Breaking Hollywood (Wardrobe #2)

“What will you do for money?”

“I’ll be fine. I have some savings that I can use until I get another job.”

He rubs his forehead, looking frustrated. “I don’t want you using your savings, Speedy.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not.” He tips his head back, eyes going to the sky, and sighs. “It’s just…I can’t fuck you while you’re my employee. But I don’t know how not to fuck you.” He looks at me, eyes filled with turmoil. “I want you all the fucking time.”

A shiver runs down my spine. “And I want you, too. So, I’ll find another job and move out of your place.”

“No fucking way.” His head snaps back down. “You’re not sleeping in your shitty car just so we can keep screwing.”

“My car is not shitty. And I wasn’t suggesting sleeping in my car. I’ll find another place to live.”

“And how are you going to do that with no job?”

“I don’t know.” I sigh. “But I’ll figure it out. It’s my problem to fix, Gabe.”

The look that flickers over his face tells me he doesn’t agree with that statement. “I’m fucking you, so that makes you mine. And any problem of yours is mine to fix.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. And, while we’re at it, while we’re sleeping together, you’re not fucking anyone else. Got it?”

Ha! Like I’m so interested in sleeping with anyone else.

“Goes both ways,” I tell him.

He laughs dryly. “Yeah, like I want to fuck anyone else. We’re in this position because the only person I want to be inside of is you.”

Holy shivers.

“Well, that’s sorted then.”

“That might be sorted, but your job problem isn’t.”

“Gabe”—I sigh—“it’ll be fine.”

“I want you to work for me again.”

Now, I’m the one frowning. “No.”

“Look, just listen…I want you to work for me. But I won’t pay you a salary. I’ll just pay you an hourly rate. So, you work for me during the day, and we keep our hands off each other during that time, purely platonic. Boss and employee. And then, when you clock off at night…”

“I get off the clock and onto your cock.”

Laughter bursts from him. “That’s one way of putting it. So, what do you think?”

I tap my finger to my lips. “Will that work for you though? Because, even when you’re not paying me, technically, you’ll still be my boss.”

“I can live with that. So long as we’re screwing off the clock.”

I smile. “Okay then. I accept your proposition to have sex off the clock.”

He grins seductively. “And you keep living here.”

“Yes.”

“And sleeping in my bed.”

“Yes, Gabe.” I lean in and press my lips to his, silencing him.

His fingers slide into my hair, his mouth humming a sound of appreciation.

The kiss quickly deepens into something more.

“I want you,” he says against my mouth.

“You already have me.”

And he does. He has all of me.

“You look good in my shirt,” he murmurs. “But I prefer you out of it.”

His hands find the hem of his T-shirt, and he pulls it over my head.

“No bra. I like.” He runs his finger between my cleavage. “New house rule: No bras will be worn in the apartment.”

“That go for working hours?”

His eyes meet mine, a dirty glint in them. “Definitely.”

“You sure? I know how easily you get distracted by my girls.”

“Um, I think you’ll find they’re mine now.” He cups my breasts in his hands and lazily rubs his thumbs over my nipples.

Lust bolts straight to my clit.

“Yours?”

“Yep. I licked them, so they’re mine.”

I laugh loudly. “I don’t think it actually works like that.”

He lifts a brow. “I think you’ll find that it does. And possession is nine-tenths of the law.” He provocatively gives them a squeeze. “So, yep, they’re definitely mine. And I’m going to name them.”

“Okay, Master of My Boobs, what are you going to call them?”

He stares at my breasts and then pushes them together. “Pinky and Perky.”

Another shot of laughter flies from my mouth. “Pinky and Perky? God, you’re odd and a little bit crazy.”

He grins up at me. “Just crazy about my girls.” Then, he presses his face into my boobs and starts to motorboat them.

“Get off!” I squeal, grabbing at his head, trying to pull him off.

But then he captures one of my nipples in his mouth and gives it a hard suck.

“Oh God.” I melt against him. My fingers slide into his hair.

He lavishes attention on both my breasts. His hands grip my ass, and one of his fingers slides under my panties, teasing at my hole.

“I need you to fuck me,” I gasp.

The next thing I know, I’m moving, and Gabe is carrying me over to the railing. I don’t even argue about his leg. I just want him.

He puts me to my feet and turns me around. I take hold of the railing. His hands grab my hips, and he yanks my ass back, so I’m bent over.

“Can anyone see us up here?” I ask him.

“Do you care?”

I stare back at him. His eyes are dark and inviting. I shake my head.

He pulls my panties down. I kick them off and widen my stance, ready for him.

He groans. “You look so fucking sexy, Ava. Like a goddess.” He slaps my ass, making me moan. “My goddess.”

His.

I definitely like the sound of that.

I hear the zipper on his shorts pull down.

Excitement slides through me.

“Are you on birth control?” he asks, his voice raspy with desire.

“Yes.”

“I can go inside and get a condom, or I can fuck you like this. It’s your call. Just know that I’m clean. I always suit up.”

I glance back at him. “Always?”

His stare fixes on mine. His eyes are as dark as the night surrounding us. “Always,” he reaffirms.

“So, why do you want to go bare with me?”

The question seems to surprise him. Or maybe it’s not the question that surprises him, but the fact that he’s just realized that he asked to do something with me that he’s never done before.

“I don’t know,” he says honestly, his voice sounding raw. “All I do know is that I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone in my life. And I want to feel you. All of you.”

His words touch me everywhere.

“Am I getting the condom?”

“No.”

Possession flashes in his eyes. His expression is taut with need.

He grabs hold of my hips with both hands and slams his cock inside me.

I cry out at the wanted invasion.

“Fuck,” he groans, stilling. “You feel incredible.” His hand slides up my spine, and he gathers my hair up and winds it around his hand.

He presses a kiss to my back and then tugs my hair. “Hold on tight ’cause I’m gonna fuck you hard.”

Biting my lip, I stare over my shoulder at him.

He looks beautiful. Stunning.

And he’s all mine.

Every rough, gorgeous, dirty part of him.

“I like hard. So, give me everything you’ve got.”

His nostrils flare. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

His fingers on my hip bite into my skin. He tightens his hold on my hair, and then he starts to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.

Hard and raw and maddening.

And I never want it to end.

Any of it.

Gabe

Life is good. Actually, it’s fucking great.

Things with Speedy are going really well. For the past three weeks, we’ve stuck to our rule. We keep our hands to ourselves during the day, and at night, we fuck like rabbits on Viagra.

I’m surprised I’ve managed not to fuck her in the daylight hours because she’s so damn sexy. But the wait until she’s off the clock is like the best kind of foreplay.