Caught on Camera (Black Towers Book 1)

by Lauren Hawkeye

  “No. I… that’s too much… oh God, more!” Her mind went blank as the new sensation took over her body. She ground down against the bed, searching for more, barely noticing when Cole flipped her over and used his fingers to urge the toy deeper into her flesh.

  “Yessss.” Her breath came out on a hiss. “I… now!”

  Her hips pressed down into the bed as pleasure washed over her again. Georgia shuddered as the dual stimulation sent her flying.

  “Uh.” Facedown on the bed, she was limp, her body lax with release.

  And yet the soaking wet space between her legs quivered again when Cole moved behind her. How was it that she never got enough of him?

  “Fuck me, baby.” Weakly, she pushed herself to her hands and knees, shimmying out of the butterfly’s straps. She arched her back and offered herself to him. “I need you.”

  “I believe you said that you needed more.” Dark intent shadowed Cole’s words, and Georgia heard the rumble of the massive vibrator only seconds before Cole touched it to her soaked entrance.

  She jerked away. “No. It’s too much. I can’t.”

  “You can, and you will.” With one hand on the small of her back, Cole shoved the massive vibrator past her entrance. It stretched her, the vibrations rocketing through her body, and she clenched around it, trying to draw it further in.

  “Look at that greedy pussy, milking this big cock.” Cole deliberately bumped up against her, letting his own cock weigh on her flesh even as the vibrator surged forward another inch. “You’re insatiable. It’s good that we’re getting you ready with this, because I’ve never been so hard for you.”

  “Jesus, Cole.” She loved when he talked dirty. Loved it even more when he slowly, inexorably pushed the dildo further inside of her. She squirmed around it, trying to take it, loving the edge of pain that worked its way through the pleasure.

  “Just a bit more, baby. There.” As soon as the head of the vibrator hit her innermost walls, the pleasure exploded through her yet again. Georgia screamed, just as Cole had said she would.

  As the shudders wracked her body, Cole pulled the toy from her heat and replaced it with his own cock. Hands gripping her hips, he moved in hard, short thrusts, clearly at his breaking point after watching her unfurl again and again.

  She ground back against him as he bit out her name through clenched teeth, and as his warmth spread inside of her. And when he pulled her back to his chest, held her tightly to him in the aftermath, Georgia thought that nothing had ever felt so right as the two of them, together.

  Georgia’s voice echoed around the room as she cried out, the vibrator and the fantasy enough to push her over the edge.

  When the dampness on her skin dried, and she’d removed the toy, she curled up under her sheets. Her elbow knocked the toy into the open purse that lay on the floor, but she couldn’t bring herself to move.

  Her body was sated, relaxed and ready for sleep.

  The rest of her, though?

  She knew that when it came to Cole Anderson, she would always want more.

  The Next Day

  Sharon steepled her hands and leaned back in her chair. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”

  “What do you mean?” Georgia frowned at the older woman. She’d come into her office to sign the contracts for the yogurt commercial. She’d thought Sharon would be pleased.

  “I mean . . . Look, I understand how you feel.”

  Georgia snorted and brushed her fingers over the ribbons attached to a picture frame, the ones she’d noticed on her last visit. Long and colorful, they added a lot of personality to an otherwise dreary office.

  “Okay, perhaps not exactly how you feel, but I know what it’s like to have to work with someone you don’t like.” Sharon’s tone was placating, and Georgia’s spine stiffened.

  “I’m not working with him, Sharon.” I can’t, she added mentally, but kept her mouth shut.

  “Stop being a diva, Georgia.” She leaned forward and placed her elbows on the table. “It’s unbecoming.”

  Georgia widened her eyes. “I’m not being a diva.”

  “Yes, you are.” She put her finger on the desk in front of her. “This is an opportunity of a lifetime.”

  “There will be other opportunities.”

  “No, there won’t.” Sharon sighed and ran her hand over her face. “I hate to say this, but it isn’t as if people are knocking down the door to work with you. You have a lot of baggage to overcome.”

