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When Hendrix pulls at my hair and tells me how he's jerked off to the thought of me sucking his cock, I swallow him deeper, spurred on by his words, until I think he's going to explode. He fucks my mouth, thrusts himself deeper past my lips, his grip on my hair tight until he's close.

Then he pulls out of my mouth without warning. "Fuck, Addy," he says softly, his voice breaking, as he comes all over my breasts, one hand still gripping my hair. When he stops, he looks at me, his expression sheepish. "Shit. I don't know what came over me."

"Well, I know what came all over me," I say, laughing.





FOUR YEARS, ELEVEN MONTHS AGO



"What the fuck is this?" Lawson grabs the photo from the underside of my rack and holds it away from his face. "Is this your girlfriend?"

I snatch it out of his hand and shove him out of my way. "Don't touch shit that doesn’t belong to you, Lawson."

"Fuck you too, man," he says, whistling. "You on the rag or what? You're more sensitive than a chick."

"It's not his fucking girlfriend, you idiot," Andrews says. "It's Addison Stone."

"Am I supposed to know who the hell that is?" Lawson asks.

"She's a musician," Andrews says. "Haven't you ever seen that show, American Singer?"

"No," Lawson says. "I was too busy fucking your mother to watch it."

"Get out of here, you stupid assholes." I shove the photo back. "And shut up. I don't want to hear your voices."

"You're a stalker, aren't you, Cole?" Andrews says, calling me by my last name. "I can tell."

"What if I told you I was related to her?"

Lawson laughs, the sound echoing through the room. "I'd say you're a fucking creep, then, keeping her photo in your rack so you can whack off to her at night."

I shove him, hard, in the chest. "Don't say something like that again," I growl, and I'm close to hitting him, but I pull back, forcing myself to remain in control. I feign indifference, shrugging. "Like I'd whack off in a room full of you assholes, anyway."

Lawson just laughs. "You're a crazy motherfucker, Cole," he says, slapping Andrews on the arm and shaking his head. "Like you know anyone famous."





PRESENT DAY



I don't fuck Addy right away. I take her to the shower, where I spend an hour with her, talking in the cocoon of the steamy room, my hands roaming every inch of her body, my mouth on her mouth, her tits, between her legs. She strokes me again with her hand, her voice a sultry purr as she makes me come by telling me what she wants. When we're finally done, her face is flushed from the heat of the water and orgasm, and I pick her up and carry her back to her room without bothering to get a towel.

"Hendrix, I'm soaking wet," she protests. "And so are you."

"Yeah, you are." I raise my eyebrows and give her my best leer, and she slaps me on the arm, so I toss her onto the bed.

"We're going to ruin this bedding," she whispers, her palm moving across the surface of what is undoubtedly some ridiculously overpriced bedding made from imported silk.

"They'll have to burn it when we're finished," I agree.

"What if they realize?"

A feeling of guilt washes over me at the thought of our parents finding out. At the thought of the public finding out. She has a morality clause in her contract, I remind myself. It could devastate her. You're being selfish. I turn away from her for a minute, swallowing hard. I could walk away. At this point, it hasn't gone too far.

"Hendrix," Addy says softly, and I turn back to see her on the bed, her legs spread, looking at me seductively. She's biting the corner of her lip, her expression provocative, and her finger makes circles over her clit. "I don't want to think about anything anymore."

"Addy, you don't know what you're…"

"I want you to fuck me," she says. "I don't want to think about anything else. Just fuck me."

Screw feeling guilty. I take a condom from my wallet and roll it onto my length, looking at Addy's face as she watches me. I'm rock hard because this girl makes me crazy. She's the fulfillment of every fantasy I've had since I was seventeen.

I try to be gentle with her. I try to take my time, licking and sucking her breasts and nipples until she's arching up on the bed, her breath coming in short pants. But she pulls at me, tells me she wants me now. Begs me.

Her pussy is slick when I put my fingers between her legs, yet I still hesitate, feeling the need to be careful with her, until she grips the base of my cock.

"Please, Hendrix," she whispers, guiding me toward her entrance, and I rock into her slowly.

When I press the tip of my cock inside her, it's all over. She's so fucking tight, so warm, so wet, that I can't think anymore. Shit, I can hardly breathe. She grips my ass cheeks, pulling me inside her and letting out a soft moan as I fill her up.