Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“No,” she blurts. “No, don’t go. Please? I was hoping…”
“Hoping, what?”
She wets her lips, and I barely stifle a moan. “I was hoping you’d cuddle with me?”
“Cuddle?” I fairly shout at her, my cock starting to pulse like a son of a bitch. “What the hell for?”
“To make me feel better.”
“Christ.”
Say no. You’ve got to say no.
But I don’t have a denial in me when she turns those hopeful eyes on me.
Beyond fucked, is what I am.
“Only for a minute.”
Her resulting smile almost drops me to my knees.
No wonder she’s a star. She’s a force of nature.
“My bed is in the back,” she says quietly, her fingers threading through my beard. “We’ll be most comfortable there.”
Comfortable? Ha.
I can feel the teeth of my zipper biting into my erection.
“How old are you?” I ask, carrying her toward the rear of the trailer, where I can see a full-sized, pink, frilly bed. Such a pretty spot to doom myself.
“Nineteen.”
“For fuck sake.”
“You?”
“Too old to be cuddling you, baby.”
With that, I lay her down on the bed and stand bare-chested over the A-list actress, her dark hair spread out behind her, her arms lifted to receive me. As if I’m not a complete ogre compared to her. “What is this, Jenna?”
“I want to feel your safety all around me,” she whispers. “I want it to press me down and anchor me.” When I hesitate, she takes a deep breath. “Please, Penn? I’ve been floating. Come tie me down, just for a little while. Hold me.”
Saying no to her authentic plea is impossible.
So I do the unimaginable. I lay my heavy body down on her petite one and listen to her gasp with astonished pleasure in my ear…and I funnel every ounce of my concentration into not fucking the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen in my life.
CHAPTER 3
Jenna
I’ve been pampered. Gotten every massage under the sun.
I’ve been buffed and trained and coiffed.
Yet this is the most spoiled I’ve ever been in my life.
With this man’s hard, bull-like body on top of me.
His penis is hard. Extremely so. But this isn’t like that one time on set when my costar accidentally got a boner during a kissing scene with me. No, this is far different. Penn isn’t a conceited, spray-tanned actor. He’s a grown-up. Like a full-on man.
Is it his authentic maturity that is turning me on?
Growing up on the set of a television show and being paraded like a show pony in front of movie producers, of late, I’ve learned to view men as dangerous. They don’t look at me and see a career-driven woman. No, they are too busy assigning dollar signs to my body parts. But this man hasn’t filled me with a single trickle of fear.
He makes me feel…loose and sexy and daring.
Safe to be that way.
Yes, he’s much older than me. But that only seems to magnetize me more.
He releases another portion of his weight onto me, and I whimper, pressing my open mouth to his sizeable shoulder, lapping at the saltiness of him. He smells like pine and sweat, and the combination causes some undiscovered muscles below my navel to flex in the most sinful way. What is my plan here? I have no idea. This man has a child and is probably quite experienced in bed. Meanwhile, I have no clue what I’m doing.
I’m feeling my way in the dark.
But the safety of him makes me unafraid.
Eagerly, I analyze his face in an attempt to decipher his thoughts, surprised when I find his ears are red, his Adam’s apple trapped beneath his jaw. “If you lick me like that again, Jenna, I’m going to humiliate myself.”
I can’t hide my confusion. “What do you mean?”
His throat muscles shift with a swallow. “That pretty tongue shouldn’t be anywhere near an ugly bastard like me. And you know it.”
“I don’t know anything about how to use my tongue,” I confess in a hushed tone. “And how dare you call yourself ugly. L-look at you!”
“How am I supposed to look at anything but you?” He drops his head forward on a curse. “Dammit. Forget I said that.”
“Why?” I ask, utterly breathless.
Have I ever been paid such an authentic compliment?
“You must get that flowery bullshit all the time. You deserve it, too. You’re…” He shakes his head. “God, I can barely look at you, you’re so remarkable. But I’m here to make you feel better. Not make you uncomfortable or—”
“You aren’t making me uncomfortable.” I lean up and brush our mouths together. “At least, not in a bad way.”
His breath hitches. “I’m afraid to ask you what that means.”
“It means I like you on top of me.” I part my thighs, slowly winding them around his huge hips, moaning over the full pressure of his denim erection against my mound. “A lot.”
For several beats, he struggles to get himself under control. Then, “Baby, what you’re feeling is gratitude. I helped you out of a bad situation and now you must…feel like you owe me a pity fuck, or something.” He shifts his hips low, then high, dragging the flannel of my borrowed shirt up and over my sex, exposing that flesh to his zipper. “That’s all this is.”