Page 23 of Mr. Wrong (Hollywood Knights #1)

Twenty-Three

Ellenore

Greta reminds me of Mrs. Doubtfire, if Mrs. Doubtfire were an actual person. I like her immediately.

“Go on, dearie,” she says, herding me toward the back door. “Cassie and I rarely get awake time together, so it’s milkshakes and Candyland after dinner, until one of us is begging for mercy.”

Cassie cheers from her stool at the counter where I set her up after her nap with a few crayons and some paper ripped out of my notebook. We spent an hour alternating between Hangman and Tic-tac-Toe waiting for my replacement to show up. “I’m gonna kick your aspartame, Greta.”

“ Aspartame .” Greta laughs at her over her shoulder. “That’s a good one,” she says as she shuts the door in my face.

Standing on the back porch, I’m tempted to use my brand-new security clearance to let myself back in.

Or maybe just leave. Call Landon and tell him I quit.

Dani mentioned they were looking for a new PA on the set of her soap.

I have a bachelor’s in child development and a master’s degree in early childhood education.

Surely that makes me qualified to fetch coffee for soap stars.

Holding on to the life as a not-so-glorified gopher as a solid backup plan, I trudge down the path stretched across the yard. Squaring my shoulders, I knock while mentally preparing myself for Lex’s sullen, asshole attitude.

He’s taken care of Cassie since the day she was born. Imagine being told that you were no longer good enough to do something you’ve devoted your whole life to doing and that you were being replaced by someone better.

Because I don’t want to feel sorry for him, I raise my fist, ready to pound on it like a drum but the door is yanked open before I can make contact and a large, rough hand closes over my wrist and pulls me inside.

Suddenly, I’m back where I started, pushed against Lex’s front door, his knee wedging itself between my thighs, nudging them open while his hands move over my shoulders, taking my sweater with them on their way down my arms.

“Lex?” It’s dark, the heavy curtains drawn across the window, the only light spilling into the room from the kitchen. “Are you naked?”

“Mostly.”

I swallow hard before letting out a shaky breath. “What are you—”

“What’s it feel like?” he growls at me, his tone sending a rush of warmth spiraling through my belly. “I’m cashing in my raincheck.”

“I thought you were mad at me.” I raise my arms without being told and I catch a flash of white when he grins at me in the dark.

“I am.” He grips the bottom of my shirt and lifts it, whipping it over my head. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck you.”

“Oh.”

“Tell me now if this isn’t—”

“It is.” The words tumble out of my mouth. I’m not even sure what it is but if it involves getting naked with Lex again, I want it. Before I can take my next breath, he has my jeans unbuttoned and around my ankles.

He slaps his palms against the door, on either side of my head, and leans into me, his breath harsh and ragged while his tongue skims a trail from my collarbone to my ear. “Take your shoes off.”

He’s barely touching me and my head is already spinning, my heart hammering against my chest like I’m on the brink of a cardiac event but I do what he says, kicking off my sneakers before stepping out of my pants completely.

“Now what?” It’s ridiculous, my need to map everything out.

Overthink every little thing. My inability to just let things happen, but I can’t stop it.

Can’t relax enough to let go and enjoy the moment.

It used to annoy Derek. I drove him crazy with my need to see around every corner.

Lex doesn’t seem annoyed. He seems amused.

“I’m not sure…” He nips my earlobe with his teeth, the pain of it sharp enough to make me gasp.

“I can’t decide which part of you I want to fuck.

” His mouth grazes along my jawline, one of his hands falling to my neck.

“Your hot little mouth…” He brushes the pad of his thumb against my parted lips before pushing past them, groaning softly when I let instinct take over and wrap my tongue around it, sucking and licking his thumb while he slides his tongue along the column of my throat.

Pulling his thumb from my mouth, the hand on my neck slips down my back, pulling me away from the door while he lifts his head to press his mouth to my ear again.

“Maybe I want to fuck your tight little ass, Ellenore.” He traces the crease between my ass cheeks with the tips of his fingers, applying just enough pressure to pull another shuddering gasp from my throat.

“Lex, I—”

“ Shhh …” His fingers squeeze my ass cheek while his teeth nip my throat, both hard enough to sting.

“I’m thinking.” The hand on my ass relaxes, gliding around my hip, following the slope across the top of my thigh.

“What about your perfect, little pussy?” His thumb skims the top of my mound before pushing lower to trace its hot, swollen seam.

When he feels how wet and needy I am he lets out another growl, the tone of it so low and rough, I can feel the vibrations of it against my throat. “We have a winner.”

Slipping his arms around me, Lex lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist while he navigates his way through the dark. He stops next to the couch, his arms locked around me, hands cradling my ass.

“Quiz time.” He whispers it in my ear, his warm breath skating across my chest.

