Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
The table creaked as he pounded into me, thrusting hard and deep. He hit my prostate with every roll of his hips. It was almost too good, too much.
“I should—we should—I want…”
“Shh.” He rested his forehead on mine and shot that crooked sexy smile at me. “Hang on, baby. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
He lifted my right leg and slipped a finger where we were joined.
“What are you doing?” I whispered, licking my lips.
“I want to feel you. I know you’re close. Go on. Come for me, Lo. Come on, baby.”
Unbelievably, I did.
Pleasure tingled along my spine and zipped through every nerve ending in my body before shooting out of my dick in an impressive arc. Two seconds later, Pierce tensed, growling as his orgasm hit. He pumped his hips over and over, his chest heaving with the effort, his skin glistening with sweat.
His eyes were locked on my entrance as he slowly pulled out. Cum dripped down my inner thigh onto the cement floor. It was hot as fuck and perverted in all the best ways.
I surveyed the remnants of our clothing as I slowly eased off the table to search for tissue. “We made a mess.”
“And scared the poor dog. Where’d he go?” he asked, grabbing a few tissues to clean up.
“He has a bed near the register. I think it got too, um…noisy for him.” I put myself together as best I could, but I needed a shower, stat.
Pierce whistled for the dog, dropping to his knees to pet Benson when he trotted into the back room. “You won’t tell on us, will you, big guy?”
“He might not have to,” I grumbled, sniffing the air as I buttoned my shirt. “It smells like sex…or sex candles.”
Pierce inhaled deeply, a shit-eating grin on his handsome-as-sin face. “I’d buy dozens of those.”
“You would, wouldn’t you?”
He kissed me sweetly and nipped my chin. “Yeah, I would. Hey…thank you.”
“It was my pleasure too.”
His expression turned serious. “I don’t really know how to do the whole boyfriend thing, but…we’re doing this, right? Me and you.”
“Yeah.” I smiled and linked our fingers, adding, “We’re doing this.”
12
LORENZO
My secret boyfriend was a movie star.
Not just any movie star either—the biggest and brightest one on the planet. Yeah, life was weird. If anyone had told me that all-day intermittent texting with Pierce Allen would be my new norm, I would have asked what they were smoking. And if I’d told them, they wouldn’t have believed me anyway. So, I kept our relationship to myself for the sake of privacy—his and mine.
Bran and my BGoods coworkers suspected I was seeing someone and was being cagey about it.
Bran would occasionally ask, but he never pressed for details. He’d been around when Tony and I cratered and he knew how wrecked I was in the months afterward. He probably figured I’d let him in on my secret when I was ready to share.
Of course, that was never going to happen. I had to be extra cautious. I didn’t want to draw any excess attention our way. I wanted Pierce for myself for as long as possible.
Who knew what would happen when he headed off to Canada and Europe to film Baxter this spring? We were too new at this to discuss our “future.” This was a here-and-now thing. I knew I had Pierce for at least six more weeks, and I wasn’t going to waste a single minute weaving some alternate fantasy, dreaming this could be something more. It couldn’t.
Pierce didn’t live in the real world, and he didn’t play by the same rules the rest of us did. His life came with incredible perks. Doors opened automatically. There was always a seat for him at the theater or a concert, and Michelin-starred restaurants found private tables for him at a moment’s notice. If he wanted to go to a museum, they closed wings for him to enjoy so he wouldn’t be mobbed.
Sure, that was all nice, but the downside was a radical loss of privacy and autonomy. He couldn’t go anywhere without being recognized, which made bodyguards and security a necessity. The only time he was free was with me.
It wasn’t easy to stay under the radar, but Pierce went out of his way to protect our bubble. He traveled by motorcycle in the dark to my place, switching his point of origin in case he was followed. Sometimes, we’d meet at a parking lot, where he’d hand over a helmet and make room for me to hop on behind him.
Yeah, me on a freaking motorcycle. Again, who would believe it?
He’d zip along quiet passes and canyons, taking the long way to Malibu. Tonight we ended up at Zuma Beach in the pitch dark—miles of cool sand, white waves breaking at the shore, and not a soul around. I thought he’d take one look and move on. Instead, he parked, hiked the strap over his shoulder, took my hand, and led me to the beach.