Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Hunter growls, “If he kisses you—”
I blow out my breath, half amused by this conversation. “We’ve already talked about this. We filmed the kissing scenes before I met you. There’s no more kissing, and this is my last movie.”
Frosty yips, and Hunter sets him down. The two of them have bonded over the past week, and Frosty already adores his new doggy brothers. The five of them will love living together, if I can ever get this scene finished.
I put a hand on Hunter’s arm. “I’m looking forward to moving in with you.”
“Yeah, you are,” he murmurs and grabs me. He pulls me close, kissing me so passionately that it should be obscene for the set of a holiday movie.
When he lifts his head, I’m certain my lips are swollen, and I can barely concentrate. “Forget the movie. Maybe we’ll just leave now.”
“No, you’re my girl. You’ve got this. Go wrap up, then we’re going to start the rest of our lives together.” He presses a kiss to my forehead.
I giggle and go back to the set. The rest of the scene flows, and we manage to get it done in one take. I’m so relieved and giddy that I practically float back to my trailer.
I’ve barely stepped inside before he’s slamming the door and pushing me against it. I love how strong he is, how he can take control of my body anytime he wants. He nips at my earlobe. “Do you know how crazy you make me?”
“No,” I whisper the word as he yanks up the skirt of my costume and tucks the material into the waistband.
“I’m the only one who gets to see this pussy.” He drops to his knees and presses his lips to the seam of my red panties. “You know what it did to me? Watching you act on set today? You made me want to forget about the cast and crew and take you right there.”
I groan his name. I’d never want us to do anything public, but I love the idea that he needs me so much he’d want to take me on the spot.
He tugs my panties to the side, exposing my drenched pussy to his view. I try to close my legs, but he puts a hand between my thighs, holding them open. He touches my folds. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”
He spreads my lips then he’s dragging his tongue across my center. He licks me like he’s savoring this moment, like it’s his personal mission to swallow every drop of my juices.
He sends me higher and higher until I’m writhing against the door and begging him to let me come. He finally sucks my swollen clit into his mouth and that’s when stars explode behind my eyelids. Wave after wave of pleasure engulfs me until I’m slumping against his body.
He carries me to the couch and settles on it with me on his lap. I rest against him, feeling my heart come back down. “That was amazing. Your turn.”
I try to reach for his pants, but he doesn’t let me open them. “If my cock comes out, everyone at the party will know your boyfriend fucked you long and hard.”
My pussy spasms at his words, and I moan. He’s so sweet and kind to me out of the bedroom. But the moment we’re alone, he says filthy things that make me blush all over. I love every minute of it. “Maybe I want that.”
“You’ll have to wait. I can’t have you walking funny and all the men there thinking about how good and tight your pussy must be.”
“Then stop saying filthy things to me!” I cry out, shifting to get comfortable on his lap. I already need him again.
He chuckles and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Now, be a good girl at the party for me.”
The cast party takes a long time. There are a million photos to take with the cast and crew, way more than usual since this is my final movie. Bobby avoids me for most of it, only furtively approaching me when Hunter excuses himself to the bathroom.
“I heard this was your last role,” he says.
I nod. “It’s time for me to try new things.”
“Good for you. You know, the proposal thing…that was…I mean, I’m sure you’d be a great…”He doesn’t finish, probably because he’s too nervous.
I give him a soft smile. “Look, I know the proposal wasn’t your idea.”
He seems to relax a little. “That’s what I tried to tell him.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, well, he’s way too possessive and bossy to ever believe that. But you’ve been a great friend to me, and I hope we can stay in touch.”
He holds out his hand for a fist bump. “I’ve been told this is an acceptable amount of physical contact though I’m limited to one every four years.”