Hollywood Prince (Hollywood Royalty #3) - Natasha Madison Page 0,74
last scene for the day?”
“Yeah,” I say, and we get our things and get into the car. I don’t have to ask her if she is coming over. She usually does, and then we swing by her place in the morning for her clothes. She doesn’t listen when I tell her to bring a bag, but soon, I’m just going to throw shit in a bag for her, and she can wear what I pack.
“I should sleep at home tonight,” she says, and I just shake my head. “Carter, Ryan has the glam team coming to my house at one.”
“Okay, I’ll drop you off at noon then,” I tell her. “Problem solved.”
“I haven’t slept in my bed in over three weeks,” she moans. “Three weeks.”
“I am in the mood for Chinese, what about you?” I ask her, ignoring her comment. Hell, if it was up to me, she would be moved in.
“You can’t ignore the topic every time it comes up,” she points out, and I finally pull into the driveway. She gets out of the car, grabbing her purse. “You are very annoying when you get all barbaric.”
“I sleep better when you’re here,” I tell her honestly. “And me sleeping better is showing on the screen.”
“So I’m doing this for the good of the movie,” she says, laughing as she walks to the front door and unlocks it. “You will stop at nothing.”
I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her to me. “Not when it comes to you and being in my bed.” I kiss her neck and press my cock into her ass. “Are we eating before or after?”
“After,” she says, moaning when my hands slide up and cup her tits. “Definitely after.” She turns her head to the side, and I take her mouth, dragging her to the wall that is just to the side of the stairs. My hands go to her hips, and I try to pull up yet another tight skirt she wore today.
“Tomorrow, we are throwing out all the tight shit,” I say between kissing her and ripping off her shirt. Her hands all over my body, frantically pulling the shirt over my head and going for my belt as my hand goes to my back pocket to get my condom. I slip the condom on while she shimmies the dress up over her hips. She moves her panties to the side, kicking up a leg over my hip and I thrust into her. I pick up her other leg while I pound into her. I’ve never not had this willpower before when she is in the room. It’s all out the door, and the only thing I can think about is being with her, being next to her, being a part of her. When she rolls her hips and moans out my name, it’s everything to me. We finish against the wall, and I slowly carry her upstairs, order some Chinese food, and then take her again in the shower.
“Just make sure everything is set up once I get home,” I tell the man on the phone. I get out of the car and walk up the stairs to Erin’s apartment. I dropped her off five hours ago, and I was going to stay, but she told me to go away and let her get ready without me. I went home and worked out and basically moped around my house until it was time to get ready. Now I’m wearing my black on black tux, and I’m already dying to get out of it. I knock on the door and wait for her, hearing her shoes click on the floor. She opens the door smiling, but I don’t have time to look at her because she turns to walk away from the door.
“I just have to pack my purse,” she says, and I see that the back is tied around the neck, but it’s all open back. It’s also tight with long sleeves, and it looks silver with some glints of black. When she finally comes back, I see the front, and I have to stop and just stare at her. The dress starts at her neck and comes down tight, cutting in on the sides all the way down to the floor. It’s all silver, and her makeup is darker than she’s ever worn it. The details of the dress look like flowers. You hear the slink when she walks. “You look nice,” she says and leans up to kiss