Chapter 50
Josh
‘Istill can’t believe how much nicer of a suite you got than me. It’s seriously uncool.’
I just hopped out of bed to open the drapes on her gorgeous rounded windows that look out on the sunlit gardens.
Alyssa texted last night and said she was pushing back our call time today.
Said she figured we may have some ‘catching up to do’.
We’ll owe her (and Kate) a full explanation later, but right now I’m pumped I get to spend a lazy morning in bed with my girl.
And because the cat’s out of the bag, we can even risk room service.
Reclining on the pillows beside me, Elle laughs. ‘Get over it.’
‘I’m very secure in my masculinity. I love how strong and successful my girlfriend is. I’m just happy she’s letting me sleep over in her fancy suite without kicking me out in the morning.’
‘You deserved it.’
‘I did. So I plan on showing you how grateful I am to be here.’ I drop a kiss on her shoulder, glowing gold in the morning sunlight.
‘Again?’ she asks, but the way she’s looking at me tells a different story.
‘Again. I recharged my battery overnight.’
We finished up late, staying behind to chat with Gordon, who seemed super happy with how it had all gone, before a car whisked us back up to The Grove. But there was no way in hell I was letting Elle out of my sight.
Not when she came to my rescue like the fucking superhero she is.
Not when she’d just told me she loved me live on TV.
So I made love to her before we drifted off to sleep. Claimed her. Reminded her she was mine, and I was hers. And now I’m gonna do it again.
I shuck off the sheets so she’s lying there, bathed in sunlight, her hair shimmering around her and her expression hungry.
For me.
I rear up onto my knees and brush my fingers down between her breasts, over the flat, white skin of her stomach and down her thigh. She’s so magnificent it blows my fucking mind.
‘I love you,’ I tell her. ‘I wanna worship you. I’m gonna kiss every single inch of your skin right now. Especially since Dom and Georgiana aren’t getting it on today, unfortunately.’
‘I think Kate will be scared for a whole other reason now. Instead of worrying we’ll gouge each other’s eyes out or storm off set, she’ll be worrying the sex scenes will rage out of control.’
‘Wise woman. She has no idea they’ve been raging out of control for some time now.’
‘Ignorance is bliss for her, I think.’
‘Agreed, baby.’ I bend to kiss her, and her lips part for me. My tongue sweeps through her mouth and my morning wood stiffens another notch. I need inside her, and quick. Fuck. The way she’s sprawled out on the bed for me. No covers. No shyness. All mine, to take my time with.
‘I want you to think about this all day.’ I loop my fingers and thumbs around her wrists, drape them above her head, and secure them with one hand. That’s better.
She stares up at me, her breath already coming quicker. ‘I will if you give me something worth thinking about.’
I shake my head. Grin. My girl is a piece of work, and I fucking love it.
‘I’ll give you something you can’t get out of your mind.’
My head dips to her nipple and I make my tongue as taut as possible and flick it. Over and over again. I want her thinking about what else this tongue can do to her. Flick. Flick. Flick. Fuck, the little bud is puckered tight, and sweet as hell.
She bucks, draws her legs up. ‘Oh, God, that’s good.’
‘Good.’ I switch to the other beautiful nipple.
Can’t neglect that. God, I want my tongue everywhere on this woman.
I flick, hard, and pinch the nipple I’ve just left with my finger.
She arches her back under me, pushes her breast into my mouth.
The noises she’s making every time she exhales are driving me wild.
I withdraw, crawl between her open legs.
Her expression goes from bereavement—and a little outrage—to anticipation.
That look in her eyes fucking slays me. She wants me, and she wants my dick, and she’s wide open for me.
How I’ve gotten so lucky after fucking up so badly, I have zero clue.
But I’m not about to waste my opportunity.
I’m gonna show her how crazy she makes me. How far gone I am for her.
I’m gonna show her she made the right decision, trusting me again.
‘Hands on your tits,’ I order.
She palms them, not breaking eye contact. ‘Like this?’
Holy fuck. ‘Yeah.’ My voice is rough with need. I’m so turned on right now. I fist the root of my dick. ‘Rub them.’
She circles her flattened hands over them and moans. Jesus Christ, she is a sight for sore eyes, splayed out for me like this.
I can’t resist.
I rub the tip of my dick along her slick wetness, back to front.
We both groan.
‘Pinch them for me,’ I tell her. ‘Roll them. Hard. Whatever feels good, baby. I want you to do whatever feels most intense.’
She pinches her nipples hard, and her head rolls back on her pillow.
What a show. I don’t wanna miss it, but I need to taste her.
I scoot back and settle down between her legs, trapping my angry cock between the mattress and my stomach.
I let my tongue follow the route my dick made up from her centre to her clit.
Again. And again, burying my mouth and nose in her delicious, musky scent.
Taste. I can’t fucking get enough of her.
Every time I hit her clit, she pushes harder into me. That bundle of nerves is so swollen and needy. I swear, she’s close.
‘Josh.’ She reaches down and grabs my hair. ‘I’m going to come. I’m going to come.’
‘Got it,’ I grunt, and she withdraws her hand while I up the ante, lapping hard exactly where I know it’ll be most intense for her, keeping my rhythm perfectly even, pushing a couple of fingers inside her, hard, and the extra pressure sends her over the edge with breathless, desperate cries that go straight to my cock and keep me working to eke this orgasm out as long as I can.
To make it count for her.
To make it something she’ll remember all day long.
And then I’m up and inside of her so quick, pushing in hard as she grabs my ass with her long fingers and pulls me as close as she possibly can. Her legs around my back. Her arms around my neck. And the glaze of a good orgasm still in her eyes.
She’s still quivering around my dick as I thrust, and I know this will be the part I remember all day.
When I’m delivering my lines. Playing my part.
Internally, I’ll be marvelling at the miracle that is being buried balls-deep in Elle Hart as she consumes my senses and sets off every nerve-ending in my body.
The love and wonder and desire in her beautiful eyes are the only things I’m aware of as I explode inside her, shuddering and heaving, spinning out on the fact that this is my reality.
I’m not letting this woman out of my sight.
I mean it.
We order breakfast in bed. We shower together.
I dress her, because I can’t keep my hands off of her.
Can’t stay away from her. And then I drag her to my room so I can change out of my robe.
I’m not being parted from her, even for a second, until we get to the studios and face the endless gossip and hilarity and fucking delight from the cast and crew.
This morning marks the precious dawn of our new life together. A life where we’ve bared all to each other, and no one’s run away. On the contrary, we’re all in.