He carries me to the couch and settles on it with me on his lap. I rest against him, feeling my heart come back down. “That was amazing. Your turn.”
I try to reach for his pants, but he doesn’t let me open them. “If my cock comes out, everyone at the party will know your boyfriend fucked you long and hard.”
My pussy spasms at his words, and I moan. He’s so sweet and kind to me out of the bedroom. But the moment we’re alone, he says filthy things that make me blush all over. I love every minute of it. “Maybe I want that.”
“You’ll have to wait. I can’t have you walking funny and all the men there thinking about how good and tight your pussy must be.”
“Then stop saying filthy things to me!” I cry out, shifting to get comfortable on his lap. I already need him again.
He chuckles and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Now, be a good girl at the party for me.”
The cast party takes a long time. There are a million photos to take with the cast and crew, way more than usual since this is my final movie. Bobby avoids me for most of it, only furtively approaching me when Hunter excuses himself to the bathroom.
“I heard this was your last role,” he says.
I nod. “It’s time for me to try new things.”
“Good for you. You know, the proposal thing…that was…I mean, I’m sure you’d be a great…”He doesn’t finish, probably because he’s too nervous.
I give him a soft smile. “Look, I know the proposal wasn’t your idea.”
He seems to relax a little. “That’s what I tried to tell him.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, well, he’s way too possessive and bossy to ever believe that. But you’ve been a great friend to me, and I hope we can stay in touch.”
He holds out his hand for a fist bump. “I’ve been told this is an acceptable amount of physical contact though I’m limited to one every four years.”
I bump his fist with mine, feeling like we’re a couple of teenagers again. “Text me in a few months. Let me know what you’re doing.”
He snorts. “Only if I’m out of the country.”
Someone calls his name, and he melts back into the crowd. I watch him go and look around at the party filled with cast and crew members.
“Are you looking forward to starting your new life?” Mom asks softly.
I didn’t even realize she was here. She never attends these. She’s so busy as the CEO that she rarely shows up. “Yeah, I am.”
“Good for you.”
I turn to her, taking in her red pantsuit and pin with the wreath on it. It’s old but still sparkles in the light. It was one of my dad’s last gifts to her. “There’s a guest bedroom at Hunter’s place. I’d love it if you’d stay with us.”
She waves a hand in the air. “Tell Hunter to give me those dozen grandkids then we’ll talk about me moving in.”
“Speaking of that, Ma Jolly, I have to get my girl home,” Hunter says coming to stand beside me and wrapping an arm around my waist.
My cheeks heat. “Hunter!”
My mom gives me a hug, and I stop to say goodbye to a few more people until finally, I’m back in Hunter’s truck with him. I don’t know what I’m doing with the rest of my life, but I have plenty of time to figure that out, and I will.
When he pulls into the driveway, it’s late and I stifle a yawn. He leads me inside where I see all the boxes from my apartment stacked in neat rows. “We weren’t planning on doing it until this weekend!”
“My brother helped me move them all. I didn’t want you to have to worry,” he answers.
I look around and take in the boxes, the glow of the Christmas lights, and the sight of the snow outside. Everything feels so magical.
“Bad idea?” He asks tentatively.
I shake my head and give him a big grin. “No, it feels so good to be home.”
