Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“You … really came prepared for this.”
“While you spent the last ten years trying to make it in this business, I’ve spent it doing exactly shit like this. Granted, it was a lot worse when the five of us were together than it ever was on my own, but I know how to deal with it. If you trust me.”
“I do.” Surprisingly.
I throw on the long, brown wig, the sunglasses, and the cowboy hat.
“You look like Cash Kingsley,” Blake says.
I put up the sign of the devil. “Rock on.”
I hold my breath the whole elevator ride up to the fifteenth floor. No one gets on, so I’m thankful I don’t have to try to pull off some Cash impersonation.
When the elevator stops and I get off, I look for which direction to go, but there’s only one door. Penthouse Suite is marked across it in gold.
“Going all out for me, huh, Blake?” I mutter to myself.
I use the key to let myself in, and as soon as the door’s closed behind me, I rip off the stupid disguise and take in the view of downtown LA. Panoramic windows span the entire suite.
I’ve stayed in nice places, but this … I whistle.
A chuckle sounds behind me, and Blake steps through the door wearing that ugly fake porn stache. Even with it, he’s still the hottest man on the planet. How he’s never been awarded People’s sexiest man alive yet is beyond me.
“Admit it. You’ve never wanted me more.” He runs his fingers over the mustache.
“Mm, maybe you should leave it on while you fuck me.”
Blake stalls. No, he practically trips over his feet. “What?”
“I was joking. That thing is hideous.”
“That’s not the part I’m caught on. You want me to …”
“Oh. Fuck me?” I shrug and pretend like my body isn’t already buzzing at the thought. “Why not?”
“I thought I had to give it up first. Isn’t that one of your rules?”
“After today where you were practically begging me for my dick while I was fingering you, I have no doubt you’ll let me in there one day. It isn’t about keeping score. It’s about give-and-take.”
Blake still stands there unmoving.
“Seriously, take the mustache off. I can’t talk sex with you when you look like that.”
“Sorry, this …” He peels off the stupid-looking thing. “I wasn’t expecting it.”
“We don’t have to—”
Blake steps forward and claims my mouth for a quick kiss. “Oh, we’re going to, but this changes my plans a little.”
“You had plans?”
“Mmhmm. They included room service and chilling in front of the TV. Hanging out. And then possibly later, more of what we did today.”
My brow furrows. “You want a date first?”
“I did. Now, not so much.”
“I’m not worth the date part now? Was my mother right? No man will buy the cow if I’m giving away the milk for free?”
Blake’s mouth opens, but then he screws up his face. “That phrase has such a different meaning when referring to guys and … milk.”
I gasp. “Eww, my mom is gross.”
“That aside, you misunderstood me. We can do the date, but I might need to get off first, because the idea of fucking you is making my pants really uncomfortable.”
“So sex first and then food and hanging out? That … actually sounds like the perfect date. No pretenses.”
“So … bedroom?”
I glance around the suite, and my eyes land on the couches in the living room. One’s facing the TV, but the other is facing the wide windows. “I have a better idea. Strip.”
“Here?”
Instead of answering, I reach for my shirt, whipping it over my head and letting it land wherever. Blake’s quick to do the same, and then it’s a race to see who can get naked the fastest.
I trip over myself when I get to my socks and have to catch myself, so Blake beats me to it, and then his hands are all over my body, while I’m still trying to get my last sock off my foot.
“Hold still,” he complains.
“Sock.”
“Leave it on.”
“Ooh, you’re kinky. Sex while wearing one sock? I’m not into shaming people for what they like, but this might be too far.”
“Just hurry up.” Blake steps back and takes his cock in his hand, and the sock is suddenly forgotten.
“Supplies?” I ask.
“In my bag.”
I scramble to find lube and condoms.
When I pull out the box, movement in the corner of my eye catches my attention.
It’s Blake, shifting nervously. “I, uh, wasn’t sure about those. About whether we’d, uh, need them. Or use them. Or really, just …”
“We should use them. I don’t know how long Ben was cheating on me for, and I haven’t been tested recently.”
“Okay.”
I stand and approach him. “You’re going to bend me over this couch and look out at the view while you fuck me.”
The sides of his lips turn upward. “It’s cute you think I’ll be looking at anything but you.”