She grunts, opening the door and motioning for me to come in.I stalk into her place, not looking at her until the door shuts.I ready myself for the sexy outfit, the porn star makeup, but I’m met with something entirely different.
She’s staring at me with her arms folded, her hair in some weird messy-bun disaster, torn sweat pants, and a coffee-stained T-shirt with the wordsRunning on Coffee and Dry Shampoo.
From the looks of her, the shirt’s pretty spot-on.It doesn’t matter.She’s still beautiful.She’s still Bianca, the spicy Latina girl with all the dirty thoughts in that pretty mind of hers.
“Happy?”she asks with her face pinched.
“Very much.”
“Didn’t expect this—” she waves her hands up and down the length of her body “—did you?”
I sweep the hair away from her face.“I don’t care what you’re wearing, I just wanted to see you.”
“You’ve seen me.”She motions toward the door.“You can go now.”
“Mama, why so cold?”I run my finger down her cheek, and her pupils dilate as her breathing slows.“I thought you’d be happy to see me.I want to talk about your books.”
She steps backward and away from my touch like I’m burning her with the contact.“I’m behind on my deadline, Vinnie, and I’m stuck in this damn scene.I really have to concentrate to nail this part.”
My cock twitches, loving the idea of her writing a dirty chapter just as I knocked.Does she get as turned on by her words as the people do who are reading them?I can’t imagine having sex on the brain all the time and not touching myself to the point of blacking out.
“Well, I know sex and football.Maybe I can help you work through the scene.”
Her tongue darts out, sweeping across her lips as her eyes drift across my chest.“How can you help?”
Instead of going into all the ways I can help her with sex, even in her books, I let her do the talking because I’m about ten seconds from sweeping her off her feet and planting my lips on hers.
“What’s the problem?”I ask, praying to God it’s something hot.
She starts to pace.“I’m trying to work out the logistics of the position.Keeping all the hands and body parts in the right place is challenging sometimes.”
“I’ll be your prop.I can help you work out what’s happening and where all the body parts should be.Use me.”
Her eyes narrow as she looks at me, but she doesn’t stop moving back and forth across the room.“I don’t know.I’ve never needed help before, and it might be awkward.”
“I’m all about awkward.Remember, I’m a professional too.Let’s get you over this hump.”
Since I’ve walked in, we’ve thrown around words like hump, nail, and other sexual terms that have my body buzzing with excitement.
“Are you sure?You already look a little…” She points to my pants, and my eyes follow.
“Fuck.I’m sorry,” I say, pushing my cock downward because, damn it, I’m horny as fuck.
How?I don’t know.
Fifteen minutes ago, the orgasm that rocked my body was so hard-core, I wasn’t sure I could even get another boner no matter how hard I tried.
Clearly, I was wrong.
Bianca does this to me, and that’s how I know I’m in trouble.I should walk away, leave her be, and go back to my place, resting up for practice tomorrow.But I can’t.I won’t.
“We’re not sleeping together,” she tells me like she’s reading my mind.
“I never thought we were,” I lie.“Where do you want me?The bed?The couch?”
She stops moving and stares at me, tapping her chin and not speaking.She chews on the corner of her lip, and I can’t stop myself from watching the way the soft skin stretches between her teeth.
“Fine.Come here.”She motions for me to follow, and I practically skip across the room out of excitement.
