Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Thought you’d never ask.”
Penn goes to work on his buttons for the second time tonight. “Ooh!” I bound off the bed, carried by the buoyancy he gives me. “Can I undress you?”
Even in the muted lamplight, I can see the tops of his ears turn red. “Sure, baby. Although…I’d rather just get my giant ass under the covers as quickly as possible.”
“Not me.” I slide my hands up the front of his flannel, shaking my hair back dramatically. “I want to marvel over you.”
His chuckle is low and warm. “Fair is fair, I guess. I never stop marveling over you.”
“Mmm.” We should get married, I almost blurt. It’s what my heart wants to say. “I’m going to take my time, if that’s okay with you.”
“When you’re with me, you do whatever you goddamn please, Jenna.”
I press my face between his pecs and inhale with gusto. “Thank goodness I left my phone back at the trailer. I’m sure Dustin is blowing it up right now.”
“Why?”
“Why?” I begin the slow journey of undoing the buttons on his flannel, starting beneath the notch in his throat. “I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but a six-foot-six lumberjack kidnapped me from a bar earlier this evening.”
“Six foot seven,” he grumbles.
“I stand corrected.” I have three buttons open now and I lean in to kiss his forest of chest hair, recalling how it felt to be pinned down beneath that thick pelt, the broad patch of coarse hair abrading my nipples while he moaned hoarsely, driving himself between my legs. “I hope...you won’t be upset when the internet gets a hold of the story. There could already be leaked video from the bar circulating. Tabloids trying to track down your identity and speculate if you’re my new boyfriend or just a one-night stand…”
He makes a low-pitched sound when I use the word “boyfriend.” After that, the word drops between us like a heavy wrench and we meet each other’s eyes momentarily, searching. How does this end? I desperately want to ask him, but I don’t want to ruin our night. Especially if it’s the only one we’ll have together. “Maybe it’s a good thing if we end up on the internet.”
“It’s never a good thing. Why would you think that?”
“When you see what the public has to say about this, you’ll come to your senses.”
I pause in the act of tugging his flannel out of his denim waistband. “What the public has to say about what?”
“The differences between you and me. Our ages, how different we look…”
I’ve repeatedly told Penn that I find him wildly attractive, but my reassurances aren’t working, are they? I’ll have to take a different tack. “No doubt they would rather see me with a lead singer with a big pile of hair on top of his head, but none on his chest. Or maybe a prima donna co-star who I secretly loathe but is excellent for my career.” I circle around behind Penn and drag the flannel off his giant shoulders, and I go to work, planting open-mouthed kisses all over the warm strength of his back, tracing muscles with my tongue.
Meanwhile, my palms skim around the thick circle of his waist, meeting at the bulge atop his thighs, my right hand stroking him through the denim.
“Do you think those boys could ever make me as happy as this does?”
“I don’t want to think about you dating anyone,” he rasps.
“Me either,” I whisper, flicking open the button of his fly. “If by some chance people couldn’t recognize the perfection of you, I would tune them right out, because they obviously have no taste.” Carefully, I lower his zipper, and his broad back starts to heave with the shallowing of his breath. “My Daddy does things to me they can only dream about,” I whisper, slipping my hand into his open fly to fist his sex, pumping it twice while he groans like a big, hungry bear, then bringing the fullness of him out into the open.
Leaving it resting in the denim V, while I saunter around back in front of him.
“Anyway, I don’t want to form relationships with people simply because they’re good for my acting career.” My steps falter as his turgid erection comes into view, sticking straight out in front of him, his balls tucked up juicy and tight beneath the stalk of pulsing flesh. “Um…I want to be taken seriously. I want to be known for my acting, not simply for being famous. My manager refuses to understand that. Hence him wanting to show my nipples to the world.”
Penn bares his teeth with a dangerous growl.
“I know, right?” I say, pleased when he allows me to guide him over to the chest positioned at the end of his bed, urging him without words to sit down on top of it. Holy moly, even with him sitting down, I have to tilt my head back slightly to maintain eye contact. “When I get back to LA, I’m auditioning for the lead role in the Muse trilogy. I’d be playing an assassin. A very grown-up role, compared to my last one. That’s why everyone is so frantic to present me as a sex symbol. Not that it excuses their methods.” I wet my lips while searching his expression. “Do you think I’ll ever be taken seriously in Hollywood, Penn? Or am I just going to be that girl from Hey Betty my entire life?”