First Comes Love - Ashlee Price Page 0,37
me down!” she demands, still laughing.
I pause. “Say it like you mean it and I’ll be happy to.”
“Fine.” She bites back a smile. “Put me…” Her voice lowers. “In your room.”
My cock twinges. Fuck yes I will.
I grin. “That’s not the only place I’ll be putting you.”
Seconds later, it seems, it’s me and her in my room, twining in my bed. The dance continues.
“I can’t believe how good this is,” I kiss into her lips.
“I can’t believe how good we are,” she kisses back into mine.
And then we lose ourselves in the sheets and the warmth of each other’s bodies. Before I kiss off her dress like I’m burning to, I get one final good look at her in it.
“I knew this dress was you. I knew you’d look fucking gorgeous in it.”
She smirks. “Maybe I should keep it on?”
I grab a strap and pull it down, smirking myself. “Not a chance.”
Below she’s got on a lacy bra that shows off the pink buds of her nipples. My grin widens as I survey her. It really is insane how hot she is. “You brought this for a camping trip?”
Her grin is downright devilish. “What? You never know when you might have to seduce a gorilla to get out of trouble.”
I pull down the other strap and bury my face in her cleavage, inhale deeply, then grin up at her, probably like an idiot. “Has it worked? Have you seduced this gorilla?”
She bites her lip, her hands rippling down my body. “Guess we’ll just have to see.”
As they grasp my boner, she exhales hard. “Wow. Yeah, guess I did.”
My gaze is still on her breasts, bouncing their perfect handfuls in my hands. “What happens now?”
As I peel off her bra and rub my lips over her nipples, she moans. “I… don’t know.”
I lightly bite down on her nipple. “You don’t know?”
“I…”
My hand sweeps down and presses into her panties. They’re deliciously wet. “You sure?”
“I… uh, Greyson, please.”
My finger dips under and inside, thrumming in her wet warmth. “Let me enjoy you first.”
All she can do now is moan, her grip tightened on my painfully hard cock. She’s wet as fuck, and I dive in to taste it myself.
She gasps, and, seconds later, comes.
And we’re only getting started.
**
I wake up cold. It’s still dark out, night, but she’s gone. I sit up quickly, but I needn’t have worried. She’s out there in the pool, the clear waters showing off her beautiful naked body.
“Hey,” I say, going to join her.
“Hey.” She smiles, reaching to pop a chocolate in my mouth. “Didn’t want to wake you.”
I chuckle as I enjoy the taste. “Earlier today I got so bored I ended up napping for a good part of it. Believe me, the last thing I need more of is sleep.”
Her face falls as I pad into the pool. The water is cool, yet perfect.
“I’m sorry about before, really,” I say. “I just don’t want…”
“What?” Her voice is hard. “To see me after this? To have this continue any longer than it has to?”
“No, I—” My hands find hers. “You don’t get it. I’ve never done this kind of thing before. I always swore I’d never…”
“Get involved with an employee?”
“Yeah. But you came along and—” I exhale. “No. I’m not going to pin this on you. I’m supposed to the producer. I’m supposed to know better.”
She’s looking out at the darkened horizon, face unreadable. “Can’t we just enjoy this while it lasts? And if after, if reality back home isn’t… the same, then accept it then?”
She adds a rueful afterthought: “I’m not going to go blabbing to the media either, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I never thought that. The others, though… And right now, the company is vulnerable. I’m not my father.”
She offers me a tentative smile it takes effort not to kiss. “Maybe that’s a good thing? At least if some of the rumors I’ve heard are true.”
“You have no idea.” My hands slip around her waist, press her naked soft form to me. It feels so… good.
She doesn’t say anything, and though normally I’d leave it there, more words slip out.
“He cheated on my mom. More times than I can count. He was friends with sketchy men I wouldn’t even say hi to on the street. And that’s only the things that have come out about him. God knows what else there is.”
“I’m sorry.”
She looks like she means it, so intently that this time I can’t help it: I do kiss her. It’s