I, Porn Star(79)

Mrs. Harper finds me in my hiding place at sunrise. She hassles me back to bed. I want to ask all the questions bursting through my mind.

But the old biddy is crying again, sniffing into that damn white handkerchief she always has tucked in her pocket.

She promises me pancakes for breakfast, as if she’s offering me some rare, magnificent treat. It’s stupid, because I’m Quinn Blackwood. If I want pancakes, I’ll have pancakes. She has zero power over the delivery or withholding of pancakes. What I want her to do is to return to that room and get Mama. I’d do it myself but I can barely keep my eyes open. But Mama can’t stay in that room no matter what she agreed.

Because from where I’m standing, it’s very clear that the greater good sucks.





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BOOM SHOT



The sound of her footfalls pulls me from the Blackwood plantation mansion hallway to the present. The only greater good in my immediate future is what I’m planning to do to her in this room.

The larger plan is already taken care of.

My gaze moves over the items on the table. Half of the toys I thought I’d need I’ve discarded. Pure, undiluted chemistry has taken care of the need for extra stimulants. We still have several days to cover, and those items could well come in handy.

For now, Lucky’s body is enough. Just the thought of her supple form and I’m hard as a fucking rock.

I turn from the French windows from where I’ve been staring across the water at the Blackwood mansion. I haven’t set foot in that place in years. For a second, I think of Mrs. Harper. And her disgustingly addictive pancakes.

Footsteps draw near, and my thoughts scatter.

The room I’m in is dark. But the dining room is staged and lit to my specification. She enters, and the inferno in my groin rages higher.

The body chain circles her neck and drapes her figure to perfection. The gold chain fringes that fall over her breasts play peekaboo with her aroused nipples. Lower, another chain circles her waist, with a fringe over her pussy. With each movement beneath the lights, her body glows and highlights her perfection. I grit my teeth against the pounding in my cock.

Added to the edge riding me, I grapple to find control. So I force myself to stay put, take several beats before joining her. I stride closer to the doors dividing us and watch as she picks up the note next to her place setting.

Barely an hour ago, I thought tonight would go differently. She wanted to ‘see’ me. I arranged to make it possible. But that was before memories set my blackness on edge. I shouldn’t care about the effect I have on Lucky. But I remember Elly’s reaction the first time she looked into my eyes. I was calm then and she was barely able to look at me.

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My hooded gaze tracks Lucky’s movement as she leans forward and lifts the dome off the first ‘dish’. She’s disappointed to see the blindfold. The twinge in my chest suggests I care about her disappointment.

Curious.

I finger the control in my hand, debate for a second, then press the play button. Her head snaps up at the sound of the familiar music.

And she smiles.

Her fingers caress the piece of silk in her hand, but she doesn’t move to put it on. My rigid cock protests at the delay.

“Is there a reason for your inactivity, Lucky?” I drawl.

She startles, then a trace of hurt crosses her face. She quickly blinks it away. “Hi to you, too.”

“The blindfold, please,” I insist.

She tenses for a second. Then she moves the dish away as instructed and climbs onto the table. She settles on her knees, the dangerously sexy stilettos tucked against her bare ass. Raising her hands, she secures the blindfold in place and rests her hands palm up on her thighs.

I open the French doors, enter the room and take my place at the head of the long banquet table.

“Good evening, Lucky. You look stunning.”

She catches her inner lip between her teeth before she answers. “Thank you. Wish I could see you so I can return the compliment.”

The ploy almost makes me smile. “The night is still young. I could change my mind before we’re through.”

“I…hope you do.”

That little telltale of her wants jars me in an unfamiliar way. A way it makes me want…again…absurdly…to offer her what she desires.

I change the subject. “How were your preparations this afternoon?”

Heat flares into her cheeks but she doesn’t turn away in embarrassment. “They were…different.”

“How do you feel?”

She grimaces. “Can we talk about something else besides my butt, please?”

“No, Lucky. Your…butt is the focal point of tonight’s entertainment.”