  “And I overcame it.” Oh, how she had overcome it. More than anyone would ever know.

  Sharon held up her hand. “Yes, but the public doesn’t realize that yet. This could be the role that puts you on the map.” She tapped her finger on the desk as she spoke. “You do this well, and play nice with Ethan Black, and I guarantee you that your situation will improve.”

  She took in a long breath and let it out before continuing. “You’re a fantastic actress, Georgia. Always were. You just need to show the world what you’ve got.”

  “Every time I look at him, I see my past mistakes, Sharon.” The words blurted out of her mouth before she could stop them.

  “And the public knows this.” Sharon pushed her chair closer. “Do this role well, and you can show the world that you are stronger than Cole Anderson. You are stronger than this business . . . and you are stronger than that girl who bottomed out and went to rehab two years ago.”

  Georgia looked away from Sharon’s all too knowing eyes. The good thing about working with her agent for so many years, was that they understood each other. The downside was that Sharon knew Georgia. Perhaps better than she knew herself.

  “You need to do this Georgia. Not just for the money, but for yourself.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Why?”

  “It’s complicated.”

  “Look, if it’s the sex tape that’s bothering you—”

  “No, it’s not that.”

  “What is it then?”

  Georgia shifted in her seat, trying to find the right words.

  “Georgia, tell me what’s going on.”

  Georgia shook her head.

  “I can’t be the agent you need me to be if I have no idea of what’s going on in that head of yours.”

  “Cole wasn’t the reason I went to rehab!” The words came out as a shout. A pulse of panic worked through Georgia as she realized what she’d just said.

  “What? Of course he was. He was a bad influence. The two of you fed off each other. It was like . . . this negative feedback loop.” Sharon shook her head. “At times it seemed as if you two were trying to outdo each other on who could self-destruct first.”

  Georgia cringed. “I know. But… he wasn’t the reason why I got clean.”

  “No, you got clean for your job. No one wants to work with a junkie.”

  “No.” Oh God, here she went. No going back after this. “I got clean for my baby.”

  There was a long, tense pause.

  “Your baby?” Sharon started to stand, then sat again. “Your baby?”

  Georgia sniffled and wiped her nose on her sleeve. “Yeah.”

  “You never told me that you were pregnant.”

  “I never told anyone.” She looked down at her hands in her lap. “I didn’t want to raise a baby in...in that.”

  “I don’t blame you.” Sharon narrowed her gaze and studied Georgia’s face for a moment. “So where is the baby now?”

  “Not sure.” Georgia waved her hand in the air, smiling sadly. “Up there, I guess.”

  Stiffening her spine, she started tapping her heel on the ground in rapid succession.

  “Explain.” Sharon reached for the pack of nicotine gum that sat on her desk, opening two sticks and shoving them into her mouth.

  “I mean. . .” Georgia picked at the hem of her shirt, then cleared her throat. “I mean that I… lost… the baby in rehab. I didn’t do anything to lose it!”

  Oh God, what if Sharon thought this was h
er fault?

  “Oh, my God.” Sharon’s eyes were wide. “Georgia. Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “It’s not a big deal.” Georgia’s shoulders hunched. “It was a long time ago.”

  “Of course it’s a big deal.” This time Sharon did get out of her chair. She rounded the desk and knelt beside Georgia. “Honey, I had no idea.”

  “No one knew. Well, except my doctors. It wasn’t exactly as if I had announced it to the world.”

  Sharon blinked. “How far along were you?”

  Georgia turned toward the older woman. She wanted to tell her, but the words stuck in her throat.

  But just once it would be nice to lean on someone.

  “Forget it. I can see how much this upsets you.” Sharon put her fingers over her lips for a moment in thought. “Can I just ask you one question?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Was Cole the father?”

  Georgia nodded reluctantly.

  “Does he know?”

  “No.” Georgia stared at her hands once more. “He doesn’t.”

