The Fame Game

My hand travels up her thigh, feeling her soft skin as she spreads her legs wider. With no barriers between us, I slip my finger inside her wetness. She tilts her head back and moans, her lips parted with need.

“Nico,” she groans. “Yes… keep doing that.”

As I kiss along her neck, I withdraw my finger and add another, plunging them deep inside her.

“More,” she demands.

Adding a finger, I fuck her slick pussy. She presses her palm to the wall, holding herself in place as I slam into her. Screaming my name, she clamps down on my fingers, her body trembling as she hits the peak of her climax.

After she comes down from her high, I spin her around and grip her hips. She leans forward to wiggle free from me and fails miserably with the vise grip I have on her. She tilts her head to the side, granting me access to her smooth skin, kissing along her jaw and neck.

She yanks the dress over her head. I unhook her bra and slide the straps down her arms. Fumbling with the button of my slacks, I pop it open, pull down the zipper, and push my pants and boxers to the floor. I remove my clothes in record time.

Willow slides her hand beneath my shirt, navigating every ridge of my muscles. She points at the kitchen island. I thread my fingers through her hair, kissing her hard as I push her into the counter.

Breaking away from her lips, I lift my pants from the floor to grab a condom from my wallet. By the time I’ve rolled it down my length, Willow is already on the counter, her thighs spread so I can slip between them. Palming her breast in my hand, I massage the tiny bud as I bend down to kiss her neck.

She reaches between us, rubbing the tip of my cock along her slick folds. I take over, wrapping my hand around my cock as I inch inside her. Her eyes widen, and she digs her teeth into her bottom lip. I push through her inner walls, and with each thrust, she moans louder.

Once her body stops trembling, I grip her hips and slam into her. She hooks her arms around my neck with her legs around my back.

“Nico,” she whispers when our eyes meet.

I can see the apprehension on her face, but she dismisses the thought each time I rock my hips to meet hers. She wants this as much as I do, even though we both know our relationship complicates everything. She’s not like other people in this business, and she gets me on a different level. I can talk to her and feel as if I can tell her anything. The world falls away when I’m with her, swept up in the emotions swirling through me.

Willow unravels beneath me, her orgasm washing over her in waves. I press my lips to hers, parting them with my tongue as she moans in my mouth. It doesn’t take much to lose all control, and seconds later, I come inside her. Sweaty and still coming down from my high, I collapse on top of her, kissing Willow one more time before I slide out of her.

“That was unexpected,” I confess.

She nods, her chest rising and falling with each breath. “You can say that.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Willow

Sitting behind my desk, I scroll through emails as my phone rings with a local number. I hit the intercom button and a man’s voice booms through the speaker.

“Willow, this is Doug Cavanaugh from Firehouse Films.”

My heart slams into my chest, forcing me to choke out a simple hello.

“I wanted to talk to you about Nico Chase. I’ve heard good things about Nico from Dean Patterson. I’d like to work with Nico on Savages.”

“I read the script a few months ago,” I admit. “It was one of the best I’ve read in years.”

“Has Nico read it?”

“I’m not sure,” I lie. “But I can get him a copy. Which role are you looking at for Nico?”

“Erik, the leader of the Vikings.”

My mouth falls open in shock. “I can see Nico playing Erik. I loved his character. He has so much depth that Nico can bring to the role.”

“I agree. We film in three weeks. But we need all the actors on location ahead of time.”

“We could make that work.”

“We film in New Zealand… for three months.”

My heart sinks into my stomach, and a beat passes between us.

“Is that a problem?”

For me, yes. Now that I’m slowly falling for Nico, I don’t want him to leave. But who am I kidding? I knew from the start of this relationship that Nico would eventually move on to something shiny and new.

“No, not at all,” I choke out. “But, I need to speak to Nico.”

“I need an answer. You have until tomorrow morning.”