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Without a response, he rises up and climbs off me, tucking his dick back in his jeans. “This club is something else,” he says to himself.
I’m still lying on my back with my tight blue dress bunched above my hips. His cum is leaking out of me, and I keep waiting for him to at least bring a towel or something.
It’s not like he’s trying to be rude. He’s just a little…dense. And I’m sure he’s under a lot of stress with his newfound fame and all. It’s okay.
Squeezing my thighs together, I ease up and reach for the tissues on the side table. While he looks down at his phone, I subtly wipe up the mess and toss the balled-up paper in the trash.
“So…” I say, fixing my dress. “Did you want to film some content for your page? This would be a great room to do it in.”
I wouldn’t turn down round two, especially if it means I might be able to get off, too.
Without looking up from his phone, he replies, “Nah, babe. I gotta be at a shoot in an hour. Wish I could, though.”
Disappointment stains my insides like toxic fumes.
Finally, he glances up at me with a forced smile. “Mind if I come back, though? I really like this place, and I’d love to see you again.”
My spine straightens, and my brows perk up. That was sweet of him.
“Yeah, of course! Come anytime. And you can film by yourself…or with me.”
I paste a bashful grin on my face and he feeds right into it, pocketing his phone and pulling me against him again.
“You are just sweet as pie.” I expect a kiss, but instead, he bops me on the nose. “I would love to film a solo scene in here, and since you love them so much, maybe you can get a live show.”
“I’d like that very much,” I say before biting my lip.
He glances down at his watch. “Fuck, I gotta go. I really hate to just bail like this.”
“It’s okay!” I say with a shake of my head. “You’re busy, but that really was fun, and I hope we can do it again.”
Grabbing my shoulders, he stares down at me with a twinkle in his eye and dimples in his cheeks. Fuck, he’s so hot.
“Sugar, I would fucking love to do that again with you.”
Quickly, he presses his lips to my forehead before turning toward the door. With one last sweet wave, he disappears and leaves me standing alone in the middle of the room.
I’m left with a swirl of excitement and regret in my gut. I just had sex with Jax Kingston, and he was so overcome with lust for me that he just couldn’t help himself.
I should be ecstatic about that.
So why on earth do I feel so crummy?
Two
Lucas
My phone is clutched tightly in my hand as my heart nearly pounds its way out of my chest.
“Are you serious?” I ask, stopping in my tracks and waiting for the voice on the other end to reply.
My old friend and colleague from my job in New York laughs through the line. “I know better than to tease you about this, Luke.”
“I’m a finalist? Holy shit, Alan.”
He laughs again. “You’re on their short list. They were very impressed with your Marlowe article, and they’d love to schedule a virtual interview to discuss your ideas for the Stratford Project some more.”
I could scream. My jaw is practically on the floor. This can’t be happening.
