Page 27 of The Playboy
I pull my boxers down, spit in my hand, and rub it on my cock. Then I lift her left leg up. I pull her panties to the side, line myself up, and push just the tip inside. Just to test the waters. She’s soaked. I didn’t even need to worry about spit. I hear her deep inhale of breath, followed by a quiet moan. I push forward and pull her ass back against me, fully encased in her. My hand snakes under the t-shirt of mine she’s wearing so I can play with her perfect breasts. She rolls her hips back against me, and I know she’s awake.
Snaking my hands up farther, I grip her throat. The pace is hard and fast. She reaches between her legs, rubbing herself. I know she’s close when she starts bucking back against me thrust for thrust and her legs are shaking. I add a little more pressure around her throat, and her moan of pleasure does me in as she hits her orgasm. It’s deep in her chest, and I picture her eyes have rolled back in her head. I let go, filling her with my warm spurts.
I kiss her shoulder and pull out of her, holding her tightly as her shaking subsides. I think I am starting to understand why people like the cuddling aspect of sex. It feels… nice? She takes a deep breath and rubs her head against the pillow.I’m screwed.There is something about her that makes me want to do better—bebetter. I’ve known her for a few days, but it feels like I’ve known her my whole life.
“Sorry,” I murmur. “I couldn’t help myself. You’re so beautiful and last night was perfect. You were perfect. I needed another taste.”
Her body tenses under my hold.No. Don’t shut me out!
“Tait, we can’t keep sleeping together. There are so many reasons why that’s not a good idea. Last night… this morning, those were mistakes that shouldn’t have happened. I’m setting myself up by doing this.”
“What about my offer? Would you accept that? Keep it a strict business deal?” I’m grasping at straws here.
“I’m not sure yet. Like I said before, I have questions, and there are some things I don’t understand. We’ll have to talk about it when we get back.” Sam pulls away, out of my grasp, and walks toward the bathroom. She closes the door and locks it behind her.
Guess that means I’m not invited to take a shower with her.
* * *
It’sthree in the afternoon when we arrive at the studio. There is a line of fans waiting when I step out of the car, and I rush over to them to sign autographs and take a few pictures. The teenage girls are screaming for my attention, and I glance back at Sam, sending a wink and smile her way. She smiles and shakes her head, motioning for me to continue with the fans.
“Tait, is that your girlfriend over there?” one of the fans asks as I sign a photo.
“That’s my assistant. Lovely, isn’t she?”
“She’s not your type,” she retorts.
I focus my attention on her and see the look of jealousy cross her features. I bite my tongue. The words I want to say to this girl would put me in a bad light for sure. I ignore her comment and move on. After a few more signatures and pictures, I walk back to Sam.
I lean in so she can hear me over the small crowd. “Apparently, you aren’t my type.”
“Well, your fans are smart. You should listen to them.”
“What if I think they’re wrong?”
Her eyes widen and her mouth pops open in shock which makes me smile. I push through the back doors of the studio with Sam following behind me.
There is a man standing just inside the door with a headset on. “Mr. Flanigan, we’re so happy you could come on such short notice. My name is Alex. I’m the producer for the show.” He extends his hand out, and I give it a firm shake.
“Please call me Tait. It’s nice to meet you, Alex. This is Samantha, my assistant.” I place my hand on her upper back and push her forward so she stands next to me.
“Nice to meet you, Samantha.” He shakes her hand.
“You too.”
“So, I’m going to lead you to your room. Filming starts in about an hour, and you’re the second guest of the evening. Someone will be by to get you at four-twenty. You’ll only be on for a few minutes, and James is going to ask you about filming the newest movie. Once you’re done filming the segment, you’ll be free to go.” He turns his attention back to Sam. “We’ll have you watch from the sidelines.”
“Great. Who are the other guests tonight?” I ask.
“Well, if it isn’t Tait Flanigan.” Her voice is like nails on a chalkboard, and I wince as she addresses me in her sickeningly sweet, southern accent.
“Jennifer. Lovely to see you.” I force a smile to my face as I turn to see the skinny dark-haired woman behind me. Jennifer Stoneham. America’s sweetheart and my ex-fling.
She started telling people she was going to change me after we slept together one time. She was determined to break my habitual dating string. Her comment to the press only made me fight harder to keep my playboy status, and I made damn sure she knew about all my hook-ups and one-night stands. I made them well publicized for her benefit. It was childish, but at the time, I didn’t care.
“Tait, you look wonderful. Filming seems to suit you.” She places her hands on my shoulders and leans up, planting a chaste kiss on my cheek. I can see Sam in the corner of my eye, and she looks excited watching our exchange.She must be a fan.
“Jennifer, I’d like you to meet my assistant, Sam. Sam, this is Jennifer Stoneham.”