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Breaking Hollywood(60)

By:Samantha Towle


“That was astro-fucking-nomical.” I kiss her forehead.

She giggles. “I figured I owed you after last night, in the kitchen.”

“Babe, you didn’t owe me anything. I love making you come.”

Like! For fuck’s sake, Evans! You like making her come.

“I know. I just wanted to make you feel good.”

“Well, you definitely did that.”

“I bet I look like a clown right now.”

I tip her face up to me. She’s got red lipstick smeared around her mouth.

I kiss her. “You look gorgeous.”

“I look a mess.”

She goes to get up, but I stop her.

“Where are you going?”

“To wipe this lipstick off.”

“No, you’re not.”

She raises a brow. “I’m not?”

“Nope. You’re staying right here, and I’m going to kiss that lipstick off your face while my cock kisses your pussy.”

“Huh?”

“That was code for, I’m going to fuck you.”

“I got that. I’m just surprised you think you can go again. You literally just came, Gabe.”

I shake my head, disappointed. “You doubt me, Speedy? I’m a little insulted. We’ve been fucking for three weeks now, and you still haven’t figured out that I’m a machine in bed. Clearly, I’ve not been doing my job properly.”

“Oh, you’ve been doing your job just fine. It’s just impossible, Gabe. No one can get hard again that quick after just coming, let alone come again so soon. No matter how good they are in bed.”

My eyes narrow at her. Then, I pull her down to the bed and roll on top of her. “Challenge accepted,” I say.

Then, I cover her mouth with mine and get to work.





Ava


“Okay, fine. I was wrong,” I pant, breathless.

“I’m sorry, what?” He cups his ear, like he didn’t hear me, when the smug bastard heard exactly what I just said.

“I said, I was wrong. You clearly are superhuman when it comes to sex.”

“Damn right I am, baby. And, wait, I need to get my camera, so I can have it on film—you admitting that you’re wrong.”

I give him the middle finger, and he bursts out laughing. A full-on belly laugh, and it’s one of the best sounds I’ve ever heard.

And I can’t help but laugh, too.

He reaches over, cupping my face, and brings my mouth to his. He softly kisses me. “You rock in the sack, too, Speedy. I’ve never had it as good as I do with you.”

When I hear that, my stomach flips over, but I play it cool. “Well, that’s ’cause I’m the best. And, if you put the best and the best together, you’re going to get spectacular sex.”

“Mind-blowing.”

“Astro-fucking-nomical.”

“Amen to that, baby.”

He puts his fist up to me, and I bump it with my own.

I glance at the clock. “I should get up.”

He pulls me into his arms and kisses me again. “Not yet.”

“I really need to get showered and ready. My boss is a bit of a tyrant. I’m already on the clock, and he’ll go apeshit if he knows he’s paying me to have sex on the job.”

He freezes cold. I’ve never seen anything like it.

And I instantly know I said the wrong thing.

“Gabe?”

He pulls away, and then he’s getting out of bed. He puts on his athletic shorts and gets a T-shirt from the drawer. He drags it on over his head, his movements rough and jerky.

I say his name again, getting to my knees. I hold the sheet around me.

He doesn’t answer.

“Gabe!”

He stops and slowly turns to face me.

“What’s going on?”

“You wanted to get up. I’m getting up.”

“You’re acting weird.”

“Maybe I just don’t want to lie around in bed with you all fucking day. I’ve got shit to do.”

“You were just asking me to stay in bed with you, so don’t give me that crap. Just tell me what’s wrong. Is it something I said? The joke I made about you paying me for sex?”

His face hardens to stone. “I’m just done, Ava.”

“What?” My heart starts to pound in my chest.

“Are you deaf? I said, I’m done.” He turns and walks to the door.

“Done with what, Gabe?”

“You,” he says without turning around.

Then, he walks out, slamming the door behind him.

Fighting tears, I scramble out of bed and throw some clothes on. Then, I’m flying out of his bedroom, straight after him.

I find him in the living room, sitting on the sofa. A lit cigarette in his hand.

I stand at the end of the sofa, staring down at him. “What the hell was that?”