“Again?” I whine, shifting my ass in his hands, trying to rub myself with his fingers. “Now?”

“Again. Now.” He says it carefully while a wicked grin spreads, slow and wide across his face. “Only one question. No wrong answer—do you want me to fuck you with my cock or my tongue?”

“Is this a trick question?”

One of his hands lifts off my ass to deliver a sharp smack to its cheek. “Answer the question, Ellenore.”

“Cock.” The warm, stinging tingle on my ass spreads fast, pushing the word out of my mouth like there’s no longer any room for it in my brain.

He strokes a hand over my stinging ass cheek while he slips the fingers of his other hand further between my legs. “Say it again,” he says while he teases me, giving me feather-light strokes along the seam of my pussy. “This time in a complete sentence.”

I’m tempted to refuse to see if he’ll spank me again but I don’t because I’m too desperate to get him inside me. “I want you to fuck me with your cock, Lex.”

Groaning his approval, Lex lowers us onto the couch but instead of laying me down and climbing on top of me, he sits down so that I’m in his lap, straddling his hips.

As soon as I realize where this is going, I feel my anxiety spike again. “Lex, I don’t—”

“No talking during the test, Ellenore,” he says, hands sliding up my back to unhook my bra. Freeing my breasts, he tosses it away before palming them, giving my stiff, aching nipples a rough brush with his thumbs before lifting one to his mouth.

I give into instinct again, lifting myself onto my knees, until I’m levered over him, pushing myself into the warm, wet suction of his mouth.

My head falls back and my eyes flutter shut while I give myself over to the feeling of his tongue and teeth, licking and nipping their way across my breasts until my arms are wound around his neck and my fingers are fisted in his hair and my brain is wiped clean of everything but this.

Him.

“There’s a condom tucked into my waistband,” he says, tracing my areola with the tip of his tongue. “Get it.”

Unlocking one of my hands from his hair, I reach between us, feeling along the waistband of his boxer briefs until I find it and pull it free and show it to him.

“Good.” The hand on my back slides along the curve of my ass, his fingers tracing its cleft for just a moment before dipping between my legs, stroking me from behind. “Now take my cock out.”

Setting the condom down on the cushion next to my knee, I do what he says.

Peeling the waistband away from his hips, I reach inside to wrap my trembling hand around the shaft of his thick cock, pulling and tugging with the other while he lifts his hips off the couch to help me until we’re both naked.

“Put the condom on me.” His voice is somehow rough and soft at the same time. Both urgent and patient.

Trying to remember how he did it last night, I reach for the condom and tear it open before stalling out.

Ashamed, I almost tell him the truth. That before him it was only Derek and that sex with him was nothing like this.

That I let my ex take the lead in the bedroom like I did everywhere else in my life and that it was boring and tedious and—

Taking my hands in his, Lex guides me through the process, showing me how to pinch the tip of the condom a little while rolling it down the length of his shaft, all the way to its root.

Finished, he wraps a hand around the base to hold himself steady while I lower myself, moaning softly when I feel the blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance before it splits me wide.

“ Fuuuck …” he groans, his hands finding and gripping my hips, fingers digging into my ass, tighter and harder with every inch I take of him until we’re fused together completely.

The hands on my hips pull me off center, tipping me forward so I have to bring my hands up and brace them against the back of the couch to keep myself from falling into him completely. “Now fuck me, Ellenore.”

His demand stains my cheeks and I shake my head. “I tried to tell you.” My gaze settles on his shoulder. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never—”

“Yes, you have.” The hands on my hips loosen, and one of his thumbs slips between my slick pussy lips to stroke my clit.

“Remember last night…” He lifts me slowly, almost completely, before impaling me again on his cock.

“When you fucked my tongue. The way you moved your hips against my mouth…” The last of it comes out on a groan when he bottoms out.

“Just like that…” He lifts and lowers me again and again showing me the rhythm, encouraging me to set my own.

To stop thinking and just let go.

“Lex…” His name trembles up the length of my throat when I feel the pad of his thumb skim over my slick, swollen clit, the press of it timed perfectly with the pulse of his hard, thick cock moving inside me.

And then it all slips away and I’m lost in it.

My hips start to move on their own, swinging and pumping against his.

My head falling back when I feel his mouth against me, urging me to take more, fuck him harder and faster until I’m shuddering and moaning, a now familiar tension spiraling its way up my spine.

I lift my head to find him watching me, his heavy-lidded gaze pinning itself to mine. What I see in it is enough to push me over the edge.

“ Ohmygod ,” I gasp, the orgasm rolling over me, so hot and heavy that I feel like I’m drowning on the surface of the sun.

“ Christ …” He groans it, hands on my hips suddenly urgent again, digging in hard enough to bruise while I feel his cock jerk and twitch inside me, his hands streaking up the length of my spine, pulling me toward him to wrap his arms around me and hold me close.