“Whoa,” she breathed, tracing her fingertips over the writing on the slip of paper. “You arranged for a private jet to be at my beck and call just so it can take me to Georgia whenever I’m available next?”
I nodded and confirmed, “Yeah.”
“That’s just. Wow.” She shook her head before continuing, “You didn’t have to do that. I could’ve flown commercial. Even if someone caught on to my destination, it doesn’t mean they’d assume I was there to see you.”
“Maybe not.” I shrugged my shoulders. “But there’s no need for us to risk it, not when I’m not there to protect you from the worst of them. Plus, flying private means we get to maximize how much time we’re together. No waiting in lines or depending on the airline’s schedule. All you have to do is head to Bob Hope and hop on the plane.”
“If you aren’t careful, you’re going to move past sweeping me off my feet territory and straight into spoiling me rotten,” she warned.
Before I’d met Morgan, I would’ve given my friends hell for spoiling a new woman in their life. But I hadn’t gotten it back then since I’d sure as fuck never acted like this with another woman before. Morgan was different. She deserved everything I could give her...and none of the crap that would come from being with me. “I’ve lived in the spotlight for a long damn time. You’re giving up some of your privacy by dating me, I want to make sure I’ve made it worth your while.”
“Aww, you’re worrying for nothing, Gage,” she assured me. “I’m already fodder for the gossip columns. Dating you isn’t going to make it any worse.”
I fucking hoped she was right, but my gut—and years of experience in Hollywood—told me she wasn’t.
Thirteen
Morgan
A few days later, I was on an overnight flight to Georgia after having cleared my schedule for thirty-six whole hours. It had been a while since I’d had that much free time, so it felt downright decadent. Even with a deduction for travel time, I’d have a full twenty-four straight hours to be with Gage. Best of all, I was arriving just after nine at night on Friday, which meant he was already finished for the day and wasn’t scheduled to shoot on Saturday. It was a win all the way around.
When the wheels of the jet touched down in Georgia, the butterflies in my stomach started doing a gymnastics routine. I was nervous-excited for what was to come but also impatient to get things underway. Any doubts I’d harbored about Gage’s interest in me were long gone. He was serious about me—about us—and I felt the same way.
Once the stairs went down and the stewardess brought me the small rolling suitcase I’d packed for the weekend, I was off. The driver of the black limo idling a few feet away from the stairs greeted me when I stepped onto the tarmac. After giving him control of my bag, I practically ran to the car. I could tell he was surprised by my haste, but I was keyed up and didn’t want to waste a second. Gage had told me that the house he was staying in during filming was thirty minutes or so from the private airport, and I wanted to get there.
I wasn’t even all the way in the car when I realized that Gage was there. When my head flew up and my gaze found his, I lost my breath. The heated look in his hooded eyes caused my heart to skip a beat. I quickly catalogued that he was wearing jeans, a white long-sleeved T-shirt, and a pair of classic Adidas with the black stripes. I had to force myself not to get lost in thinking about how damn sexy he was.
“I . . . what?” I blurted.
He grinned. “I hope you’re happy to see me.”
I was over the damn moon but also shocked. “When I talked to Shawn about travel arrangements, he told me he didn’t think it would be smart for you to come to pick me up. I don’t think the driver had any idea who I am, but he has to know who you are,” I babbled. “What if he tips off a gossip site?”
“Morgan,” he growled. As he spoke, he slid closer and wrapped his arms around me.
The tone of his voice mirrored the desire and possession in his eyes, and it left me a little light-headed. He didn’t just look at me like he wanted me—he looked at me like I was already his.
“Only an asshole wouldn’t have come to the airport to get you. Staying in the car so there would be no chance of pictures being taken of me while I was there is as far as I was willing to go. I’ll play the hiding game right now because I don’t want you being hounded while I’m not in LA to protect you, but once I get back, it’s inevitable that the press will figure out we’re together. I’m ready for that, beautiful. I hope you are, too.”
“I am,” I answered, my voice soft.
“That’s my girl,” he praised.
There was a sensual grin on his face as he shifted forward, maneuvering me closer at the same time. My breath hitched when he leaned in and I felt the barest hint of his five o’clock shadow against my cheek as he began dropping soft kisses along my jawline. The scent of his cologne teased my senses as he moved from the right side of my face to the left. I was sure he was going to kiss me on the lips, but instead, he went lower, trailing kisses down my neck.
I held his muscular arms like I’d float away if I didn’t. “Gage,” I whimpered.
“I’m right here,” he murmured against the side of my neck.
When he shifted and then covered my lips with his, I nearly melted in his arms. The way Gage kissed was a lesson in seduction. He took his time and kissed me deeply and so thoroughly that at that moment, if asked, I’m not sure that I could have stated my full name.
I shivered when his right hand cupped my jaw, and he changed the angle of our kiss. My pulse raced as his tongue slid against mine, a tease of what I knew was to come. I nearly lost it when he sucked on my tongue. My already pebbled nipples ached, and my clit throbbed with need as he did it two more times. When he lifted his head and pulled back, I frowned and tried to bring him back to me.
