By the time we’d straightened our clothes, the driver had made it through the security at the gate to enter my community and was winding down the road leading to my house. When he pulled up the circular driveway in front of the entrance, I flung the door open before he’d even rolled to a full stop. Then I climbed out of the car and reached inside to haul Morgan into my arms and carry her into my home—somewhere I’d previously considered to be off-limits to most of the people in my life because it was my sanctuary. But I wanted Morgan here with a desperation I’d never felt before.
“I’ll give you the full tour later,” I promised, marching through the house and into my bedroom. I kicked the door shut behind us and set her on the edge of my California King mattress. “Maybe tomorrow, after we’ve both gotten our fill of each other.”
“I don’t see that ever happening since I’ve only wanted you more desperately since we were together in Georgia.” Her lips turned down in an adorable pout. “How long can you stay?”
I claimed her lips in a deep kiss, wiping the pout away before answering, “I wrapped everything up in Georgia before I left.”
“What? How?”
She practically bounced on the mattress in excitement, and her tits looked like they were about to pop out of her dress. It distracted me a moment before I answered, “I talked to the director about moving some scenes around so I wouldn’t have to make the trip back. We worked even longer hours than usual, but we somehow managed to get it all done yesterday.”
“You just made my amazing night even better. Thank you.”
“I had the best motivation. Getting back to you.” I dipped my finger down the plunge between her cleavage. “Did you borrow this dress or buy it?”
“The designer loaned it to me, but I was thinking about buying it.”
“I’ll pay for it,” I offered. She started to object, but then she gasped when I did what I’d been fantasizing about all night. Bunching the material at the top of her breasts, I ripped open the dress.
“Oh, my God! I can’t believe you did that!” She gaped at the shredded scarlet material. “And I’m totally letting you write that check.”
My eyes roamed over her perfect tits before I lowered my head and whispered against one of the pebbled tips, “Whatever the cost; totally worth it.”
My words—and maybe even ripping her dress—seemed to spark a frenzied need inside Morgan that matched my own. A few minutes later, we were both stripped naked and I was crawling over her body. Lowering my head, I sucked on each of her nipples in turn before making my way lower. Kneeling between her legs, I ran my palms up her inner thighs and nudged them wider. Staring down at her bare, glistening pussy, I groaned, “I’ve dreamed about having you here, just like this, but the reality is even better than I imagined.”
When I dipped a finger through her folds to get it wet before circling it over her clit, she moaned. I moved my finger in and out until she was squirming with need, my eyes glued to the sight. “So fucking beautiful, and all mine.”
Her inner walls clamped down on my finger, and I couldn’t take it anymore. “I’ll have to get a taste later because I can’t wait any longer to feel your tight pussy wrapped around my cock.”
“Yes, please. I want the same,” Morgan whimpered, her hips bucking up to meet the final thrust of my finger.
Surging over her, I lined my cock with her entrance and watched as I sank my dick into her inch by inch. I gritted my teeth with the effort it took to give her a minute to adjust to my size before I picked up the pace and practically pounded her into the mattress. “You feel so damn good. I don’t know how I made it through the past week without being inside you.”
“Gage,” she gasped, her nails digging into my back.
“Fuck, I love hearing you say my name while your pussy is wrapped tight around me.”
Morgan’s pussy clamped down hard, and her body went taut for a moment before she shouted, “There! Yes! I’m coming!”
“That’s it, beautiful. Come for me,” I crooned in her ear as I rode her through the start of her orgasm. I’d intended to go for another, but the feel of her nails scratching down my back set me off, too. “Fuck!” I roared, sinking my cock deep as I came.
We were both still panting for air when I slowly withdrew and climbed off the bed to grab a washcloth to clean her off. She let out a soft sigh and cuddled against my pillows when I swiped the damp material between her legs. It’d been a long day, and it looked like I’d worn my girl out.
Crawling in next to her, I slid an arm beneath her head and pulled her close. “That’s how I want to celebrate every award win from now on; yours or mine,” she mumbled.
There was a sense of permanency to her suggestion since the award season ended tonight with the Oscars. The next opportunity for one of us to win something big was about ten months away. Shockingly enough, it didn’t scare me one bit.
Twenty-Three
Morgan
After a whopping ninety minutes of sleep, I was awake and in Gage’s office for pre-scheduled post-Oscar phone interviews at seven in the morning. I wasn’t even a little bit surprised that once the usual things were out of the way—how did it feel to win, what made this movie special, what’s your next project, etc.—the interviewers segued directly to my newly revealed relationship with Gage. They were just doing their jobs, so I understood. All I was willing to give up were the basics, though. Yes, we were dating. Yes, it was serious. Yes, we were committed. No, we weren’t friends with benefits. Yes, he was who I’d gone to see in Georgia. No, he didn’t seem uncomfortable being tied down. Over and over, I answered the same questions.
