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I glance over to see it’s his phone.

“What?!” Shocked, I look up to see a smirk on Paul’s face and feel my cheeks heat. I didn’t think to ask how he had texted me back, and I’d propositioned him with sexual favors.

Reading my shock, Lucas looks down at the phone and swipes it to read our conversation before a laugh bursts out of him.

“Thanks for keeping it PG,” Lucas says, nudging his shoulder.

“No problem,” Paul mutters low, unable to hide his smile.

“I hate you both,” I declare, sliding into the limo, my face on fire.

Lucas slides in next to me, and I immediately start slapping at his chest. “You dick!”

His laughter rumbles throughout the limo as he tries to dodge my playful fists.

“Sorry, I had to make sure you didn’t catch on. I didn’t expect sexual propositions.”

“You prepped him well enough to call me beauty?”

“It worked,” he says, pulling me against his chest.

“You thought of everything,” I say, thoroughly impressed.

“Always have a plan,” he says, lifting his finger to his temple.

“Well, don’t expect your cock and my tongue tonight.”

His chest bounces against my back. “Not my fault you’re a pervert.”

“Yeah, well you’re a little old for me.”

“Not anymore.”

“That’s right.” I pat my face in wonder. “I forgot I look like I eat prunes for breakfast.” It hits me then just how hard it might be for him to feel like himself in a different skin, portraying someone else.

“I think I understand how complex your job is now.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah, I think I get it. I mean you transform with or without makeup, but I can’t seem to be anyone but me right now, if that makes sense.”

His arms tighten around me. “It does.”

“This is…” I laugh nervously, “this is fantastic, whatever you have planned, I think you should know I’m having an awesome time already.”

He turns me to face him, the warmth in his eyes stunning me silent before he cups my face and his lips descend, his thick brows tickling my forehead.

It’s a strange sensation, and I have to fight a smile when his lips prompt me for more. We try to dive to connect but break apart when a laugh bursts out of me and I’m met with his old man frown.

“Sorry, that was a little weird.”

“Yeah, this is definitely only for tonight,” he says, slightly aggravated.

“But oh, what a night it is already,” I say with a smile. He turns my hand over in his lap running his fingers from my palm to my wrist. His tender touch prompts my question. “

You still think you can get the girl, Hollywood?”

“I’ll never stop trying,” he replies before we manage another kiss, one that goes far deeper.