“Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted from above me, his fingers moving against my clit. I searched for breath, unsure if I could take any more. “Yeah, come again, baby, show me what my cock does to you.”
He pushed harder and faster, tearing another climax from me as he demanded, “Look at me.”
I opened my eyes, watching as his own orgasm crashed across his face.
There was nothing but grunts and sighs from us both as we found our breaths and blood began to flow normally around our bodies again.
“Fuck, that was sensational,” he said, looking at me as if incredulous. His palms were flat on either side of my head and he dipped to kiss me. We were still joined.
“If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m going to wanna fuck you again.”
“Good. I want you to have me again.” There was nothing else I would wish for until the end of time other than to be fucked by this man. Again. And again. And again.
A small, confident grin curled his lips. “Yeah, well, let’s try to make it to the bedroom for the next round, okay?”
Lana
“It’s almost six,” I said as Matt dragged me toward him as we lay on our sides, my back to his front.
I’d never had so much sex in one night. Never been fucked so hard. So expertly.
“It’s Saturday. You can sleep all day. Right now, I need to fuck you again.”
I squeezed my thighs together. How could I want him again? We hadn’t slept for a second. At one point, we’d paused for a glass of water, and there had been a few bathroom breaks, one of which ended up with a blistering orgasm in the shower as he went down on me.
He pulled me closer and snaked his fingers between my thighs.
“God, you’re always so wet and ready to go,” he said.
I laughed as his erection grazed my cheeks. He was one to talk.
A crash sounded in the kitchen. I grabbed his wrist to still his hand then froze. “What was that?” I asked.
He dropped a kiss on my neck. “Nothing. Shhh.”
“Matt?” a man called from outside the bedroom.
“What the fuck?” Matt hissed.
The bedroom door flew open and before I had time to think about what was happening, I grabbed a sheet and tried to cover myself.
“What the hell?” A stocky, middle-aged man filled the doorway. His eyes flickered to mine and he shook his head as he turned his attention to Matt. “Jesus, you told me you were keeping it in your pants. I hope she’s signed an NDA.”
“Get out,” Matt bellowed as I moved away from him, not knowing what to do next.
I wanted to disappear, somehow transport myself back to my cottage.
Who the fuck was this guy?
The stranger in the door seemed to feel quite comfortable as he stood, asking Matt questions despite our compromising situation.
“I mean it, if the press catches you cheating on Audrey then the last eighteen months’ work is down the drain.”
What? The room turned red and began to spin.
Matt had been cheating?
“Get the fuck out!” Matt shouted as I pulled the sheet from the bed, resisting Matt’s attempts to keep me in there. Wrapping the bedding around me, I ran for the front door. I wasn’t sure if I pushed past the stranger or whether he moved, I just concentrated on getting out of there.
The rough wood of the deck was warmer than I expected against my bare feet as I leapt down the stairs then bolted across the lawn to my house.
I burst inside, locked the door behind me and pulled down my blinds.
What the hell had just happened?
I’d spent the night having the most incredible sex only to be interrupted by a stranger who’d told me Matt was cheating.
This was why I’d not been with anyone since New York.
This was why I avoided turmoil.
Maybe the reason he’d wanted to tell me he was an actor before we kissed again last night was because he knew there would be fallout. Had he expected me to know he was with someone? As if putting me on notice made that okay.
I should have known. Things like last night didn’t happen without consequences. There was always a catch whenever things got too good.
I jumped at the sound of fists banging on my back door. I realized I was standing in the middle of my living room, wrapped in a sheet, the scent of Matt and our night together fresh on my skin.
“Lana,” he called through the door, but I didn’t want to hear from him. I needed to wash him off.
I stumbled into my bathroom and turned the shower on, stepping in while the water was still cold. I didn’t feel it.
It made sense Matt wouldn’t think twice about taking me to bed despite being involved with someone. He was on location, which to him apparently meant Vegas rules applied to his . . . wife? Girlfriend? Maybe he had both. I didn’t care.
I shuddered. It was all so sleazy and that was something I’d left New York to avoid. Worthington was pure and simple and the opposite of everything I’d run away from. Surely I didn’t deserve to feel dirty, betrayed, exposed. Again.
After scrubbing myself with every potion and soap I could find, I stepped out of the shower, pulled on a robe and wrapped my hair in a towel. The banging at the door had stopped, but I closed the rest of the blinds in the house before finding my laptop. I sat cross-legged on my bed, brought up Google and entered “Matt Easton Actor.” As I waited for the results, a picture of a movie poster flashed across my memory. A comedy. A girl in a red dress. Matt’s sexy smile.
As if reading my mind, Google found that exact image.
Shit. He was that guy.
Hadn’t Ruby screenshotted a cover of him on Vanity Fair? I found my phone on my nightstand and scrolled through the images.
Yes. It was from about four weeks ago with a message. “Am I too old to hang posters of this hottie on my bedroom wall?”
I’d sent back a laughing emoji.
Was this really the man I’d spent the night with? The guy who kissed like it was his job? The person who’d made me come five, six or seven times?
I scrolled down the screen, then clicked on an article from Hollywood Reporter about an Anthony Scott film. I scanned it, then went back to the search results and read headlines that started with words like Playboy, Scandal, Heartbreaker.
Finally, something with “girlfriend” in the description beneath the link caught my eye. Matt Easton Finds Love, the headline stated. A picture of him and a girl I recognized from a movie Ruby had made me watch the last time she’d visited.
Audrey Tanner. I was sure that the man in Matt’s bedroom this morning, the same one who had seen me naked, had mentioned Audrey when he’d burst in on us.
Nausea rose from my stomach.
Not only had I slept with someone who attracted attention wherever he went, but he was in a relationship, too.
I pulled the towel from my head and flopped back onto my bed.
The one time I’d been reckless. The one time I’d taken a risk, and this was how the universe paid me back.
My phone buzzed and for a split second I wondered if it was Matt. Silly, I realized. He didn’t have my number.
I checked the caller ID. Ruby. My stomach churned.