Chapter 53
JOSIE
I cannot resist this man – or his kisses - any longer. He’s just too kind. He’s just too thoughtful. Too handsome. Too much the perfect man.
He’s just too... beautiful.
That’s it. Beautiful. That’s the best way I can describe him, both inside and out.
And so I kiss him as the literal fireworks explode above our heads and as metaphorical fireworks explode in my heart. And I know it’s not the smartest thing to do – allowing yourself to fully open up to a famous actor playboy with a bank account the amount of a small country. I know it’s really fucking stupid for a small town barista to do.
But how can I not when it is Victor we are talking about? He is the man who organized these fireworks just for me. He is the man who held me tight and without a single complaint as I cried. He is the only man who has ever actually listened to me ramble and rant about my problems and didn’t say a word.
He is beautiful.
I feel a connection to him – something that’s beyond his looks and his fame and his wealth. I feel like we have something more. He is not the man the media and his reputation make him out to be.
With me, he is someone else.
So. Yeah. Go ahead and call me stupid. I think I might be. It’s fair to call me the dumbest person on the planet. But this moment – as we kiss under fireworks – is worth all the heartache in the world.
And then I am reaching for him. I am stepping over the line, and he is accepting of it. This is my decision. My hands run along his tall, muscular body as our lips meet. Feeling him. Feeling his power. His height. His strength.
And he continues to kiss me. He kisses me back as I kiss him.
And he holds me tight. And it’s like he holds the entire world. And I’m falling into his...
“Be careful what you wish for,” the man whispers between kisses as my hands start to journey teasingly under his shirt to feel his bare skin.
“I’m wishing for this,” I whisper back.
I’m bold now.
Eager.
Willing.
I’m ready to give out my heart. I once thought it might’ve been sealed off together. I thought the whole broken marriage thing had cut me emotionless forever.
But my need for Victor Penmayne is unquenchable. Especially now.
He’s all I’m thinking about.
“You want this?” he asks me as my fingers travel.
I nod, then kiss him again.
“Yes, Victor. I want this. Do you want this?”
“I want you, Josie.”
Those words penetrate me like spasms of pleasure. I moan at the sheer impossibility of what I’m hearing...
Bang!
Another firework goes off, but I don’t even care anymore about the bright lights or the shocking noise. Everything about me is focused in on Victor. His scent. His touch.
“I want you, Victor. Goddamn, I want you.”
“Be careful, Josie,” he says, “because once we’ve crossed this boundary, then there’s no going back.”
He’s telling the truth. I am fully aware of the repercussions of what the next steps might be...
I nod again.
“I know,” I say. “And I still want it. I want what’s coming. I want what you might do to me. I want it all.”
I am aware of the effect the actor has on women – of how he barely has to smile and he’s got them begging to join him in bed. I know I’m probably no better than any of those girls. And he’s trying to warn me in one last futile attempt.
But I want him.
God, I want him so fucking bad right now.
Yeah, he’s more than just a playboy.
I can’t believe I’m turned on this much. It’s like the floodgates have opened, and I can’t shut them. Ha, I don’t even want to shut them. This is all too damn nice.
“This is your last moment to stop,” Victor says. “Because from now on, I can transform your night into something else.”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “I want something else. I want something else right now.”
“Then lie back,” the man commands. “And let me take control. Let me be captain of this ship.”
And I do so. I lie down in the boat as he pulls off his shirt, revealing that impossible chest of his. And I’m biting my lip. And my pussy is wet.
And Victor stares at me. The light from the fireworks showers his face in a warm glow. Red and yellow and blue. They light up his eyes and his cheekbones and those white teeth of his. It is so damn clear he wants this as much as me.
He wants me. He wants me. He wants me.
How can I resist when I see that lust in his gorgeous blue eyes?
He takes off his pants as I lie and look up at him. He’s totally in charge now, and I am totally accepting of it. I want this.
He reveals his cock. It’s long and veiny and thick with desire.
And now I know he’s going to fuck me for sure.
Yes.
He gave me these fireworks, and now I’m going to give him my body. And I’m loving that I can do this for him. He can ravish me all he wants.
Victor is now completely naked, but he doesn’t seem to care. There truly is no one else on the lake. No one else within miles of us to witness this debauchery.
He leans down and kisses me again. I feel him produce a condom and wrap it around his member. He had it ready for me.
I close my eyes and submit myself to this beautiful man.
“Take me, Victor.”
With my eyes closed, I feel the man pull down the rim of my panties. The sensation makes me quiver with anticipation.
“God, you’re already so wet,” he remarks in a low tone as he admires me. I feel those admiring blue eyes all over me even when mine are shut.
I nod and surrender myself to his incredible touch as his fingers start to trace around my willing pussy.
Oh, God.
What he’s able to do with his fingers...
My body is on the edge. Heat rises all through me. This man is in control, and I am his mistress.
I keep my eyes firmly closed. Every sensation... every touch... reverberates with incredible feeling...
And then he’s kissing me again. My lips open to take him.
“I’m going to get inside you,” he whispers into my ear, and I find myself dissolving into his deep voice.
“Please do...”
And he does.
Oh, he does.
He gets inside me.
I feel the man. I feel his power. His strength. His bruteness as he penetrates me - sending me wild.
I keep my eyes closed as he gently takes me. He’s in total control of his body. He uses his physical supremacy with care and consideration. He’s being tender with me.
“You’ve been wanting to do this?” I ask him. “Fuck me?”
The man grunts.
“Yes. For a hell of a long time. I’ve really wanted to fuck you.”
“You’ve wanted me?”
“Ever since I first saw you, Josie.”
God, those words...
“You’ve been holding yourself back,” I whisper. “I can tell.”
“Yes. I have. For you. I didn’t know if you wanted me. I could’ve used all my old tricks on you, but I didn’t. I want you for you. Your decision, not my games.”
God, I’ve wanted him for a long time...
“I’ve denied what I’ve wanted,” I say. “I’ve been so stupid. And I would never have fallen for your games, Victor.”
“Well, you have me now.”
The man grunts again as he thrusts deep. He kisses me. I kiss him back.
And then he finishes.
A roar passes through his lips.
“Yes,” I whisper into his ear. “I have you now. On my terms.”