“Turn around, baby,” he commands again, his voice low and rough, impossibly sexy.
I turn, stepping down, half standing on the table, gripping the edge of it.His hands clamp my hips as he pushes back inside me from behind.
“Oh!God!”I squirm as the tip of his cock hits so deep, pounding hard inside me.
I moan and whimper with every thrust, my clit rubbing against the polished wooden table.The mix traps me in unbearable, incredible pleasure.He groans in sync with my moans as I come again and again, losing count.
We finally fall silent, catching our breath.He kisses my back, trailing down my spine.A moment later, he goes to the sink, ties up the used condom, and tosses it in the trash, while I dash to the bathroom to clean up.
Right after, my phone rings on the sofa.The ringtone is distinct enough, it’s Jessy.
2
Alan’s Tilted Stage
Fenella
“Hey, Jessy.”
I pick up the call from my agent.Yeah, he’s still my agent, and I still have to answer.He’s still my friend too, because we already made amends, and I forgave him for what happened in Mexico City.He’s struggling with his relationship with Mike, and I can’t bring myself to walk away when he needs me.
“Fenella, I’m sorry.”His voice is hoarse, like he’s been crying.
Oh no.What now?
“What’s going on?”I frown.
“It’s a mess, and you were right.It’s all my fault,” he whimpers, words soaked with tears.
“Jessy, what is it?Just tell me.”I already know this is gonna be bad news.
I sit down on the sofa, bracing myself for whatever blow is coming this time.My heart pounds, Jessy keeps crying, and I sit up straighter, straining to catch every word.
“Alan said you turned in your resignation.So he told me to manage your schedule only until your gigs are finished.But when I was putting your agenda together—” his voice cracks, and he breaks down again.
“Go on,” I push, my whole body tight.
He clears his throat, blows his nose into a cloth, and forces himself to continue.“Remember those contracts you signed a couple days ago?It was—” his voice shakes.
“I’m sorry, Fenella.My head’s been a mess.Mike’s been distracting me, and with all the pressure yesterday, I didn’t go through every project carefully.Alan’s been on my ass nonstop, rushing me.”He rambles so fast I can barely keep up.
“No, what did you do?”I groan, patience slipping.
“I signed you up for a condom brand ad.”His voice is full of fear.
“What?!No way…” My jaw drops.
My eyes flick to Laird.He’s in the kitchen, finishing the spaghetti I abandoned.If he finds out, he’ll lose it.
“The concept is a commercial with actors pretending to have sex naked as a couple,” Jessy whispers.
“Oh my God.”I hiss and shoot to my feet.
At this point, it’s not just a possibility anymore.Laird will be furious.He’ll shut me out again.I can’t go through that.
“Alan’s a shareholder in the company, along with Mallory West.So they picked Alan as your partner in the ad,” Jessy wails.
My mouth falls open, breath catching.This just turned into a disaster.Oh no.No, no.I pace the room, biting my nails.
