by Evans, Katy
It’s all him.
It’s what being with him does to me.
“And another thing—you’ll be expected to talk about fucking as much as humanly possible. As long as it’s with me.” He fixes me with a hard stare. “You in?”
My whole body is a field of goose bumps. It’s a scary thing I’m up this high, because I feel like I can fly.
I nod, drinking in those blue, blue eyes of his, that dimple, and the way he looks at me. “How can I refuse an offer like that?”
He pulls me flush against him as the people watching us start to whoop and cheer, and as if it doesn’t matter—as if all that matters is us—he puts a finger under my chin and lifts it for a kiss.
“Some stunt,” I murmur, breathless as he whisks his lips across mine first.
“No stunt, Lizzy,” he says, nibbling my lower lip, then licking off the sting. “Just living. And I want you to do it with me. Ready?”
It might have taken me twenty-five years of following other people’s stars, of doing what was expected and wanted of me as society girl Elizabeth Banks. But nothing has ever felt as right as when I gaze into his eyes, seeing every bit of my future there. Maybe I set out to make him, but my dirty, sexy, hot-as-hell daredevil made me, and now? I wouldn’t change a thing.
Yeah.
I’m ready.
EPILOGUE
Two months later . . .
James
I’m the million dollar man. That’s what my fans on YouTube call me since Lizzy appeared on my channel. My 3,000,300 fans.
Oh yeah, she ended up helping me expand my channel more than I ever imagined.
She said, “I think people like things that are real, so we should be real with them.” So we had Charlie film us both as she and I chatted about everything that happened to lead up to that debacle at the Banks menswear launch that made me even more famous.
My channel exploded. It went viral. Everybody knows my girl hired me for a million dollars.
Everybody knows becoming James was the biggest stunt of my life.
Not that it’s just a stunt . . . because I am James.
Hell, I’m not pretending to be the perfect man.
I am her perfect man.
And I’m bewitched.
I see her heart and own her soul.
She lets me have whatever I want. Gives me everything I’ll ever need.
As I inch closer, she curves her arm around my neck and gives me an impish grin, one that says she’s got this under control.
I don’t doubt that for a minute.
“Now what, heiress?” I shrug off my jacket. Unhook my belt. Drop my damn zipper.
“Watch.” She slides my navy slacks to my knees as she goes down to the concrete. “Wait.” She touches my cock, eyes the tip, and kisses the crest.
NOW. I’m dying.
NOW. I can’t wait to fuck her.
But wait I will.
This is her night. She’s the boss. She’s taking the lead.
Her mouth inches closer, and that wicked tongue slips across her lips. I grab hold of her ponytail and guide her over my cock. She’s a tempter, a woman who no longer protects her inhibitions or adores her privacy.
Where’s the fun in that?
Her mouth is any man’s ruin, but her mouth is mine, and I’m hers to ruin.
She dips her head but lifts her eyes. Her tongue strums. Her fingers get busy.
Good lord, this woman is hot as summer, sweet as honeydew.
She grabs my cock with a determined grip. She strokes and pumps. Her fingers touch. Her lips swell with the sweetest kiss.
The flush of skin.
The look of lust.
Her gorgeous face. That sexy little body.
Oh. Dear. God.
“Come here, Lizzy.” I pull her up and straight into my arms. Lifting her, I lock her legs around my hips as I find the table behind us.
“Don’t you dare be careful with me.”
I grin at a memory.
She doesn’t want careful. That’s good. Perfect. Because I can do reckless.
We can be reckless together.
She hikes up her skirt, and I curse a little because Lizzy has me. She has me wrapped around her itty-bitty finger and knows it. When we’re apart, there’s this empty pit in my stomach, in my heart and soul, and it’s then when I realize that I’ll do whatever she asks of me.
She doesn’t want careful?
Fuck careful.
I want Lizzy bare. I want to feel her quivering walls closing around me, trembling as we finish, pulling me tighter as I come.
I want to ride her without protection because I want HER.
Every. Last. Bit.
After everything we’ve been through and everything we can still go through together, I want her for the rest of my days and nights, hours and weeks.
She’s mine. All mine.
I’m hers. All hers.
And I don’t care if we’re in her brand-new office in her dad’s Banks LTD building, and the whole world or some guy with binoculars watches. Now and for the rest of our lives, we’ll remain inseparable and completely insatiable—just. Like. This.
“Make me yours, James.”
“Honey, you’re already mine.”
She beams, and I stroke. I’m taking what I want because it’s already mine. She’s already mine.
And I couldn’t be bought. She couldn’t be sold.
That’s love for ya. And we’ve got plenty of that.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Although writing is a personal thing and sometimes quite a lonely profession, publishing is a whole other beast, and I couldn’t do it without the help and support of my amazing team. I’m grateful to you all.
To my family, I love you!
Special thanks to Lauren and Holly at Amazon Publishing and Montlake, for believing in me and taking me under their magic wings.
Thank you, Amy, and everyone at Jane Rotrosen Agency!
Thank you to all my writing friends; I appreciate each and every one of you so much.
Thank you, Nina, Jenn, Chanpreet, Hilary, Shannon, and everyone at Social Butterfly PR—you are amazing!
Thank you to Melissa,
Gel,
my fabulous audio publisher,
my fabulous foreign publishers.
To all of my bloggers for sharing and supporting my work—I value you more than words can say!
And readers—I’m truly blessed to have such an enthusiastic, cool crowd of people to share my books with. Thank you for the support. xo
Katy
PLAYLIST
“On the Loose”—Niall Horan
“Home”—Daughtry
“Love So Soft”—Kelly Clarkson
“She (for Liz)”—Parachute
“Coming Back for You”—Maroon 5
“Red Lights”—Tiesto
“Better Man”—Paolo Nutini
“Flicker”—Niall Horan
“Halo”—Beyoncé
“Heartbeat Song”—Kelly Clarkson
“Terrified”—Katharine McPhee
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Katy Evans loves family, books, life, and love. She’s married with two children and a dog, and she spends her time baking healthy snacks, taking long walks, and taking care of her family. To learn more about her books in progress, check out www.katyevans.net and sign up for her newsletter. You can also find her on Twitter @authorkatyevans and on Facebook: AuthorKatyEvans.