time both brows lifted. “All night? Wow. An early birthday present that just keeps on giving.” She cocked her head to the side. “I’m not sure I believe you though.”
He dumped the box of condoms, ripped one open, sheathed himself and pushed inside her in seconds flat. She gasped then moaned and the sounds spurred him on faster. The need he felt came back at him. Not so much the need to come, but the need to satisfy her. To make this the best experience she’d ever have. To make her remember this time with complete clarity no matter what happened the rest of her life.
A few minutes later, when their skin was slick with sweat and their muscles strained to the limit, Julie came apart in his arms with a cry. She bucked beneath him and dug her fingernails into his back. Troy nearly howled as his own orgasm hit him like a linebacker, hard and rough. For the second time that night, he collapsed on top of Julie, his mind thoughtless, his body, boneless.
Chapter Eleven
He didn’t know how many minutes passed before he lifted his head. The sweet, musky scent of Julie and sex filled him. Once again, her eyes shone bright, her excitement clear. “Oh, no.” He hid a grin, took a deep breath and exhaled. “Sex revs you up. It doesn’t put you to sleep.”
Her smile disappeared as she considered his observation. “Oh my, God. You’re right,” she said, clearly just now realizing the fact. “I never thought about it before.” Her saucy grin said she liked it. “I guess now I know what I need to do when I get tired in the middle of a work day.” She waggled her eyebrows.
The peek into her personality made Troy catch his breath before he laughed. Having this private side of her all to himself sent a strange sense of possession through his chest and gut. She didn’t belong to him, he understood that, but just being here with her, in her bed, seemed like an alternate reality. Yes, he knew better than anyone that she was only human, like anyone else. Her nearly bleeding out in his arms had made that abundantly clear months ago, but laughing and joking with her accomplished the same thing on a very different level.
“I can see it now,” she went on. “Julie,” she said, imitating a male voice. “We need you on set in five. And I’m all, but it’s been such a long day and I’m so tired. Gee, I know. I’ll find my guy and screw his brains out, then I’ll be ready for anything.” She laughed and fell back against the pillows.
My guy? Had she meant him or any man who might be in the picture at the time?
She ran her fingers through his hair. The caress cut straight to his heart and hit a nerve he didn’t know existed. He wanted her touching him like this for more than just tonight.
There were too many reasons why this shouldn’t have happened in the first place. She was Hollywood royalty. He was a private investigator working a case. Guilt for being where he knew he shouldn’t steadily rose and flooded his system.
Too late to go back now.
If he had to suffer the consequences, then he wanted the whole night. It would have to hold him the rest of his life.
* * *
Troy came awake to pressure on his cock. Not in a Bobbitt kind of way, but in a—you forgot to take off the condom, asshole—kind of way. What he didn’t expect was the warm wet cloth that stroked his dick, or the firm grip of the hand that followed. He shifted and spread his legs. Let the soft caresses take him away as she leaned next to him. Moonlight framed her golden hair to perfection. He wanted her between his thighs, to have her take him deep in her mouth, but God, this was so good.
Her grip tightened on his dick as she stroked him and a rough groan escaped his throat. Her hair tickled his thighs, sent currents of electricity to his heavy erection as her lips brushed across his hip. Her tongue teased with light flicks. He had no idea how long he’d been out. Maybe a minute, maybe fifteen, but his dick knew a good thing when it came in his direction and right now it strained for that seeking mouth.
He expected the gentle licks like the last time she did this. What he