For Us (The Girl I Loved Duet 2)

“I want to do more than kiss you,” I say.

His chuckle is dark, and his gaze travels down me again. “Today, after that kiss, I had to go to my trailer. I was so hard that I had to get myself off, otherwise I would have gone back inside and kissed you again.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“I very much liked that lipstick you were wearing today. I like the lipstick you’re wearing now, too.”

“What were you imagining that involved my lipstick?”

He leans in again, another whisper in my ear. “How amazing it would look if your lipstick were smudged all over my hard cock. Your lips be wrapped around it.”

I can feel my pulse pounding in my ears and between my legs as he leans back, casually swirling his drink before taking a sip. God, I want that. I haven’t been able to explore him again. Not the way I want to. I want to feel every part of him until I have him memorized just as well as I did ten years ago. That includes having his cock between my lips, in my mouth, down my throat. I’m blushing again, and Peter is grinning because he saw the way I just squirmed in my seat.

“PETER HOLLEMAN!” Clay Markham calls from across the room. He’s moving across the dance floor, and I can see from here that he’s monumentally drunk. Peter slips his hand away from mine with a quick smile. So it begins.

“Mr. Markham,” Peter says as Clay reaches the table and slides in next to me, tossing an arm around my shoulder. “You know, when I cast you I knew you were good. But Amber here told me that you delivered, and she was right. You’re a very talented young man. Gonna go places!”

Peter chuckles, raising his glass to Clay. “Thank you very much.”

“This one too,” he says, pulling me close enough that I can smell the tequila on his breath. “She’s gonna go places too, as long as she’s careful! This is going to do big things for her. Sexy too.”

I laugh off his remarks and pull away. Clay is always flirty and overly touchy and complimentary when he’s drunk. Tonight is the first night that’s felt a bit weird. Under the table, Peter’s hand lands on my thigh, both a reassuring gesture and one that makes me realize how close his fingers are to my pussy. “Amber is very talented,” he says, “and it has nothing to do with her being sexy. Though she is.”

“Oh, of course!” Clay says loudly. “But yes, she is. One can be sexy and talented at the same time. Just like me. Just like you, Peter Holleman.” Everybody laughs. “Someday,” Clay continues, “I’ll get to direct you, Peter Holleman. It will be great. We’ll be great.”

Peter nods. “It will be an honor.”

“You bet your sweet, tight ass it will.”

And then he’s lurching back onto the dance floor, accepted by a bunch of smiling people, and he dances with all of them.

“Working with him must have been an adventure.”

“It certainly wasn’t boring,” I say, knocking back the rest of my drink in one go.

His hand rubs my thigh again and I’m thinking about other, dirtier things. “Are you okay? He was getting close.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. He’s like that when he’s drunk. He’s never so much as mentioned the fact that I’m sexy when he’s sober.”

Peter frowns. “That doesn’t make it okay.”

“There’s not really a good time to bring it up.” He still doesn’t look happy, but he nods. I lean forward so that this time I’m the one whispering in his ear. “But I like that you’re protective of me.”

“I am,” he says. “From everyone and everything.” And then under his breath, “Especially from him.”

I look up and see Michael almost at our table. “What?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

Michael smiles at us as he steps up to the table. “My two stars.”

I haven’t interacted with Michael much, but he strikes me as a typical Hollywood agent: A little slimy, but in a way that gets the job done. But I don’t like that smile.

Peter smiles easily. “Hello, Michael.”

I nod to him. He slides into the booth, but thankfully not nearly as close as Clay did. “Michael said he’d mentioned our idea to you.”

“He did. I’m definitely interested. I like working with Peter. Are you thinking that it will be a formal agreement?”

“Right now we’re just floating an idea. Does a creative partnership feel like something that would be beneficial to both of you?”

“I think it could be good. There’s a lot of trust that goes into creating something, and the better you know someone, the faster you can get past the awkwardness and into making something that’s really good.”

“I agree,” Peter says.

“Excellent,” Michael says, “In that case—”

“That said,” Peter interrupts, “there will have to be some caveats.”