“My dick is in my hand,” he said, because it totally was. “But I wish it was in you.”
“Gah, me too.” She panted. “I’m using my fingers instead.”
“Turn on your lipstick to the first setting,” he sang the words, giving himself a dry stroke while she moaned into the mouthpiece. “Put it between your legs in that spot I know you love,” he made up the tune as he went along.
“What are you doing?” she asked, breathier than before. “Are you participating?”
“You know I am.” He squirted some of the lotion he’d swiped from her bathroom in his palm. Was he an ass for stealing her lotion? Probably. But it smelled like her, and got him off better than his standard. “My dick misses you, but tonight it’s not about him. It’s about you so you can get to sleep.”
“Knox,” she said his name in that way she did right before she finished.
“I’m with you and I’m turning it to the next setting, using my fingers with the vibration,” he said. “Be a good girl and help me out, yeah?”
The low buzz in the background got louder.
“That’s my girl,” he said, stroking himself and squeezing a little at the tip.
She made a low rumble noise she always did when he got her there, so he increased the speed of his hand, letting her sounds help him finish. He wasn’t ashamed that he also made noises when he came, a growl of her name on his lips as he finished.
“Next time let’s FaceTime,” she said with a low chuckle.
He’d caught his load in a washcloth and tossed it to the bin. “Think you can sleep now?”
“I miss you, Knox,” she said, softly.
“Same,” he said, pulling his pants back up and buttoning them. “Need to see you soon, Noodle Cup.”
“Next week.”
Next week they took a break from filming for some awards show. She’d announced she’d meet them on the coast in Spain.
The timing worked because he only had about a week of lotion left before he totally ran dry.
“A week,” he murmured.
“Thank you,” she said, the yawn evident in her voice.
“Here for you,” he replied. “Always here for you.”
“Same,” she said. “G’night, Knox.”
“Get some sleep, Noodle Cup.” He turned off his phone, stood, and let out a long breath.
Then he checked to be sure he was decent, and headed back to the meet and greet.
Chapter Twenty-Three
IRINA
4 Days Later
CallingKnox to help her get to sleep had become something of a routine. But, really, he did not seem to mind. And even if he sang her the dictionary, she’d call him every night.
But tonight she didn’t have to, because she’d finished filming early and hopped on a plane to meet him in France. Her turn to surprise him, she’d decked herself out in one of the Knox sweatshirts they sold outside the shows. The one with his face all over the front.
Then she got in line with Becca and waited her turn.
“He’s gonna lose his mind,” Becca said, looping her arm with Irina’s. “All he does is talk about you. What you’re doing. What kind of pie you sent that day.”
