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When he nods, his molten stare only breaking to fiddle with his camera, I relax into the couch’s sumptuous cushions.
“What do you want me to do, Mr. Director?” I ask, licking my lips as I commit to the scene. Even as I speak, I can see the impressive bulge grow in his pants, making his carnal desires known. The air is thick with anticipation as I await his command.
He sits in the chair across from me, holding his camera so it sits precariously on his knee.
“Spread your legs,” is the first instruction he gives me, his voice holding a softness to it that unnerves me. He lifts the camera as I comply, leaning forward. “Show me what you do when you’re alone in your room, thinking of me.”
I should be shy. I should be afraid of the sexual vulnerability here, of the sheer intimacy of it all. But all I can do is slide my hands inside my panties and find myself where I’m still wet and sensitive from our earlier encounter. Even as I rub circles around my clit, throwing my head back with a moan, I can feel his stare.
Don’t look at him, don’t look?—
I hear the sound of a zipper filling the room and when I glance over at him, he’s pulling himself free from his slacks.He spits on his hand and I gasp at how fucking turned on I am, how powerful this self-pleasure session is.
“Do you want to see what I do to myself when I think of you?” He asks, not bothering to wait for an answer. “When I think of those beautiful lips wrapped around my cock, making noises around it as spit dribbles down your chin. I bet you’d be a messy mouth fuck.”
Listening to his dangerous words, guttural as if they’ve surfaced from deep inside of him, I’m already feeling the quickening of an intense orgasm creeping up on me.
“Two orgasms in one day, my greedy girl?” He grunts as he quickens his strokes. “You like the thought of me sitting here alone, working my cock as I envision you taking it in your tight little cunt?”
My whimper is the final indication that I’m tumbling over my orgasm and the blood rushing to my ears cancels out any other sounds as I ride the wave, squeezing my legs together.
With my chest rising and falling from the immense pleasure I just experienced, I look over at Abraham—Mr. Director—and noticed he’s removed his shirt to wipe himself clean. This rich, cultured man is sitting in an undershirt, mopping up his cum. Something about that tickles me.
I snicker, knowing he gave the shirt off his back for that orgasm.
He glances up at me, a lopsided grin on his handsome face.
“When I said you can have it all, I didn’t quite have this in mind.”
Without a word, I stand and approach him, settling myself on his lap as I look into his eyes.
“Thank you,” I murmur before pressing a kiss to his lips, my hands framing his face. “Thank you for indulging with me in a way that I’m comfortable with.”
He pulls back, a line forming between his eyebrows as his eyes flit between mine and my lips.
“I only want you in ways you’re comfortable giving yourself,Stellina.” He lifts my hand and presses a kiss to my knuckles. “I suppose I should feed you now.”
Shit.
I hop up and grab my phone, sending a quick text to Miley to let her know I’m on my way.
“Sorry, but I have to go,” I rush out, pulling my clothes back on. “But you can feed me another time!”
And with that, I run out of his apartment like Cinderella who only came to come.
CHAPTER TWENTY
LIFE IS SHORT
PRESENT
It’s strange, when roles you’ve spent your whole lives playing, reverse.
I watch as my younger sister closes my dishwasher, pressing the buttons to get the load started. She just got back from a trip to Cherry Cove, where she signed her poetry books for readers lined up outside and around the romance bookstore. Bordeau Books was one of the first bookstores to take her seriously and she’s created a beautiful partnership with the owner, Eloise. Pride swells within me as I remember how heartbroken she once was and how, instead of letting it ruin her, she propelled herself straight into success. She turned her pain into a paycheck.
With her back to me, it’s easy to stare at her naturally red tresses, swinging down her back with each move she makes. I remember playing with her hair as kids, wishing mine was the same shade.
The Little Mermaidwas one of our favorite movies, after all. In truth, it was one of the few VHS cassettes we had at our house to keep us entertained.
