Chapter 8.

Flynn

Im annoyed I have to call her by her last name. For some reason, it grates on my nerves. Maybe because Id like the sound of Mrs. Long better. Thinking about it that way has my already-hard c.o.c.k pounding for release. I need her to be mine in every way.

I see her intake of breath at my bold touch, but she doesnt pull away. Instead, she leans into me, craving more. I knew she felt it during the shoot. I knew I wasnt the only one lost to the pull between us.

She looks away for a split second, then looks back. Yes. The word is barely a whisper, but its what I want to hear.

Taking her by the wrist, I feel the zing again, and I feel powerful as it pulses between us. I go to lead her out of the room, and I feel her pull against me.

Right now? She looks around like shes got to ask for permission.

Yes. Youre the only reason I was here for the shoot today. I dont need to stay for anything else.

She gives me a shy smile and looks up at me through her lashes. Let me grab my things.

I dont let her go as she walks over to the side. She slips on a skirt, tucks her blouse into it, and grabs her bag. Is that it? I ask as she slips on some heels.

She nods, and I go back to pulling her from the room. Im anxious to get her out of here and alone. Id sent a few text messages setting up dinner in case she said yes. Although I dont think I would have given her any other option.

As we exit the building, we catch a few looks. Im sure word will hit the gossip columns by tomorrow. Theyre always trying to find out who Im dating but never had any luck. Im a workaholic, and I dont do anything other than work, but Im beyond the point of caring if word spreads like wildfire. Shes mine, and I have to get her out of here and all to myself. I was always greedy with toys as a child, and Ive suddenly reverted back to it, not wanting to let anyone look at her. Shes my most prized possession, and Ill be d.a.m.ned if anyone else lays a finger on her.

When we get outside, my driver has the door open, and I let her get in first. She looks at me and raises an eyebrow before she slides in the back. The town car has privacy gla.s.s in place and is a little larger than a regular sedan. This offers us a smaller s.p.a.ce than a limo, but still plenty of seclusion.

I get in after her and close the door. Once were enclosed in the back, I take her hand and hold it in mine. I need the lightning that flows between us to come back. As soon as I make contact, its there, and so is the heat. Its an instant attraction. Its as if my soul has finally found its other half.

Do you feel that? I ask, looking down at our hands. Thats not just me, is it? Im terrified Im just imagining it. Looking up into her gorgeous green eyes, I see equal parts shock and desire.

This is crazy, she whispers, as if she cant believe it either.

Suddenly, Calis lunging for me, and her lips are crushing mine. I run my fingers to the back of her neck, gripping her gorgeous red hair. I hold her steady and take over the kiss, controlling it and dominating her. She may have been the one to start it, but Ill be the one holding the reins.

Her soft lips are full and demanding, and I open, giving her what she needs. I sweep my tongue past them and taste her sweetness as she moans into my mouth. She presses her body against mine, and her lush curves have me nearly c.u.mming in my slacks.

I turn us so Im on my knees in front of her, and her legs go around my waist. My hands roam down her thick waist and chubby thighs, and I dig my fingers in there. Her softness makes me want to mold my body to hers right this second. Her teeth bite my bottom lip, and it takes everything in me not to c.u.m.

She tastes like sweet honeysuckle, and I want to kiss her for all eternity.

Whats happening? she moans as I push the ridge of my c.o.c.k against her. This is insane, she says against my lips, and I go back to kissing her.

Moving my lips down her neck, I nibble her there and feel her body shudder under mine. Tracing her delicate skin with my tongue, I thrust against her again, and she tenses.

My sweet Cali. Ive got you.

Her hands go to my hair, clinging to me as I reach under her skirt. I look up into her eyes as my hand slides up her thigh, waiting for her to tell me to stop. When I reach her panties, I pull them to the side and pause, needing to hear to say she wants this, too.

Dont stop. She raises her hips in invitation, and I slide my hand to her p.u.s.s.y. Parting her lips with my fingers, I feel how wet she is for me. Oh, G.o.d, she moans and lays her head back against the seat.

My mouth moves to her cleavage, popping a few of the b.u.t.tons on her blouse, and I bury my face there as I rub her c.l.i.t, giving her the release she needs. Ill give her anything she wants. All she needs to do is ask. I will devote my life to waiting hand and foot on her if thats what she desires. She is mine to protect and to cherish, always.

As I rub circles around her c.l.i.t, her moans get louder and louder. I love that shes making so much noise. I want the whole G.o.dd.a.m.n city to know shes getting off and Im the one doing it.

