Hollywood Prince (Hollywood Royalty #3) - Natasha Madison Page 0,62
to this?” I slowly move my thumb over her clit, and she moans louder. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I tell her, rolling her to her back and then making her come with my fingers and then my mouth.
Chapter Twenty
Erin
“Are you done packing?” Carter asks me from the doorway, and I just shake my head.
“All that is yours?” I point at two piles of clothes on the edge of the bed. After the night I came home to the house full of candles and roses, he’s been sleeping in my room. He didn’t even try to sleep in his. It was now our room, and his stuff was mixed with mine. The top of my vanity had his razor and deodorant, and it was natural. We spent the days shooting, and then we spent the nights just with each other. If it was him cooking or me cooking, we did it together. I was well acquainted with his body at this point. I could tell you about the little birthmark he had on his chest. My mouth was very familiar with his whole body, and my body craved his touch more and more.
“We leave right after the shooting, so I have to put the bags in the car before we go,” he tells me, and I don’t know why I’m suddenly sad to go. I mean, I know why. Tonight when I go to bed it won’t be in his arms, but instead, I’ll be in my bed by myself. “We have that fundraiser tomorrow night,” he reminds me, and I nod my head. I am not sure I can say anything without my voice shaking. “Did you get a dress for the Grammys?”
“I did,” I tell him of the silver dress waiting for me at home along with the dress I’m wearing tomorrow night. I close the suitcase and zip it closed, and he grabs his clothes and brings them in his room to throw them in his own. I wheel my suitcase to the hallway. “I’m ready,” I tell him, and he comes out, and I just sigh.
“Are those the jeans I bought?” he asks me of the jeans I’m wearing. It seems that me in skirts that were tight and constricted my legs being open were not okay. So I came home to a box full of jeans. I mean, about thirty pair of jeans. I do a turn in them, showing him that the jeans are so tight you see my full ass. “Are you wearing a sweater with those?” he asks, and I just shake my head. “Okay, so I need to order you sweaters.” I grab his phone from him. “You can’t walk around like that.”
“What is wrong with these?” I ask him, and he puts his head back and groans.
“Baby, you see everything,” he says, and I just shrug.
“I could have worn my skirt, but you didn’t want me to,” I tell him and walk in front of him. I take a last look around and then walk out with him following. I close the door behind him, and he makes his way to the truck and puts our things in the back.
“One scene today, right?” I ask him, getting in, and he just answers with a nod.
When we walk into the stage, everyone is in a bright mood, knowing that they will be bringing the set back home to L.A.. “Finally done with this town,” Mandy says while she puts on his makeup. “It’s barbaric here. No Uber, no cabs.” She shakes her head. “I need pollution in my life.”
“I love it here,” Carter says. When Mandy stops working on his face, he opens one eye. “What?”
“No hustle and bustle,” she says. “No clubs or bars.” She continues, then leans in and whispers, “No pussy.” He shakes his head. “I have to say you cost me a hundred bucks.”
“Why’s that?” he asks, and I look up from my phone to listen.
“You’ve been here for two weeks, and you haven’t had sex with one person,” she says. “Not one.” And my stomach drops, just thinking about it.
“I’m a changed man,” he says. “Reformed.”
Mandy throws her head back and laughs. “A leopard doesn’t change his spots,” she says and continues to work on him.
“Maybe I’m done with the meaningless sex,” he tells her. “Maybe I’m done with the bullshit of people only wanting to be with me because of who I am.” Mandy looks at me, and I just shrug at her. “People