs shake and sweat courses down my body. Simon presses his forehead against my neck. His scent fills me up and surrounds me, binding us together even though he’s no longer inside of me.

A tender kiss on my neck elicits a shiver.

“I’ll never regret that,” he whispers into my neck.

I close my eyes and watch the spots pulse in the darkness. Our arms are still looped around each other, and neither one of us makes a motion to disentangle.

I’m terrified of what will come once I draw my arms back and enter into my own space. We’ll both leave this room and walk away into our own separate parts of the universe.

Who’s to say this will ever happen again? Who’s to say anything and everything won’t change now? This moment is perfect, us pressed together, the air around us thick with our breath and sweat. I know it can’t get any better than this, and because of that, I’m shaken to the core with fear.

Gingerly, I reach up to his neck and brush away some of the sweat there, savoring the gesture that also makes my heart ache. Simon nips my neck and draws back.

His cheeks are flushed and his lips slightly swollen. He looks down at me as I gaze up at him. The question of what now hangs in the air, but neither one of us gives voice to it.

Maybe it doesn’t matter.

Voices drift down from somewhere in the hall and I tense up automatically.

Sydney Andrews. Caught fucking her boss at a family barbecue.

It’ll be a story to go down in the annals of Hollywood history.

Dropping my arms from him, I draw my legs back. They ache in protest, but I plant my feet on the floor regardless. The door isn’t even closed.

The door isn’t even closed!

“Oh my God,” I gasp, staring at it.

Simon jumps forward and pulls it shut, blocking out the growing voices. I snatch my bra up and pull it back on.

“Someone — someone could have seen us,” I stammer.

He grins, his hair a delicious hot mess. The smile makes me want to launch myself at him all over again.

As I’m pulling on my shirt, he removes the condom, ties the end and sticks it in his pocket. He grins as I wrinkle my nose. Then he bends down and picks up my tattered panties and slips them into his pocket too. I stare, and when he looks up, he winks at me.

“A souvenir?” I ask, only half joking.

“Maybe.”

I pull my skirt down, doing my best to smooth out my clothes and hair. The space between us is now both more familiar and yet more awkward than before. I don’t quite know what to make of it.

Simon steps forward and plants his hands on my waist. His head ducks down to meet mine. The kiss is tender and soft, the opposite of the dozens of ones we just experienced.

He breaks off and looks down at me. “You want to go back out there?”

“And talk to your dad after we just screwed in his library? Not really.”