Her legs start to shake under me, and I feel her p.u.s.s.y clenching as I rub her to an o.r.g.a.s.m.

Her body shudders, and she shouts her release while gripping me to her and saying my name.

Flynn!

Her s.e.xy sounds and lush body are too much. Theres an ache in me that Ive never felt before, but somehow I manage not to c.u.m on myself, instead concentrating on giving her the best o.r.g.a.s.m of her life. I want to be the best shes ever had, and Im going to prove that to her. Make it so she craves me like I crave her.

I sweetly pet her p.u.s.s.y as she comes down from her peak, and I place soft kisses up her neck and to her lips.

When shes completely wrung out, I take my hand away from her heat and bring my fingers to my mouth, tasting her p.u.s.s.y. The flavor hits my lips, and I cant help but close my eyes and moan, savoring the flavor of her.

When I open them again, shes staring at me, a blush on her cheeks.

f.u.c.king delicious, I say, leaning in and kissing her so that she can taste it for herself. I want to rip her panties off her body and plant my face between her thick thighs, eating up whats left of her o.r.g.a.s.m.

Pulling away, I look down at her soft green eyes and stroke her cheek. My G.o.d, you are beautiful.

What are we doing? She smiles up at me, touching my face just as gently as we hold one another.

Falling in love.

Chapter 9.

Cali

Holy f.u.c.k, holy f.u.c.k, holy f.u.c.k. I feel like Ive fallen down the rabbit hole and I dont want to look back. I want to chase him and get lost in this man.

I sit in a very formal dining room as I wait for Flynn to come back. It was adorable how he didnt want to leave my side when some woman named Sally wanted to talk to him in private. She seemed to find it equally amusing. I had to promise that my a.s.s wouldnt move from this chair as she half-dragged him out of the room by his arm. It was almost like he thought I might up and disappear.

Im not going anywhere. I dont know whats happening here between us, but I know its something. I want it, and Im jumping in head first. My heart almost leapt out of my chest when Flynn said we were falling in love. Its crazy. Ive only known this man for hours. But another part of me knows hes right. Its the only way to explain these feelings Im having.

Just as crazy is this house Im in. I dont think you could even call it a house. Its way up in the Hollywood Hills where only the elite live. Ive been in rich homes before for photo shoots and parties for new campaigns. But those houses were nothing like this one. Those houses were rich, owned by actors or directors. This is a house of wealth. A person who cuts the checks for actors and directors. A person who really pulls the strings.

Flynn pulled me from the car before I could really get a good look, swooping me up in his arms like I weighed nothing and carrying me into the house. I tried to protest that I could walk, but he said he was worried my heels would catch on the stone driveway. I couldnt help but giggle at that. I hadnt learned to walk yesterday, and I lived in heels. There wasnt a thing I couldnt do in them, except maybe run. And I dont run.

Hed carried me through the house straight into the dining room where he deposited me in this very chair, then started going at my mouth again like he was starved for me. Like he hadnt just kissed me minutes before in the back of his car. It seemed like his hunger for me was growing, and that hunger made me feel like some kind of G.o.ddess. It was empowering and intoxicating. It was like he lived and breathed for me.

I should probably think thats crazy, too, but I found myself wanting to see how deep that hunger ran. Then when Sally cleared her throat, pulling us from the kiss fog wed fallen under, Flynn actually growled at having to pull away from the kiss. The sound traveled through my body and straight to my core. Sally also seemed to be amused by that as well. After introducing herself, she pulled Flynn from the room.

I look at the table, seeing it has dishes laid out with silver domes over each one. I wonder if a butler will come in and remove the lid like they do in those movies. I reach out to lift the lid, curious at whats underneath, when Flynn comes prowling back into the room.

Sorry, Sally can be like a mother hen sometimes, and she wanted to know every detail she could pull from me about you, he says as he stalks towards me, stopping next to my chair to bend down and kiss my cheek. The soft kiss lingers before he finally pulls back. Thank you for not leaving. He says it so softly Im not even sure he meant to say it at all. He sits in the chair next to mine and, taking me by surprise, he grabs my chair and pulls it closer to his so theyre right up against each other.

Still too much s.p.a.ce, he mumbles, standing up again and pushing his chair back. He bends and lifts me into his arms. I squeak out in surprise and find myself sitting sideways in his lap, his a.s.s now planted in the seat I was just in. Much better, he says, releasing a deep breath like hes actually relieved and that the other chair had been causing him some distress or something.

You want me to eat sitting on your lap? I half-laugh like its funny, but I do want to eat sitting in his lap. I like his hands on me. I like even more how easily he seems to handle me. Im not a small girl, but he makes me feel like it. Compared to him, though, everything has got to be small.