  A single hot tear tracked its way down her cheek.

  “I was going to tell him, but then stuff happened. He had this big picture and I knew that he wouldn’t be able to visit me in rehab. I had planned on telling him when I got out, but then…”

  She shrugged in took in a ragged breath. “Then there was no point, really.”

  “Wow.” Sharon stood and began to pace. “I’m so sorry, Georgia. I don’t know what to say.”

  “There’s nothing you can say. It’s in the past.”

  Sharon stopped pacing and stared at her. “Is that why you told me you needed a break from acting when you got out of rehab?”

  Georgia pressed her lips together for a moment in thought. “When I got out—it was right before Leta, Cole’s sister, had her baby. The media was all over him and his nephew, and he was quoted as saying how much he loved children and hoped to have his own someday. He looked so happy.” She nibbled on her fingernail.

  “You thought you’d let him down.”

  “Not let him down so much as . . . well, we weren’t dating anymore, and there was no baby. It just seemed better if he didn’t know.”

  “But you went through all of that yourself.”

  Georgia shrugged, then smiled sadly. “I lived.”

  “Yes, you did, didn’t you?” Sharon stepped back to her desk and leaned her hip on the side. “You’re a stronger girl than I ever imagined. And this is the universe’s way of making things right. You’re taking this job.”

  “Oh no, I’m not.”

  “This opportunity came around for a reason.” Sharon narrowed her eyes. “It’s your chance to put this all behind you.”

  “But I already have.”

  Sharon frowned. “If you really believed that, you wouldn’t be in this office, trying to explain to me why you can’t work on the project of a lifetime.”

  “He released our sex tape.” Georgia ground her teeth together.

  Sharon smirked. “I don’t think you really believe that. Think about it. It would serve him no purpose. It was the ex-girlfriend, or the producer and director. Be pissed at them. But take the job.”

  Georgia considered her for a moment before responding. “Okay.” Slowly, she pulled out her phone and replied to the text from Ethan Black, the one that had been sitting on her phone all morning.

  Her phone pinged as the text went through. There. It was done.

  She stood slowly, her palms damp with nervous sweat. “I have to go.”

  “Hey.” Sharon took her arm. “You’re doing the right thing you know.”

  Georgia studied her face for a moment. “Seventeen weeks.”

  “What?”

  “When I lost the baby. I was seventeen weeks.”

  “Dear God. That’s four months.”

  “Four months, one week, and three days to be exact.” Georgia grabbed her purse and started for the door. “I’ll talk to you later Sharon.”

  “Wait.” Sharon took the ribbons off of her picture and handed them to Georgia.

  “What’s this?” Georgia asked as she held the strands up to the light.

  “You aren’t the only one who has lost people they loved.” She nodded to the brightly colored strands. “They remind me of the ones I have lost, but more importantly, they remind me that I didn’t die with them.” She met Georgia’s gaze. “I keep going because it’s what they would have wanted.”

  “This isn’t something I can just forget, Sharon.”

  “I’m not saying to forget. I’m saying to forgive.” She wrapped Georgia’s fingers around the strands and cupped her hands in her palms. “Forgive and move forward with your life, Georgia. It’s the only way you can fully heal.”

  Georgia tried to hand the ribbons back, but Sharon pushed them toward her chest. “You keep them. Keep them and remember that you aren’t the one who is dead. Your baby wouldn’t want you keep living in the past.”

  Without speaking, Georgia shoved the ribbons into her purse and hurried out of the office. She didn’t know which was worse: the look of pity on her agent’s face, or the overwhelming sadness that was rising up in her chest and threatening to swallow her whole.

  Chapter Five

  “The Hollywood trades are buzzing today with news that former lovers Cole Anderson and Georgia Evans are reuniting for a new project. Will it be a smash success like Jungle Heat? Stay tuned to find out!

  -Hollywood Insider

  She was late.

