Page 64 of Drive Me Crazy
“I have to do the late-night talk show circuit to promote the book.” I lean my head back and stare at the ceiling. “Marion’s calling to confirm dates with me.”
She’s also going to yell at me to stop being a spoiled brat. Yes, I’m aware that presales for the book start a few months before the actual release and I have to help build buzz. No, I don’t give a fuck if it’s aSunday Timesbestseller or not.Blahblah blah. It’s all bloody stupid. The only good thing about this book is Ella.
She skims her fingertips along my jawline, my heartbeat speeding up under her touch. “You’re going to be great.”
“No, I’m not. I hate doing talk shows,” I huff. I don’t like putting myself in a position where I know my anxiety can be triggered, and this is a prime example. “I suck at them.”
“Do you know how amazing you are?”
“Yeah,” I mumble into the material of her shirt. “I suppose I do.”
Ella shakes her head. “No, I’m not just talking about the cutthroat, competitive racer the world loves. You’re an amazing driver, Blake. There’s no doubt you thrive behind the wheel. But you’re also an amazing person and I think you forget that.”
She presses her lips against my forehead. “You’re a guy who’s figuring life out, day by day, just like everyone else. You’ve been through a lot, but instead of letting it make you weak, you’ve let it make you stronger. So don’t go thinking you’re not going to be great, okay? You’re great without trying. And you’re going to be great at these interviews.”
I lean into her touch as she runs her hands through my hair. I love when she plays with my hair. Whether she’s tugging on it during sex or absentmindedly toying with it like she is now.
“Why don’t you have Marion send us over the questions beforehand?” she suggests helpfully. “We can look over them together and come up with answers you feel good about so you’re less nervous.”
I know my publicist won’t object to this even though it’s technically her job. She knows Ella will have a lot more luck than she ever will.
“Yeah? You’d do that?”
She kisses me in response. “Of course. What talk shows are you going on?Ellen?Jimmy Kimmel?”
“Britishtalk shows.”
Her eyes widen. “Do you think they’ll have other guest stars on the talk shows? Like Tom Holland? Oh! Or what about Harry Styles?”
I practically growl at her question. Weaving my hands through her hair, I urge her lips against mine. It’s not an affectionate kiss, it’s a greedy kiss, reminding her exactly why it’s my name she’s moaning each and every night. I know I have absolutely nothing to worry about, but that doesn’t mean I have to like other men existing in the presence of my girlfriend.
“I’m kidding!” She gives me a playful punch. The grin on her face reveals her dimple in full force. “I’m all about you, baby. But I’m happy to go with you to be your fluffer.”
My head falls into Ella’s chest as I vibrate with laughter. “You have no idea what a fluffer is, do you?”
“Do too! It’s someone who helps get the talent ready.”
“It’s someone in porn who helps keep a guy hard in between takes,” I gleefully announce. The devilish delight in my eyes is unmistakable. “So actually, I think it’s a grand idea for you to be my fluffer. Have a quickie before any interviews to really relieve my anxiety.”
She sticks her tongue out in response. “No fluffing will be done.”
“Can we fluff right now?”
“Is fluffing the new fucking?”
“Mm-hmm.” I hold her tighter against me. I’m getting hard just thinking about Ella’s naked body pressed against mine. “And I really fluffing want you right now.”
I tangle my fingers in the soft hair at the nape of her neck and pull her in for a deep kiss. My tongue slides over her lower lip and she shivers in anticipation. The way she moves her lips over mine makes a low groan come from the back of my throat. She pushes me down so I’m lying flat on my back as she straddles me.Jesus, take the wheel.She slowly tugs her shirt overher head and unclasps her bra. Her soft breasts fall out and are begging to be licked, teased, nibbled. They’re hardening at the very tips. It’s hard to keep my eyes on Ella’s face when her nipples are desperately trying to make eye contact with me. As gorgeous as her eyes are, I’d rather have a staring contest with the set of pale pink buds in front of me.
“Fucking perfect,” I moan, feeling the weight of them in my hands.
Ella blushes at my words before trailing sloppy kisses up and down my jawline. She sucks the sensitive skin right beneath my ear, causing me to jerk my hips up in pleasure. Her tongue torturously traces down my neck, drawing out a deep groan from me.
“I want to taste you,” she murmurs, nipping at my ear. “So badly.”
I rip my towel off so quickly you’d think someone poured acid on it. Ella leans over and places kisses on my chest, then my stomach, then finally on my straining cock. I’m shifting restlessly beneath her attention, my breathing choppy. I can’t think straight, my body listlessly craving her touch.
She sucks on my tip, sending me into a frenzy. The noise I make is unintelligible. Ella teases me with a lick, a stroke, a touch, not giving me what I desperately need. This right here, this is heaven and hell. When she finally takes me into her mouth, resting her hands on my thighs, the noise that leaves my throat is animalistic. She looks up at me with sultry eyes and I moan at the sight of her pouty lips wrapped around my dick.