I want to do everything with you sitting in my lap. He brushes my hair off my shoulder. I cant seem to stop myself now that I have you close enough to touch. I dont think Im able to stop.

I dont want you to stop, I admit. If hes going to be blunt about his feelings, Im going to do the same. I like how honest he is and how he doesnt seem to care that hes openly obsessed with me.

Im not sure I could, even if you asked me to. His eyes meet mine, and my heartbeats pick up at those words. Not because they scare me, but because they do the opposite. They turn me on. Holy f.u.c.k. We just sit and stare, unable to break eye contact. Maybe hes thinking I might freak out at his dark honesty, but I find I want to keep going down this rabbit hole.

Was that Sally woman okay? I ask, trying to lighten the thickness that seems to have coated the room.

She was just curious about you.

Curious about me? Why?

Sallys worked for me a long time, and never have I asked her to set something like this up for me. He motions to the table. h.e.l.l, shes never even seen me show interest in a woman, even though shes always trying to push me to date.

She tries to get you to date? I ask. That seems a little odd. I dont think Flynn would have a hard time finding dates. In fact, I wouldnt be surprised if hes not one of the most eligible bachelors in Los Angeles.

She thinks Im a workaholic. Which is true, he admits. Ive never even brought a woman here before, and today I called her all in a rush to have something set up here to get you into my home where you belong.

At his words, what he said earlier when he was pulling me from studio comes back to mind. Youre the only reason I was here for the shoot today. I repeat the words to him.

Yes. One hand cups my cheek, his thumbs stroking my jaw. Since your picture landed on my desk, I knew I had to meet you, so I set things in motion to make that happen. Its what I do, Cali. I just seem to know when something is worth going for, and when I saw you, I just knew youd be mine.

His other hand tightens a little on my thigh, like he thinks I might spring from his lap and run. Maybe I should. This is crazy after all, but I find myself leaning into his hand, liking his touch, his words. h.e.l.l, I like everything about him.

Good. I like that you came after me. It got me here sitting in your lap.

His face lights up at that, a smile spreading across it. He places a kiss on my lips but pulls back too soon for my liking.

Let me feed you. His hand drops away from my cheek as he reaches for the silver lid, lifting it to reveal a chili hot dog and tater tots. I burst out laughing because that is absolutely the last thing I would have guessed to be under that lid.

Its your favorite, he says, clearly confused about my laughter.

It is, I agree, but how did you know that? Or do I want to know?

A few years back, you did an interview with some curvy girl blog. One of the questions was about your favorite thing to eat.

I just stare at him, unsure how to respond to that. I cant even remember the article, but it wasnt unusual for me to do things like that for random blogs and magazines.

You also dont care for tiny dogs, want to own your own clothing line someday, and your first kiss was from a boy named Steven, whose last name I cant seem to locate. He growls the last part.

Why do you need Stevens last name? I have no idea why I choose to pick up on that after all hes just said.

I have my reasons. He growls that part, too, the jealousy clear in his voice. It makes me laugh.

It was the sixth grade and it was terrible. Does that make you feel any better? I tease. Im smiling so big Im sure I look like a freaking goofball, but the fact that hes jealous of Steve"who told everyone I showed him my b.o.o.bs, ending our one week boyfriend-girlfriend fling"is funny, cute and oddly turns me on.

Not really.

I laugh even harder, and he finally cracks a smile.

Anything else you seem to know about me?

I read them all. Anything and everything I could find on you. I needed something to hold me over until I got you here.

This is crazy, you know, I tell him.

He brings a tater tot to my mouth, and I open for him.

I dont care if its crazy. I needed something. I thought getting some information on you would help cool whatever this is, this need I seem to have for you, but it didnt work.

I dont like the idea of him cooling over me. I actually have this odd desire to throw fuel on this fire.

Is it cooling now? Now that Im sitting on your lap?

No. He picks up the hot dog and brings it to my mouth. I take a bite. His eyes are now trained on my mouth since he started feeding me. Its getting worse.

My body warms at his confession, and now I have a need, too.

Its not fair. You have me at a disadvantage. I didnt have a chance to Google you. Everyone else seemed to know who you were today.

Ask me anything you want and Ill tell you, he says, offering me another bite.

Give me the basics.

Im thirty-three, both my parents have pa.s.sed, Ive got a Masters in Business from UCLA, I own a hedge fund firm, and like you already know, Im a workaholic and thats pretty much all I do.

Sounds a little boring. I take another bite of the hot dog.