Page 75 of Breaking Hollywood

I’ve always been the kind of guy who needs his own space, but with her…I don’t want to be away from her for longer than necessary.

And the urge to sink my cock deep into her body is stronger than ever. The more I get to know her, the more I want her.

I swear, it’s taking a lion’s strength not to grab her and kiss the hell out of her.

It’s all I think about. Kissing her, tasting her, licking every inch of her skin, watching her come apart in my arms.

In my head, I’ve fucked her in a hundred different ways on every surface of my apartment.

If only I could fuck her for real.

But she’s my employee. And I just can’t do it.

Aside from feeding me amazing food—I swear, I’m going to have to hit the gym so hard when this boot comes off—and taking care of me—helping me out of the bath, and she gave me a shave the other day with an electric, as there was no way I was letting her near me with a wet razor—she’s been running lines with me every day.

But I keep avoiding the sex scene in the script. Because, honestly, I don’t know if I’ll be able to distinguish fact from fiction if we do read that scene together. And I’ve never had that problem before, but with her…it’ll be a problem. Thank God my PA, Donna, is back from vacation, which means I can get her to run those lines with me when I need her to.

I’m so pent-up with wanting Speedy. I know, if I get anywhere close to acting out a sex scene with her, even with words, I’ll blow like a fucking pressure cooker.

And I don’t like feeling out of control. The way she makes me feel, it’s confusing and not something I’m used to.

I’m always in control. Even in the past, when people might have thought I wasn’t, I was.

I’ve never jerked off as much as I have been with Speedy living under my roof. First thing in the morning. Then, another around lunchtime after watching her sexy ass strut around the apartment all morning. Then, once more right when I’m lying in bed, thinking about her sleeping just down the hall.

And, if it’s a day when she’s been in the pool…well, I have to add an extra jerk in because those tits in a bikini…holy fuck. I’ve never seen anything like them. It’s like they have a life of their own, and their sole purpose is to taunt me.

The instant I see her in her bikini, water dripping from her skin and those perky tits with the nipples saluting me from the confines of the fabric, my cock stands to full attention, raring to go.

I jerk off so much that I’m getting chafing burns. And I haven’t had those since I was a teenager after I discovered online porn.

And, yes, I’m using lube. That’s how hard I’m going at it.

The worse thing is, I can jack off till the cows come home, but it’s not going to fix anything.

I still want to fuck her.

So, I either fuck Speedy or fuck someone else.

And I can’t have sex with her because I pay her a wage.

And the thought of having sex with someone else just doesn’t appeal to me anymore, which is odd in itself. Because that’s never happened to me before.

It’s either Speedy or no one.

“Hey.” She appears in my doorway to check on me before bed, like she has every night since she’s been here.

“Hey.” I smile.

She’s standing there, her hair up in one of those messy buns with loose strands falling around her face, which is free of makeup, as she’s ready for bed. She’s wearing that damn tank and tiny shorts set that she likes to torture me with. She’s got a bra on though, so no nipples show for me tonight.

“Whatcha watching?” She nods in the direction of the TV.

“The Godfather.” It’s showing on Netflix, and it’d be rude not to watch it. Not that I’ve been paying much attention since it started, as my mind has been fixated on that gorgeous creature standing in my doorway.

“Is it good?”

“You’ve never seen it?”