By the time I wrapped up, almost two hours later, it felt like my brain was melting. Rolling my shoulders, I exhaled slowly and leaned back into the chair. Hearing Gage enter the room, I turned my head and smiled. The feral look in his eyes as he crossed the room caused my pulse to accelerate. He said nothing but continued to study me as he came closer. The only thing he had on was a pair of dark gray sweatpants, so I got a little lost for a second as I ran my eyes over his chest. When I looked back up and met his eyes again, the heat within them had grown.
“Hi,” I said, my voice breathy.
He stepped around the desk, put his hand on the arm of my chair, and turned me so I was facing him. My core clenched as his eyes raked over me slowly. Bringing his hand up, he cupped my neck.
“I like this look,” he said, his voice gravelly.
I tilted my head and looked up at him in surprise. I’d taken a quick shower to get the hairspray out of my hair and wake myself up before starting the interviews. Since I had no toiletries with me, I’d made use of Gage’s hairbrush when I got out of the shower but had foregone any attempt at drying or styling. There was no point since without the right brushes and the leave-in conditioner I used, my hair would’ve been a frizzy mess. After letting it air dry for an hour or so, I’d put it up in a messy bun that I’d secured with three pencils from the cup on the desk. My face was free of makeup, and the only thing I had on was the huge plain white robe I’d taken from the back of Gage’s bathroom door. It smelled like him, which made me feel like he’d been wrapped around me during my interviews.
“What look is that?” I asked.
“You, with no makeup on, pencils sticking out of your hair, sitting behind my desk, and wearing my robe.”
If his sexy as hell expression hadn’t gotten me, or the smooth, sensual tone of his voice didn’t do it, the outline of his growing erection beneath those sweatpants would’ve sent me over the edge. It wasn’t one thing that made me breathless, though. It was all of the things working together. The heat inside me went from simmer to boil as a plan came together in my head.
I held his gaze as I untied the belt of the robe and wiggled my shoulders so that the top of it slid down my arms. His eyes flashed fire as I drew the moment out, holding the lapels of the robe so that my breasts weren’t exposed.
He let out a groan when I stood and let the robe fall
to the tile floor. Naked before him, I bent down and retrieved the robe.
“Take a seat,” I said, my voice husky.
He nodded, and I saw his throat move as he swallowed before he settled into the large brown leather executive chair I’d vacated. I kept my eyes on his as I folded the robe and set it down on the floor between his feet before I set my hands down on his shoulders. Tilting his head back, he watched me through hooded eyes as I ran my hands from his shoulders to his wrists and then back again.
When I flattened my palms against his chest and began moving them down, I could feel his thundering heart. I continued my downward descent, my hands exploring the drop-dead-sexy six-pack that made my mouth go dry. He was fully aroused now, the thickness of his erection tenting his sweatpants. When I got to the waistband, I used one hand to pull the sweats down enough for me to get him out with the other.
He groaned and rocked his hips up when I fisted his cock with my right hand as I sank to my knees. Leaning in close, I let the warmth of my breath skate across his bloated crown. When he let out another groan, I paused and looked up at him.
“Do you want something, Gage?”
He hissed out a breath, his eyes flashing as he looked down at me and nodded. “Use your mouth,” he growled in a half plea, half demand.
My clit fluttered from the intensity of both his expression and his tone. The way Gage showed his desire for me was a heady experience. Flattening my tongue against the spot just below the head, I wiggled it against his most sensitive spot.
“Fuckkkkk,” he moaned. As he spoke, he reached out and cupped either side of my jaw in his hands.
My eyes stayed on his as much as possible as I licked him from base to tip several times. The expression on his face as I opened my lips and pulled him into my mouth was so arousing that it was a struggle not to reach between my legs for some relief. I used my right hand to work the lower part of his shaft since I couldn’t fit it into my mouth. He moaned and gasped as I moved up and down on his cock, taking him in as far as I could before I’d let off and slowly raise my head. The more I worked him, the more pre-come pooled at the tip. Each time that happened, I would stop and dance my tongue around his head to heighten the sensations.
He watched me with laser-like intensity, the fierce desire in his expression an aphrodisiac of its own. When hips started to rock up more frequently, I knew what I was doing was testing his control.
“Is your pussy wet?” he asked, his voice a hoarse growl that made my nipples tingle.
I nodded as I slid my mouth off his cock. “So wet,” I admitted.
“You’re thinking about having my cock inside your tight little cunt, aren’t you?”
“Mmm,” I moaned, clenching my core as I arched my back.
He grinned devilishly. “I love that sucking my cock does that for you.”
It wasn’t just that, although I was loving it. It was everything about him. His eyes, the intensity with which he watched me, the scent of his body, and the taste of his arousal against my tongue. Gage did it for me in every way. Opening my lips, I took him back inside my mouth and showed him just how much I loved what I was doing. When I could tell he was struggling to maintain control, I doubled my efforts.
“Stop,” he gasped, his breathing ragged.
I was tempted to keep going, but that was out the window when he let go of my jaw and pushed out of the chair. I stared up at him, smiling at the way he towered over me. Holding his hand out, he helped me to my feet.
“Turn around, lay your torso down on the desk, and spread your legs.”
