Touching the Billionaire - Holly Jaymes Page 0,36

“I don’t think so, but it was hard to tell because I was in an orgasmic haze.”

She smiled and like always, it was stunning. “That’s what I’m in right now. An orgasmic haze.”

I couldn’t help but grin. I was sure I looked cocky but how could anyone blame me? The gorgeous Madeline Fox admitted that I put her in an orgasmic haze. It was hard not to feel cocky about that.

“I’m not sure if you’ll believe me or not, but I didn’t set this all up. And yet I’m glad it happened.”

She crossed her forearms over my chest, resting her chin on them. “I believe you. I could tell you were fighting off your baser urges. I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t glad that you gave in to them.”

“And what about you? I know you have some concerns about this as well.”

She nodded, her expression turning a little more serious. “I’d prefer that this didn’t get out. I know how the tabloids and fans can be. They’ll see this as me sleeping my way to the top.”

“You can’t really live your life worrying about the tabloids and fans, but I know it’s easier said than done. For the last six months to a year, I’ve been fighting the reputation I’ve been given. I know if this got out, all that effort would be lost.”

“So, we’re in agreement that this stays between us?”

I nodded, even though I didn’t like how it made this feel sordid. But the truth was, as much as I enjoyed Madeline’s company and I really liked fucking her, that didn’t mean what was going on here was something that would last. In fact, I suspected it was one of those wildfire flings that flamed hot and intense until it burned out. So, it was better that it stayed just between us. If nobody knew, there’d be no talk about it or speculation when it ended.

“In the meantime, since you’re here…” I rolled us both over so that I was over her. “We might as well make the best of the fact that we’re both naked.”

She looped her arms around my neck. “We might as well.”

By the time she left that night and I’d given her a real-life example of what it was like to fuck against the door, I knew that I hadn’t gotten enough of her. While we didn’t discuss how this would work or what the future might hold, when I suggested that perhaps we could meet again for, quote-unquote, rehearsal, her eyes flashed in that flirty, sexy way they did, and I knew that I would have her again.

By the time it came to film the sex scene the following week, she’d been to my place several times for “rehearsals”. And as I had predicted, when we filmed the sex scene, my dick responded. She’d helped me hide the fact that my modesty sock wasn’t working, but it was getting harder and harder to act with an erect cock. We weren’t finished by lunch, but my balls were blue, and so when we broke, I snuck over to her trailer. I knocked on her door and entered when she said “come in”. I walked in, shutting the door behind me and locking it. She was alone and still in her robe. I took my robe off, shucked my modesty sock over my shoulder and strolled to her with my cocky grin.

She arched a brow as she looked at me in amusement.

“Look what you did to me.” I said, motioning down to my hard, erect dick.

“Oh dear. Let me take care of that for you,” she said as she dropped to her knees in front of me.

She had to help me at the end of the day when we’d finally finished filming the entire sequence. This time though, I came prepared with a condom, and she fucked me on her couch.

Although we didn’t have very many sensual scenes left to film, we still rehearsed quite a bit over the next few weeks. On set and out in the world, we did our best to act normal and hide our sexual escapades. When I had the desire to touch her or hold her hand, I resisted. Because we lived in the same building, on occasion we would ride home from set together. But not too often, as we did our best to stay apart while in public. We only came together in the privacy of my penthouse.

For the most part, it felt like