  Ethan and Kevin had been on his ass, telling him to make things right with the girl they now just had to have for Love Me Harder, but more than that, Cole had been hugely unsettled about the way things had ended the other day with Georgia.

  He’d truly believed that he just needed some closure. He’d wanted to apologize, not just for the parties and drinking, but for dragging her down into his life of debauchery. It hadn’t been good for either of them, and he’d always felt the need to apologize to her. Just to apologize, he thought.

  Then he’d seen her again. Now, all bets were off. He wanted her back. All the way back. No matter what it took.

  Cole took a sip of his tea and glanced at his watch. He had been waiting at the tiny coffee shop in East LA for fifteen minutes and there was still no sign of her. He hadn’t yet been approached by anyone, but that was the only plus.

  It was time to face the truth. She wasn’t going to show.

  Sighing, he drained the last of his drink and tossed it into a nearby trashcan when a breeze picked up from the front of the café. The door had been opened, and as Cole looked up, a woman in a red knitted cap and denim jacket breezed into the building.

  Cole leaned back in his seat as Georgia glanced around the café. She looked even better than she had at the audition, if that was possible. Her hair beneath the cap was tamed into a sleek braid, and it let him see her pretty face. Her soft skin had a healthy glow… almost as if she’d gotten lucky the night before.

  The thought of another man with his hands on her was a like a hot knife in his gut.

  Her spine stiffened when she caught sight of him. The reaction was so different from the warm smile he had grown accustomed to seeing all those years ago. As she made her way over, Cole held his breath, wondering just what kind of reception he was going to get from his former girlfriend.

  “Hi.” She placed her hand on the back of his chair.

  “Hi.” He motioned to the seat. “Please.”

  She nibbled her lip and glanced around the café.

  “I’m not going to bite. Much.” He smiled, and she seemed to relax a little. She pulled out the chair and sat, although he noted that she kept her body angled toward the front door. Her whole body was stiff, and her knee bobbed up and down on the floor. He remembered her nervous gesture from when they were dating, and he sighed inwardly, thinking about how much they had to overcome.

  “Do you want something to drink?” Cole straightened in his chair and pulled out hi
s wallet. “Let me get you something. A muffin? A scone?”

  “No. Thank you. Let’s just talk.”

  “Georgia, don’t—”

  She held up her hand. “Look. I know that you want me to take the part, and that Ethan and Kevin think that us being on the same project will create a lot of good media buzz.” She pursed her lips. “I’m willing to go along with that, as long as we get some things straight first.”

  “I’m listening.” He slid his wallet back in his pocket.

  “You need to agree that this is all for show.” Georgia blurted the words out nervously, startling him. “There’s nothing between us anymore, nothing beyond what will happen in the script.”

  “Georgia.”

  “I need you to agree to this.”

  Cole didn’t like this. He didn’t like this at all.

  She nodded and clutched her purse tighter to her chest. “So, do you agree?”

  He leaned back in his chair and studied her for a moment. As usual, she saw right through him. Cole was known for striking up relationships with his leading ladies, and she didn’t want any part of it. Correction—she said that she didn’t want any part of it. He could tell by the way she tapped her foot, the way she nibbled her lip and kept glancing at his biceps, that she wasn’t as cold as she was trying to make herself out to be.

  “And what if I don’t agree?” He arched an eyebrow.

  She lifted her chin. “Then I won’t do the project.”

  “We both know that’s not an option for you.” Georgia widened her eyes.

  “What is that supposed to mean?”

  “You know what I mean, Georgia.” He leaned back in his chair. “You have a lot of talent, Georgia. You just need to remind people about it.”

  She narrowed her gaze. “And I will, just so long as you agree to keep your hands off. I know you, Cole.”

  He considered her a moment before responding. “I won’t try to seduce you.”

  “Thank goodness.” She relaxed her shoulders and loosened her grip on her purse. A quick glance at her purse showed her knee had stopped jerking up and down. She stood. “You have no idea how much this means to me. I was afraid that you wouldn’t understand.