I gesture at her, feeling like this is finally going somewhere. “Go on.”
“It must be so awful!” she says quickly.
I arch an eyebrow. “What is?”
She gestures at me. “You know, being known for . . .” I think it’s cute that she can’t come right out and say it.
“For the size of my dick?” I ask. I have to hold back a grin. She can barely keep her mind off it, even as she’s trying to be a good girl.
She nods, her face as red as her dress. “Sorry for bringing it up again. I just couldn’t . . .”
Help yourself.
It’s hard to hide my grin as I shake my head. It’s refreshing that she’s worried about how I feel rather than assume it’s all fun and games being Anaconda Adams. It lets me know she’s empathetic, which has always been an absent trait in the girls I’ve met.
I finish my bite, then set my fork down, my voice sounding surprisingly harsher than I’d like. “It’s annoying as fuck. No one cares about my talent. Just about my looks and who I’m fucking and which side my dick is hanging in my pants. I’ve gotten used to it by now, but I still would like to be taken seriously and treated like a man, not some hypersexual manwhore that the media makes me out to be. They tend to exaggerate.”
Her blush fades as she studies me, and there’s a hint of a sadness in her eyes. “Sympathy must be difficult,” she surmises softly. “Everyone must think you’ve got it all.”
I nod. She’s hit the nail right on the fucking head. “It was at first, but now I’ve adjusted. I have my own reasons for doing this film, but Miranda thinks doing a movie will get people’s mind off it. I’m not so sure.”
“So how long have you known Miranda?” Brianna asks. “You seem close.”
I shrug. “Few years. She’s been a help, but don’t doubt it—she’s in it for the money.”
Silence falls over the table and Brianna becomes pensive. I let her get lost in thought, my eyes never leaving her pretty face. I could learn to like this, having dinner and spending the rest of the time here with Brianna.
She looks at me out of her reverie, her eyes inquisitive. “Can I ask you something?”
“Shoot.”
“Is this all a game to you?” Brianna asks.
Her question makes me pause. I would be lying if I said there isn’t a part of me that wants to take her just because I’ve had to work for it, to prove my dominance over her. But then there’s the other little voice that’s been bugging me, saying that she’s different. And I want to find out more.
Finally, I sit back in my seat and reply, “I’m not gonna lie. I’m a bastard with a huge ego who doesn’t like being denied anything.” I pause, shaking my head. “But there’s something about you.”
She’s almost breathless, her skin paling as she gazes at me, hanging onto my every word. “Like what?”
“I can’t explain it . . . but I can tell you that you make me feel like I’m more than just a big dick and a bank account.”
Brianna bites her lip again and fingers her butter knife. Her nail seems to run up and down the length of it, and when she speaks again, her voice is so soft that I barely hear it. “I have to admit.” She flushes deeply. “I’ve spent the past few nights wondering what something like that would feel like.”
At her words, my cock grows so hard I nearly wince. Seeing her sitting there, so vulnerable, her defenses lowering, turns me on more than I thought possible. I clench my fists at my sides as my cock stretches the material of my dress pants to the limit.
“It’s been said that it’s the best damn thing in the world,” I reply.
Her breathing is ragged, and I’m surprised she’s actually able to come back at me. “Is that by the same media that you say exaggerates?”
I grin. She’s saucy when she wants to be. “Maybe. Only one way to find out. But some girls . . . just can’t handle it.”
She bites her lip again, her face scrunching in thought, her chest heaving. “I think I’m ready,” she breathes suddenly.
“For what?” I ask. Though I know where this is going, I still want to hear it from those sweet lips of hers. It’ll make it all the better.
She folds her hands in front of her on the table and looks me in the eye with more confidence than I thought she was capable of.
I nearly groan at her direct, challenging gaze, turned on by the hunger she’s now displaying.
But her next words send me over the edge.
“For you to fuck me.”Brianna
What the hell did I just do?
As soon as the words escape my lips, I suck in a sharp breath, my mind racing with panic, my heart pounding like a jackhammer. I didn't mean to say that. It was like my lips moved of their own volition and I had absolutely no control.
I’m frozen in my seat, unable to move. Where the hell did that confidence come from? It’s like I channeled my inner Mindy. Gavin has melted me into a puddle on the floor every time I’ve been in his presence. I’ve sealed my fate with my words. And now it’s time for reckoning.
He’s out of his chair and over to my side in an instant, pulling me in for a kiss. His lips smash against mine, demanding and unrelenting. I moan into his mouth as he pulls me up out of my seat, wrapping me in a fierce embrace. My knees go weak as I melt into his arms, his tongue searching around in my mouth.
Below, his cock presses against my stomach, throbbing and pulsating as his hands
