“It’s so intricate.”
He smiled at her and then lifted his head to kiss her again. He needed to kiss her every few seconds. Drawn like a magnet.
She leaned closer and gave him what he wanted, cupping his face and kissing him passionately. “You let me control the second time.” Her cheeks were flushed. “I was starting to think you’d never let me touch you.” She ran her fingers up and down his chest as she spoke, distracting him.
“Baby, you can touch me whenever you want. The only reason I held your hands that first time was so I wouldn’t come prematurely from your touch. Plus…” he lifted his head and kissed her again, “you liked it.”
She flushed deeper. “I did.” She bit her lip. “You know, this morning, when I was pacing around my apartment thinking about how you probably weren’t coming back, ever, I wondered if I had turned you off when I was so forward on Saturday.”
He frowned, not sure what she was talking about.
“When I was saying that I didn’t want to have lunch. I just wanted to have sex and stuff like that. I thought maybe that had turned you off.”
He threaded his fingers in her hair and held her head. “Jodi, not even close. I love when you suggest things that seem risqué to you, causing you to blush and fidget. It’s adorable. Never stop. And I will never complain if you tell me you want to have sex instead of lunch. Never. Not once.”
“Good, then you won’t mind that I don’t want to go out to dinner either. I’m starving though. We might need to order pizza in a while. After we have sex again.”
He nodded. “Love that idea.”
She held his gaze a few seconds longer and then pulled back. “I’m going to use the bathroom. Be right back.”
He watched her as she slid off the bed and padded away from him, his cock stiffening again at the vision of her fantastic ass. When she returned, she grabbed his T-shirt off the floor and pulled it over her head.
“Now, why’d you do that?”
She giggled. “It’ll be more fun if you unwrap me again, won’t it?”
“Maybe.”
She glanced around. “So, this is where we live now?”
He pulled himself to sitting, leaned against the headboard, and drew the sheet over his once-again stiff erection. “You like it? The beige is so attractive. We could maybe add a few colorful pillows and really liven it up.”
She eyed his suitcase and various piles of belongings. He’d dropped everything in random spots when he arrived in the middle of the night. “Do you have stuff somewhere?”
“Yeah. I have a storage unit. When I sold my mom’s house, I got rid of most of the furniture, but mementos and childhood things are all in a unit nearby.”
She wandered over to the bedside table and tapped the folder on top, shivering visibly. “For the rest of my life I’m going to wince every time I see a manila folder like this.”
He chuckled. “Why’s that?”
“Because all I can think about is you carrying around those ridiculous scripts all the time.”
He reached over and snagged this last folder. “This one’s even worse. You want to see?” He opened it and handed her the papers.
She stared at the top one for a long time before lifting her gaze. “They asked you to star on the next season?”
“Asked is a mild word. Joanne, the executive producer, practically got on her knees begging me. For some reason, it was really important to her. I dropped this folder in the trash can. She pulled it back out and forced me to take it.”
Jodi smirked. “Have you seen how many followers you have?”
“Nope. But she mentioned that.”
Jodi leaned a hip against the bed as she kept reading. “Jesus, Tuck. That’s a lot of money.”
“I never even saw the final offer. She kept upping it throughout the night every time I told her fuck to the hell no.”
Jodi flashed him the paper.
His eyes widened. “Wow. That is a lot.”
“You thinking about it?”
“Fuck no.” He grabbed the pages from her and flung them over her head so they fell all around on the floor. Then he picked her up by the waist and settled her over his lap, straddling him again. He eased his hands up her body under his shirt. “I’m never doing that again. It’s not worth all the money in the world.”
She smiled. “You’re sure? I mean I don’t want to hold you back from your burgeoning career.”
He rolled his eyes. “That is not a career. That’s more like a hurricane. I’ve never seen more shallow people in my life.”
“Still. I want to make sure you didn’t turn it down because of me. I lived through it once. I can do it again if it’s what you want.”
He cupped her breasts and molded his hands to them until she arched and moaned. Now was a good time to drop the second part. “They offered to take you too.”
She jerked her attention back to him. “What?” Her face was red.
“Yep. When I told Joanne I had a woman I was going after, she added you to the offer. Said we could do it together.”
“Be the bride and groom on the show?” Jodi looked like she was going to vomit.
“Uh huh. What do you think?” He pinched her nipples as he asked.
“Over my dead body,” she whispered as she moaned again.
Tuck chuckled. “That’s what I told Joanne. Are we done with this discussion? Because I’d much rather flip you onto your back and kiss my way up to your sweet pussy than talk about that stupid reality show.”
Jodi nodded.
“Thank God.” He did just as he’d suggested, grabbing her by the waist and flattening her onto her back as she giggled. Seconds later, he was between her legs, holding them open, her hands in his hair.
The guttural, sexy sound she made when he sucked her pussy
