Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“A secret that you’ve never told anyone else, right?”
I nodded.
“Okay, why do you do porn?”
I gave her a suggestive smirk. “The answer to that question isn’t exactly a secret. It’s fun and it pays great.”
She furrowed her delicate brows and stared at me for a minute. “Why do you really do porn, Carson?”
I chuckled, but it came off as uncomfortable as I suddenly felt. “Not everyone who does porn has some screwed-up childhood and dark past. The industry is a lot different than it used to be. There are all kinds of safety measures in place…”
She continued looking up at me silently, as though she wasn’t buying what I was selling, even though what I’d said was true. But maybe not the whole truth. After a few moments, I sighed and slid down to the floor. Was I really even considering going there with this stranger? This princess? I sat staring straight at the wall for a minute or two and then almost against my own will, I started talking, “My mom was a porn star in the nineties. From what I know, it doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it’s taken care of pretty quickly—she got pregnant. She decided not to have it taken care of. I’m the bastard of any one of a hundred hired dicks. How do you like that fairy tale, buttercup?”
Her eyes widened and her lips formed a silent O. We stared at each other for a quiet minute. “That doesn’t explain why you do it now too.”
“I was practically born to do it, babe. Created in lust and sin. Destined to do the same.”
“It’s not your fault how you were—” And fuck me if those big, blue eyes weren’t filled with pity. I felt something inside me squeeze in a way that I didn’t fucking like at all.
“No, and it’s not your fault you have a pretty little mouth, but maybe if you crawl over here, we can both use our God-given assets to make the next few hours go by a little faster.”
She stared at me, her cheeks flushing. “That’s why you do that. You pull that sex-on-a-stick, asshole mask on to hide the fact that you’re ashamed of who you are.”
Her words hit me like a punch. I wanted to flinch but I didn’t. I never flinched and I wouldn’t now. Not for her or anyone. “There’s my little Dr. Phil again. Tell me, where did you get your clinical psychology degree from? Oh, that’s right. The University of Bullshit. Tell me this, buttercup, are you as good at diagnosing yourself? Do you realize that that perfect-princess gig you have going on is all an attempt to make up for the fact that you believe you should have been the one to die instead of your brother? But guess what? Your brother did die. And all the perfect-princess crap in the world won’t change that.”
She sucked in a loud gasp, her eyes filling with hurt. I immediately felt like shit. “You bastard!” she hissed, getting up on her knees and “walking” on them toward me, anger almost instantly replacing the hurt I had first seen flash in her eyes.
I got up on my knees too, the bastard comment making my chest tight. She had used my own word against me and I didn’t like the way that felt. “Prude,” I hissed back.
“Man-whore!”
“Oh, real inventive, ice queen!”
The air in the small space had suddenly turned red. We met in the middle of the elevator, both on our knees, her neck bent to stare up at me, rage etched across her features. I knew my expression said the same thing.
“Piece of ass!”
“Sellout.”
She balled her fists up and straightened both of her arms at her side, making a frustrated, angry, growling sound. I leaned in slightly, daring her to hit me. Do it. I wanted her to hit me. Why, I didn’t know, but I did.
And suddenly we were kissing. Hardcore, angry kissing, our hands everywhere, groping and grabbing. And damn it if she didn’t taste like sunshine and everything sweet and fresh this world had to offer.
CHAPTER 3
Grace
We groped at each other’s bodies, moaning and panting and practically crazed with anger and lust. Or was it just anger? No, no, anger didn’t feel this good. My body was on fire, every nerve ending zinging with the need to be touched by Carson. Oh God, I am being touched by Carson Stinger, Straight Male Performer! No! Yes! Yes! Yes! Three yeses to one no. Majority rules! God, he tasted so good. He tasted minty and like something that was just him. After one small taste, I was already craving more, sweeping my tongue around his mouth trying to get as much of it as I could, desperate with hunger for it. For him. He seemed just as desperate to taste me as his tongue tangled with mine, and his hands grabbed my ass and pulled me up hard against his erection. Oh God, he was big. Really big. And I was rubbing on him like some crazed cat in heat. A crazed cat in heat that had gotten ahold of some crack. Or catnip…or whatever notched up the level of a crazed cat in heat. That was me.