“The limo stopped,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “We’re at my rental.”
I blinked a few times in confusion. It felt like we’d been kissing for only a few minutes, but I knew his rental was half an hour away from the private airport. “We are?”
He grinned. “Yes. Let’s hurry and get inside so that I can kiss you again.”
I nodded so fast I knew I probably looked like an over-eager puppy. The good thing was that I didn’t care how goofy my enthusiasm came across. I wanted Gage in a way that was so desperate and deeply felt that it wiped out any nervousness I might otherwise have had.
After we got out of the limo and Gage walked to the trunk to collect my bag when the driver opened it, I quickly took in my surroundings. The exterior of the home he was staying in was lovely, albeit very cookie-cutter. It was on the bigger side and was done in a pale gray stucco on top and stacked stone on the bottom quarter of the entire house. The two large wood and brass entry doors had matching wreaths that were made up of greenery, Cherokee roses, and a few strategically placed Georgia peaches. They were beautifully done, the quality of the items used so good that I did a double take to confirm that they weren’t real flowers or peaches.
“Do you have a thing for wreaths?” Gage asked teasingly as he entered the code to unlock the door.
I laughed as I walked past him after he gestured for me to enter. “I was just getting my bearings,” I admitted.
After shutting and locking the door, he turned to me. “I’ve given up on trying to get my bearings around you,” he said.
The look in his eyes and the tone of his voice told me he meant it. He kept his eyes on mine as he stepped forward and linked my right hand with his left. “Are you hungry? Thirsty?”
I shook my head. “No. I drank two cherry Kool-Aids and ate a big container of macaroni and cheese on the plane. Thank you for that, by the way. I was pleasantly surprised when the stewardess told me there’d been a request to have those things available for me.”
“I wanted you to have what you like.” He shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal. “And speaking of things you like, I ordered Kool-Aid supplies from Amazo
n as soon as you told me you were coming. There are pitchers of grape and cherry in my fridge.”
“You ordered it, or Shawn did?” I teased.
“Not only did I order it, but I also made it,” he answered.
It wasn’t what someone would traditionally consider a grand gesture, but to me, it was huge. He’d flown me to Georgia so we could have some time together, and he’d thought about the things I liked when he did. The last guy I’d dated—more than two years before—had made fun of me for drinking something so trashy. Surprise, surprise, that relationship hadn’t gone anywhere.
I squeezed Gage’s hand and smiled up at him with appreciation. “You’re one of a kind,” I told him.
“I think the same thing about you every damn day,” he answered.
When I got on the plane to fly to Georgia, I’d known I was going to sleep with him. Heck, I’d known the day he’d showed up at my house after the Golden Globes. It felt like I’d been waiting forever, and I was over that. It was time to move to the next level.
“Since I don’t need anything to eat or drink, can we head upstairs?” I asked.
“God, yes,” he rasped.
Even if he’d said nothing at all, the heat in his eyes would’ve told me just how much he liked my suggestion. He continued holding my hand as he guided me across the creamy travertine tiles to the curved staircase that led to the second floor. When we got upstairs, he led me down the hall to a set of double doors that led into the master bedroom. Once inside, he released my hand and carried my bag over to the dresser. That gave me a few seconds to look around. The walls, carpeting, and bedding were all done in khaki and cream tones, and the furniture was a warm, rich walnut. The focal point of the space was the massive king-sized bed, which, even from across the room, I could tell had a luxury mattress on it. The darn thing was undoubtedly twice as thick as the one I had at home. I didn’t have long to think about it since Gage was finished setting my bag down in a blink.
When he opened his arms, I walked into them without hesitation. Tilting my head back, I smiled up at him as his face began moving closer to mine. He stopped moving when he was right at my lips.
“I’m so glad you’re here, beautiful,” he said, his voice a sensual rumble that I felt everywhere.
“Me, too,” I answered.
He kissed me then, causing my already rapid heartbeat to accelerate even more. His hands dropped to my waist, his hold firm as he deepened the kiss. I shivered when I felt how hard he was.
Our chemistry was so electric that I knew what came next would be something I’d never forget.
Fourteen
Gage
I finally had Morgan back in my arms, right where she belonged. We fit together perfectly as her soft curves pressed up against me. My cock felt like it was ready to bust through my jeans to get to her pussy, but I needed her to understand this thing between us meant more to me than just getting my dick wet. Reluctantly ripping my mouth from hers, I growled, “Before we go any further, you’ve got to know that I didn’t bring you here just for sex.”
“I know I gave you a hard time when we first met about not waving this thing around”—she slid her hand between our bodies and glided it down my hard length—“but I didn’t mean forever. We’re way past the point of you needing to prove your intentions to me. You’ve already exceeded my expectations when it comes to that.”
My hips punched forward, pressing my cock deeper into her palm. “Good because that means I’m free to surpass them again in a way that’ll give us both a fuck ton of pleasure.”
“Go ahead and give it your best try, hotshot.” Her plump lips curved up in a slight grin as she issued the challenge I was more than willing to accept. I crashed my mouth down over hers, and my hands drifted down to her lower back. I bunched the silky material of her shirt in my fists as I pulled her body flush against mine. She tasted amazing, and my dick turned harder than steel.
