Escorting the Actress (The Escort Collection 2)

Kyle shrugged. "We just have to keep the truth about our past a secret. We've done it so far…"

"Did he tell you about Caroline? That she called him again?" I didn't want to give Kyle any more of a reason to hate my mother, but he deserved to know what we were up against.

"Yes. She threatened him, and for some reason, he agreed to give her exactly what she wants. He seemed… happy about it." He looked baffled. "Your mother seems to have a knack for keeping my dad's attention. I think they might go on a date, or something."

I shook my head. I was just as confused by our parents' love-hate relationship. "That is completely messed up."

I didn't even want to think about the ramifications, for us, if our parents dated again. Ew.

"I went to see my mother after I left the Stratum last night. We had a terrible fight." I looked at him. "She said she was going after Pierce for hush money, and if that didn't work, she would sell her story—our story—to the press. So we're only safe for as long as your dad keeps her satisfied, which is a tall freaking order, let me tell you."

He shrugged. "My dad seems happy to give her money, at least for now."

"Until she gets too greedy, like last time."

"Hopefully she's learned her lesson. Maybe they both have." He paused as if he was thinking it through. "But for the short term, we should be safe. I think my dad said he has pictures of her she wouldn't like going public. They'll keep each other busy by blackmailing each other for now. They really might deserve each other. But your mother won't go to the press, and my father won't cut me off. Done and done."

"So we could be okay," I mused.

"As long as nobody else finds out about our past." Kyle chuckled. "This really is sort of crazy, huh?"

"That's a massive understatement." I took a deep breath and held up my left hand. "What about this?" I wriggled my fingers, secretly loving the weight of the engagement ring. "What're we going to do about this?"

"What do you want to do about it?" His voice was dead serious.

A pit formed in my stomach. "Everyone's gonna think we're getting married."

"Okay." He shrugged a loaded shrug.

"Okay?" I wailed, my voice reaching a near-hysterical pitch.

"That's what I said." He didn't falter.

I put my hand back in my lap and fiddled with the gorgeous ring. "You really are a PR artist, you know."

"I know." He gave me a lopsided grin that made my heart speed up.

"So what're we gonna tell the press?"

"The truth." He kept grinning. "That we're getting married. Whenever you're ready."

I stared at him. I had the sense, for once, to just keep my mouth shut. But that was where the sensibility ended. I threw myself into his lap and kissed him with wild abandon, letting my body say what I was too chicken to.

After our kissing became more frantic, he carried me to the bedroom.

"I missed you," he said quietly.

His mouth claimed mine, his tongue probing my mouth until I was dizzy with lust. I arched my back beneath him, trying to get as close to him as possible.

"I need you," I said urgently. I felt as if I was gonna cry if I didn't have him inside me right now.

I whipped off my tank top and my shorts. The self-consciousness I'd felt before was long gone. It was just me and Kyle, his glorious chest pressed against me, his strong arms wrapped around me.

I unzipped his shorts, somehow struggling to get him out of them, while he fisted my hair. His enormous cock, hard and glorious, sprang out to meet me. I leaned down to stroke him, feeling him get even thicker. I greedily took him into my mouth and heard him suck in a sharp breath. I took him all the way to the base of his shaft, wanting to taste every inch of him. He moaned and threw his head back as I sucked on him hard, wanting to get him ready to be inside me.

"Oh, fuck yeah."

Lost in the moment, he thrust into my mouth, and I felt myself getting even more turned on. I loved how he responded to me, like he loved me being in control. I was throbbing though. I needed him. Being apart from him, thinking I was going to lose him—even for a little while—had been too much, and now my body physically craved his.