Page 15 of Resorting to Love
“No. The opposite, actually. They want you to stay. With me.”
“Stay with you.” I nod while saying the words slowly, as if that’s going to help me absorb them. Spoiler alert—it doesn’t. “Exactly what does that mean?”
“Stay together in one cabin. Enjoy a fun week together. Things we would’ve done anyway, but not hiding the fact that we’re together in a romantic way.”
“Romantic.” I snort. “That’s a polite word for what everyone’s seeing in those pictures.”
“Other words may have been thrown around in the conference call.” A hint of his irresistible smile tugs at his mouth. “I chose romantic because it’s the best overall description for us.”
“Uh-huh,” I say, tipping my chin up and crossing my arms over my chest. “Okay, we share a cabin and have a fun week beingromantic. Sounds doable. So why do you still have the ‘but wait, there’s more’ look on your face?”
“The studio producing the movie I’m shooting next hasn’t reached out yet, but my publicist is worried. They’d like us to be available for photos. Show the world we’re not a one-night stand.”
“I see. Did they request any specific trees for our additional-night stands, or do we get to choose?”
He laughs for the first time since walking in. It doesn’t last long, but it causes a fairy-like feeling low in my belly. “No more tree sex. They urged us to stay indoors for that, and make sure we close the curtains.”
The tingling ebbs lower, stirring needs I shouldn’t have after the thorough pleasuring I received last night. The flutter extends higher, too. Spending the rest of the week with Eli makes my heart happier than it should. “We’re staying in this cabin, right? It really does have an amazing view.”
“That it does,” he says, his attentive gaze heating me inside and out.
“Okay, you can stay. I’ll even smile if someone sticks a camera in our faces. A polite smile, not the I-love-getting-railed face that’s in our other pictures.”
Another deep laugh rumbles from his grinning lips as he crosses the room and wraps his arms around me, pulling me close. “For the record, I’m a fan of your I-love-getting-railed face.”
“Are you mybiggestfan?” I ask, slipping my hand between us to cup his cock through his shorts. “Oh yes, definitely the biggest.” My head falls back instinctively as his lips travel the column of my neck, down to the swell of my breasts. “Mmm… I think you’re going to see that face again, but I need a shower first. You dirtied me up good last night.”
“So good. And I’m going to do it again.”
“After I shower.” I wiggle free of his embrace, but he keeps hold of the sheet, leaving me naked before his hungry eyes.“After.”I point while giving a stern look, then shriek as he chases me to the bathroom.
“Shit,” he groans as his phone goes off in his pocket. “That’s my agent’s ringtone.”
“Better take it.” I smile sweetly and close the door, opening it again when I hear Eli has answered the call.
His gaze snaps to me, but the majority of his focus remains on the call. His lips are a straight line as he listens to what must be an endless stream of conversation on the other end of the line. Serious business, no doubt.
We’ll see if his attention span is as solid as his cock.
Eli is a fan of the belted look. Today’s is made of black webbing, and his eyebrows rise as I undo the flip-style buckle, followed by the button and zipper of his shorts. Smiling, he shakes his head while I slide my fist up and down.
“If you don’t likethis,” I say at a volume for his ears only, “then you’re really going to hate what I do next.” I drop to my knees, close my lips around the head of his cock, then take him deep into my mouth.
His tip hits the back of my throat, a sexy grunt escaping his lips as I swallow around his cock. “No, no, nothing. Just clearing my throat,” he says to his agent, then shakes his head at me again, this time with a sexy grin. He doesn’t want me to stop.
Nor would I. I’m on my knees, but he’s at my mercy.
His eyes darken with each slide over my tongue. He slides his free hand into my hair, tangling it around his fist, then using his hold to guide my head up and down. The more I slacken my jaw, the deeper he drives me down.
My gag reflex kicks in when he bottoms out, every inch of his hard length buried in my throat.
“That’s my girl,” he says, holding the phone away from his mouth. It’s sex talk.
I know it. My heart doesn’t know it. Dammit.
I close my eyes and suck hard before bobbing up and down his shaft again. Faster. Sloppier. Hungrier.
Eli’s grip on my hair tightens, sending sparks of near-pain skittering through me. His phone clatters on the wood floor. Then his second hand is on my head, pushing my face all the way down his dick.