Spinning, I did what he asked. The coolness of the wood against my aching nipples made me shiver. I heard Gage divesting himself of his sweatpants a second before I felt him behind me, the hair on the front of his legs tickling the back of mine as he stepped close. Reaching around, he traced his finger in a circular motion over my clit a half dozen times before he moved lower and dipped two fingers inside me.
“Fuck, beautiful, you’re soaked.”
I nodded as I moaned. His answering chuckle was almost more than I could take. When he removed his fingers, I whimpered, but that quickly became a gasp when he set his cock against my opening. He slowly pressed forward, stopping when the head was inside. He stilled then, not giving me everything.
“Gage,” I whispered. “Please.”
“Please what?” he asked.
“Give me all of it,” I begged.
“You think you’re ready for that?”
“Yes,” I hissed, desperate for more.
He gripped my hips with his hands, hissing a tortured sound as he pulled back instead of going forward.
“Wrong way,” I whined.
He let out growl as he surged forward and filled me to the hilt with one hard thrust. I let out a little scream as my pussy clenched around him, the stretch and fullness of having him inside something I still hadn’t fully gotten used to.
I heard my cell phone buzzing from its spot on his desk, but I wasn’t tempted to look and see who was calling. Gage held my attention in a way no one ever had, and I didn’t want to miss a moment of being with him. I forgot all about the phone when he repeated the same motion half a dozen times. A slow pull out followed by a powerful thrust that buried his thick length in me.
“Oh, Jesus,” I gasped, the sensation almost more than I could withstand. “I’m close.”
Gage groaned as he brought his right hand around and started rubbing my clit again. As he did, the fingers on his left hand dug into my hips and he picked up speed. It felt so damn good. I could barely breathe, much less think.
I let out a cry as he thundered into me, and the slap, slap, slap of skin hitting skin filled the room. Pushing back, I met his powerful thrusts as he hammered into me.
“Gage! Oh . . . now. Now!”
The orgasm hit hard, ripping through me like an out-of-control fire. I shuddered and cried out his name over and over as I clenched around him, riding out the pleasure that only he could give. When he let out a roar, and I felt the heat of his come inside me, I arched my back and held the front of the desk for dear life as his thrusts grew jerky and desperate. He bellowed my name; a desperate sound I knew I’d never forget.
The high I felt at that moment was so extreme, I didn’t think anything could bring me back down to earth.
Twenty-Four
Morgan
We stayed in that position for several minutes while we caught our breath.
“It just keeps getting better with us,” he murmured. As he spoke, he rubbed his hand up and down my back soothingly.
“I know,” I whispered, the awe in my tone apparent.
He sighed as he leaned in and dropped soft kisses on the backs of my shoulders.
“As much as I’d love to stay buried inside you all day every day, your phone is blowing up. Did you forget an interview?”
I shook my head. “No, I was finished. I’m free until later this afternoon when I go to the El Capitan theater for Jimmy Kimmel.”
“Maybe they booked a last-minute call.”
As he spoke, he pulled out of me, and I whimpered at the loss, surprising myself. My nerve endings were so sensitized to him that I didn’t like not having him inside me.
Standing up straight, I yawned as I stretched. “After I check my messages, a nap would be aweso—”
I stopped talking when my phone started buzzing again. Reaching out, I picked it up and looked at the display. Seeing Allie’s name on the display, I accepted the call.
“Are you home and ready to give me all the dirty details about you and Vaughn?” I teased.
“We have a problem,” she said, her tone elevated.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just got a call from Cara Lee from down the hall. When she went down to the parking garage to leave for hot yoga, she saw your car was completely trashed. She says all the windows are busted, the headlights are smashed in, the convertible top is slashed to shit, there are huge dents all over the body of t
he car, your tires are flat, and the words cunt, bitch, and whore are spray painted on the hood and sides of the car.”
“What the hell?” I asked as I stepped back and dropped down into the chair.
“You need to meet me at the condo so we can call the police. Right now. Cara Lee is sitting in her car monitoring the scene so no one touches anything.”
“I’ll get dressed and come right away,” I muttered, still trying to get my bearings.
Stalkers in Los Angeles weren’t unheard of, by any means. The number of celebrities who found fans on their property or, worse, actually in their houses was horrifying. The other way to terrorize a celebrity was to SWAT them. That meant someone would falsely report a hostage situation so that the SWAT team would show up and storm a residence. I was cautious—all people in the public eye were—but I’d never had a situation so extreme happen before. Thus, I was understandably freaked out.
I startled when Gage took the phone from me. “What’s going on?” he asked, his voice tight.
I shook my head to clear it. “My car was vandalized.”
I then relayed everything Allie had told me. His frown grew more extreme with every word, but he held himself in check and didn’t curse or get angry. I thought it was because he could tell that I was freaking out.
We dressed in record time—me in a pair of his boxer shorts and a navy T-shirt, and him in jeans and a white tee. I didn’t live all that far from him, so it only took fifteen minutes to get there. I wasn’t surprised to see that the garage was already open. Glancing over at me, Gage frowned.
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