Page 20 of Love On and Off Set

Shock registered on his face as his jaw dropped.

“What, you think I’m a man whore?”

“No.” His denial came swiftly. “Just…you’re a virile young man. Gorgeous. Self-confident. How can you be single?”

I chuckled. “I haven’t met the right man.”

Until now.

Wait. One. Second. Was I thinking of Horatio beyond this ridiculous fake relationship we’d established? Beyond the lies we’d implied to those around him? Because, after only a week’s acquaintance, we couldn’t possibly be headed in that direction. Could we?

“Dade?”

I leaned in to press a kiss to his jaw. “Bed, Horatio. I plan to do wicked things to you.”

He smiled. “I thought I was going to, uh…”

“Fuck me?”

He nodded.

“Oh, that’s just the start.” I was a creative man. I could come up with all kinds of things to do to him. If I had my way, we’d stay in bed until Tuesday morning.

After holding my gaze for a long moment, he gently removed my hand from his cock, and went over to the bed.

I moved to the opposite side, and we tossed the extra throw pillows to the ground. Then, at the same time, we dove under the covers. I got to the middle a fraction earlier and used my leverage to pull him under me. Our gazes clashed.

“Like that, is it?” He grinned.

“Oh, I’m a bossy bottom, and you’re not the least bit surprised.”

He nipped my jaw. “Not the least bit. And I like it.”

Again, he wasn’t giving me a line. I was certain of it. In fact, I’d lay down good money that he’d never lie to me. That just wasn’t in his DNA. Honesty poured from his pores. Which made me happy because I was much the same. I didn’t bother with artifice or trying to hide my emotions. Better to lay all my cards on the table and to be rejected right away than trying to play games until the real me appeared and only then be rejected for that.

I grazed my hand down his flank, landing it on his ass. I teased his crack. “You like ass play?”

He raised an eyebrow. “As a matter of fact, I’m not averse to it. I’m friends with my prostate. I just happen to prefer to be on top.” He nuzzled my neck. “Because imagining how tight you’re going to be around me is feeding me all kinds of fantasies.”

“Yum. Fantasies. Woohoo.” I pressed my cock against his. I’d pretty much remained hard since giving him that magnificent blow job, and I was quite happy to find him perking up. “Seems you’re not as old as you think.”

After nuzzling me again, he bit my collarbone.

“Hey?”

“You’re being impudent.” He winced. “Marks, right? You’re in the movies, and—”

“I know some great makeup artists.”

“Like Kelci.”

“Yeah, like Kelci. And I’m not working right now.”

“You will be.” He met my gaze with an intensity I rarely saw from him. “You did an amazing job tonight. Hell, I haven’t even thanked you—”

I cut off his gratitude with a passionate kiss. I thrust my tongue into his mouth and demanded reciprocity. Our tongues duelled as I tried, in every way I knew, to show him how much his gratitude, although appreciated, wasn’t necessary.

I slid my hand between our bodies to encircle his cock. Yes, a very interested piece of flesh.