We were standing only a few feet from the bed, so I dropped my hand down to her ass and lifted her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around my waist, making me groan when the warmth of her pussy pressed against my cock. Holding her tight, I strode over to the side of the bed, and before I dropped her onto the mattress, I ground my hardness into her heat, making us both groan. We were practically frantic as we tore off our clothes. I was down to only my black boxer briefs when Morgan’s bra slid down her shoulders, leaving her in nothing but a pair of pale purple, lacy panties. “I’m not sure how it’s possible, but you’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”
“Tell me about it.” Her bright blue eyes were filled with heat as her gaze swept down my chest to the outline of my hard-on pressed against the dark material. “You’re drop-dead sexy in a tuxedo or jeans, but in just those boxers?” Her tits jiggled when she fanned herself with her hand. “It’s my new favorite thing for you to wear.”
“It’s a good thing you like them,” I growled as I pressed against her shoulders until her back met the mattress. Then I crawled over her body and dipped my head down until my mouth hovered over one of her pebbled nipples. “Because they’re staying on until I get a taste of you. If they came off now, I’d be inside you in about a millisecond, and I need to make sure you’re ready for me first.”
“It’s not going to take much—”
Whatever else she’d been about to say was replaced by a needy whimper when I sucked her nipple into my mouth. I nibbled and sucked at her tits, going back and forth between them until she was writhing beneath me. Hearing her breathy gasps and feeling her nails bite into my scalp had me near the end of my control, but I was determined to have the taste of her in my mouth when I finally slid my cock into her tight pussy.
Shifting down her body, I wrapped my hands around her silky skin and spread her legs wider. When I wedged my shoulders between her thighs, I saw the proof of her desire between her legs. “Your pussy is drenched, baby.”
Morgan trailed one of her fingers over a faint red mark on the side of her left tit, her eyes heavy-lidded as she stared down at me. “Only because you drove me crazy with that clever mouth of yours.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I promised as I tugged at the seams of her panties and tore them off her hips. With the lacy barrier gone, I finally had unfettered access to her pussy. Using two of my fingers to spread her bare lips, I licked up the center and circled my tongue around her clit. Her unique flavor hit my taste buds, and I groaned. “So fucking good, I could spend the next twenty-four hours right here, devouring you.”
“I’d be one-hundred percent behind that plan”—she gasped as I licked around her entrance and plunged my tongue into her wet hole—“except that I want more than just your tongue and fingers inside me while I’m here.”
“I’ll give you my cock.” My hips pressed against the mattress, my dick jerking at the thought of getting inside her pussy. “But not until I wring at least one orgasm out of you first.”
Her legs tightened around my shoulders, and I used my lips, tongue, teeth, and fingers to drive her closer and closer to the edge. Nibbling and sucking at her clit, plunging my tongue inside her, and adding my fingers when her body vibrated with tension. I built it in her, higher and higher until her cries filled the room, and her hands were tugging at my hair. Then I stiffened my tongue to drive it inside her, pinching her clit between my thumb and forefinger. Morgan’s body went taut before shuddering as her orgasm ripped through her.
I kept at her, licking her softly through her release. When Morgan started to relax, I shoved my boxers down my legs and kicked them off. Levering myself over her body, I settled between her legs and dragged my cock through her wetness. As I inched the tip of my cock inside her, it hit me. “Shit,” I groaned, dropping my head against her shoulder. “I didn’t get any fucking condoms.”
Her body shook beneath me, her pebbled nipples rubbing against my chest as she giggled. “You sent me incredible tacos, arranged for a private jet stocked with my favorites, made me two flavors of Koo
l-Aid . . . but you didn’t buy any condoms?”
If I didn’t feel like my cock was ready to blow just from being an inch inside her tight pussy, I might’ve found our current situation funny as hell. Clenching my jaw and forcing my body to remain still, I gave her a jerky nod.
“You don’t have any in your wallet? Or tucked into your suitcase?” she asked as her hands drifted softly up and down my back. I figured she meant it to be a comforting gesture, but her touch drove me closer to the edge of my control.
“No,” I gritted out. “You weren’t here, so I didn’t need to pack them.”
“I’m on the pill.” Her admission was whisper soft, and her cheeks turned the prettiest shade of pink. It was so fucking cute that she was embarrassed to talk about birth control even though I’d just eaten her out and the tip of my dick was inside her.
Her confession sparked one from me, too. “I’ve never gone bare before, and they did the usual blood tests at my last physical six months ago. It came back clean, and I haven’t been with anyone since then.”
“If you’d prefer to use a condom, there’s other stuff we can do until we can get our hands on some.”
I loved how she was quick to offer that. If she’d been any other woman, I would’ve taken her up on the suggestion. Hell, I never would’ve found myself in my current situation in the first place because my dick had never been even this far inside anyone else without a rubber before. But Morgan was different. Special. So much so that I found myself incredibly turned on by the idea of taking her without anything between us. “No. If you’re sure, then I don’t want to wait.”
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