Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Ainsley turns to face me and lean up on her tiptoes to place a sweet kiss on my lips. “Okay,” she agrees then saunters over to the door, the natural sway of her hips keeping my eyes glued to her flawless ass.
In less than ten minutes, I’m showered and dressed in black slacks and a white dress shirt, with a green tie that perfectly matches Ainsley’s eyes. I stick the smaller item in my pocket and return to the front room where I settle on the couch to wait. However, it isn’t more than another five minutes before she’s sauntering out of the other bedroom.
I stand and when I get a good look at her, my breath gets caught in my lungs, and I feel as though the world stops spinning. She looks incredible.
On an impulse, back in Ainsley’s trailer, I’d called in a favor from a friend and had them pick up a white sundress in Ainsley’s size and send it to the hotel along with the surprise burning a hole in my pocket. It’s amazing what money and favors can do.
The bodice is fitted, with thick straps on either shoulder, and the knee-length skirt flares out at her hips, swirling around her legs as she walks. My eyes drop to the tall, silver heels on her feet and desire slams into me when I picture them digging into my ass while I pound in and out of her hot little pussy.
My cock is already hard and aching, but knowing she’s wearing the lacy lingerie I picked out underneath it is truly testing my ability to keep from ripping it off and burying myself deep inside her.
Chapter 6
Ainsley
“When you told me I was coming with you to the shoot tonight, I wasn’t expecting to change into a new dress in a swanky hotel suite at the best hotel in town after you were done.” For an impromptu date—one I didn’t even know we were having and my first date ever—it seems Remington went all out. I’m not sure how he pulled it off since he didn’t have much time to plan. “What else do you have up your sleeve?”
My voice wavers at the end when I finally notice how he’s dressed. In athletic pants and a tee, Rem is hotter than any guy I’ve ever met. But, he takes it to a whole other level when he’s dressed up. Add in a tie that makes his eyes look even more green, and my white lace panties are at serious risk of spontaneously combusting. “Wow.”
He prowls towards me, his intense gaze raking me from head to toe. “You stole my line.”
I run a trembling hand down the front of my dress, smoothing out the flared skirt. When he gets close, he wraps his fingers around my wrist and lifts my arm. Then he brushes his lips against my knuckles, making me shiver. “It’s a good thing I’m only doing stunts with you and not any scenes with lines. Jackie would quickly come to regret her decision to hire me to play Beatrice because I’d never be able to remember what I’m supposed to say.”
He slides his free hand around to my lower back. “You think I’d be a distraction for you, baby?”
“Definitely,” I breathe when he pulls me close. “I’ve worked with plenty of guys at Cirque, and I’ve never had any problem focusing on my routines. But my reaction to you is completely different.”
His eyes fill with a possessive gleam as he presses my body flush against his. “You’d better not react to any other guys at all.”
“That’s not what I—”
He doesn’t give me the chance to finish my sentence. He clasps my face between his hands before claiming my lips in a deep kiss. Then he tilts my head back to get a better angle, and his tongue sweeps inside my mouth to tangle with mine. He kisses the heck out of me, and it clouds my brain to the point that I can’t think clearly. I barely notice when he leads me over to the couch, pressing me against the cushions, and lowering his body over mine.
I’m not sure how long we stay clasped together, kissing. All I know is that it feels so good. My hands roam over his lean muscles, stroking down his back as my nails dig into his skin. My breasts are crushed against his chest, my nipples hard pebbles poking against the bodice of my dress.
Rem’s shaft is hard against my core. It’s so hot, I swear it almost burns through the layers of material separating us. Knowing I’m the reason he’s turned on is a heady thing, and a sense of feminine triumph surges through me. It makes everything I’m feeling more intense, and all I want is to get closer to Rem. I raise my knees to cradle his hips. My dress hikes up, and I moan as the bare skin of my inner thighs rubs against the material of Rem’s slacks.