One final wet grind, and I saw stars.
“Fuck, Bianca,” I groaned. “You feel so fucking good. I knew you would, I knew it would feel like fucking heaven.”
With a heavy jolt, my cock swelled and then pulsed its release all over her, making everything very, very messy between us. My entire body was wracked with it, shuddering and trembling and contracting, until I’d drained myself of everything I could give, until I was completely dry.
I could barely breathe when it finished. I hadn’t come thathard in years, maybe ever. And we hadn’t even gotten all the way naked.
Holy shit.
But when I could finally breathe again, when I could finallysee, I found Bee staring back at me with a shocked expression on her face.
A shocked,unhappyexpression.
For a floundering half second, I wondered if she was mad that I came—or mad that I came on her without checking that it was okay first—but then it crashed into me like a tidal wave, the memory of the last thirty seconds. The name I’d said as I’d rubbed myself against her until I erupted.
It hadn’t beenBeethat I’d groaned. ButBianca.
And now she knew that I knew. That she wasn’t just a struggling actress who’d also done some modeling. That I didn’t justknowabout her porn but had probably watched it. Was familiar with it. And she could probably guess that I’d jerked off to it too.
We were staring at each other, and she still looked so shell-shocked, and I needed to say something, anything, to explain—
“Bee,” I started, not sure where to begin. “I—”
A series of quick knocks on the door made us shoot apart, startled, and then we were both scrambling for clothes, straightening and smoothing hair, fixing lipstick.
“Shit,” Bee muttered, and I was right there with her. “Shit, shit, shit.”
“Bee?” Cammy’s voice came from the other side. “Are you in there?”
“Yes,” Bee said, and I was in awe of her acting skills, because even as she was cleaning herself with her T-shirt with one hand and rubbing at stray lipstick smears with the other, her voice sounded totally normal. “Sorry, I had a costume mishap, and Nolan was helping me.”
The doorknob turned, and Cammy came in, stopping once she saw me standing in what I hoped was a super casual pose by the window.
“Okay,” she said, her eyes sliding between Bee and me in a way that was far too astute.
I could feel the panic simmering in my blood, could already see the tweets from Dominic Diamond, could already hear Steph telling me she was dropping me as a client.
Could already feel the future in which I took care of Mom and Maddie slipping away before it had even started.
Was Bee panicked too? Surely she wanted to keep a low profile while she was here, because there was no way the Hope Channel would go for a porn star heroine in one of their films—and I really didn’t think the crew was in on this particular secret.
“They’re waiting for you both on set,” Cammy finally said. “Do you need any more help with your costume, Bee?”
Bee shook her head, and even though she was technically smiling, there was a sharpness to her voice when she said, “I think I can finish dressing on my own, thank you very much.”
Chapter Ten
Bee
The moment he left, I almost regretted sending him away. Partly because I was still ready for round two, and partly because actually getting dressed by myself was simpler said than done.
Thankfully, though, the mock buttons of my dress, a maroon gown with filigree embroidery around the neckline, hid a very sturdy and well-made zipper. After wrestling the dress on and using a wire hanger to pull the zipper up, I was hopelessly out of breath and had sweat gathering at my hairline.
Great, hair and makeup would just love that.Hello? Yes, I just humped the shit out of my costar’s erection, was nearly caught, and then wrestled my way into this dress like I was Dwayne “TheRock” Johnson. Could you please powder my nose and smooth out my frizzy hair? TYSM. I am one hundred percent a professional actress.
I slumped against the table—the same table Nolan and I had just defiled. The sun wasn’t even up yet and I’d already broken one of Teddy’s most important rules. Not only that, but Nolanknew. He knew about Bianca, and if he knew about Bianca, it was for one reason and one reason only. Heat flushed in my chest, and I somehow felt both deeply desired and deeply embarrassed at the exact same time.
But how could I have resisted him in that moment? His lips lingering there on the inside of my thigh... My whole lower body had been scorched with evidence of him. Like he’d left a trail of heat with every touch. And then the moment his hardness had pressed into me...
