Page 95 of Breaking Hollywood

“Are you…having regrets? About…us?”

“No.” His hand comes to my chin, and he tips my head back, so I’m looking at him. “No regrets at all. I just needed a smoke. I always need a smoke after great sex.”

“Great sex?”

His eyes twinkle back at me in the dark. “Astro-fucking-nomical sex.”

“Better.” I laugh softly, and I rest my head back on his chest, running my fingers over the soft hairs there.

“You…don’t have any regrets, do you?” His voice is surprisingly tentative.

I tip my face up to look at him again. “No.”

I didn’t realize his expression was tense until I see it relax with my answer.

I run my fingers over his cheek. “I could never regret last night, Gabe. I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

He takes hold of my hand and kisses the palm. “Me, too. But not as long as you’ve wanted me ’cause you’ve wanted in my pants ever since you saw me in my first movie, right?”

“Jackass.”

I lightly slap his chest, and he chuckles.

“Just kiddin’.” He kisses the top of my head.

He’s not wrong though. I have wanted him since I first saw him onscreen.

But he’s nothing like I thought he would be.

He’s even better.

But then I worry he thinks I want him because he’s famous.

“I’m not just here because—”

“I know, Speedy.”

I look at him. “I just don’t want you to think I’m here because you’re famous. I’m here for this.” I tap my finger on his forehead. “And this.” I draw a heart with my finger on his chest. “And, of course, this.” I grin as I slide my hand down and cup his cock between his legs.

“Who could blame you? It is massive.” He smirks and takes a pull on his cigarette. “And, just so you know, Speedy, I only want you for your big tits and tight pussy.”

“Jerk.” I narrow my eyes at him, my lips fighting a smile.

“And your smart, argumentative, nonstop-talking mouth.” He covers my lips with his, softly kissing me, making my stomach flip. “And just…you. I kinda like you. A lot.”

My heart beats double time in my chest.

“Good. ’Cause I kinda like you a lot, too.”

I snuggle back into him, my insides glowing with joy as I enjoy the warmth of his hard body. And the gentle sounds of the city below. The burn of his cigarette each time he takes a drag. The way he exhales the smoke.

“We do need to think about how this is going to work though.” His voice cuts through the silence.

“How what’s going to work?”

He takes one last pull on his cigarette and then stubs it out. “You and me. And the fact that I won’t fuck you while you work for me.”

I sit up and turn in his lap, straddling him. His hands grip my hips.