Page 21 of The Publicist

“Caleb, would you like to come in?”

He turns off the car and gets out, coming to my side to open the door. I accept his hand, and he intertwines our fingers as we walk up the sidewalk. I’m giddy and have to concentrate on not letting it show. Opening the door, I direct him toward the living room to have a seat. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Whatever you’re having is fine,” he responds and kicks off his shoes by the door.

I walk into the kitchen and pull out a bottle of red wine, pouring a glass for each of us. He’s looking through the books on the bookshelf when I return, and he accepts the glass as I hand it to him.

“You’ve got a lot of books. I can’t help but notice you have theUnderground Royaltyseries of books, too. Want me to autograph them for you?” He smiles.

“No thanks, I would like the author to sign them though. Have you actually read them? The concept is interesting and, honestly, they were fun, fast reads. The whole idea of the main character being some kind of dominant, and the female lead not taking shit from him. Her trust that he won’t hurt her is different than most romance thrillers. Normally, the girl is so submissive she does anything he asks without question. That’s not real life. Most women aren’t like that.”

I bet Caleb would be like that. Dominant in the bedroom but wants an equal partner.My cheeks heat up thinking about him like that, and I turn away.

“You do know the story isn’t real, right? Like, half the shit in there would never happen in real life. The dominance part probably, and the bratty girl definitely, but not the rest. That’s not how relationships are.” He takes a seat on the couch and looks up at me, waiting for an answer.

“Yes, genius, that’s why it’s called fiction. A girl can dream, can’t she?” I sit next to him and pull my legs up under me. “We need to decide how we want thispublicrelationship to go. I really don’t like the idea of everyone under the sun knowing about me and looking stuff up about me. The last thing I need is paparazzi snooping around my neighborhood. I will be with you a few days a week on the movie set, and we can do a few dinners out here and there. Other than that, unless it’s for some kind of charity or event, we won’t be together.”

“So, I’ve thought about it. While your idea is good, I think we should go with mine.” He takes my drink and places it next to his on the coffee table.

“Oh yeah? What is your masterful plan, Mr. Evanstan?”

“I think you need to shut your pretty lips and stop over analyzing it. Let’s just see what happens and where everything leads.” He leans forward and presses his lips to mine in a dizzying kiss. He runs his tongue along the seam of my lips, and I open for him, our tongues dancing together. Placing my hand on his chest, I push him back. He looks at me, fear on his face as if he’s crossed a line, but when I crawl into his lap and straddle him, the look is gone.

My lips are on his once more. I can’t seem to stop myself. I place my hands on the back of his neck and play with the ends of his hair. His hands move down to my waist, and he grabs a handful of my ass and squeezes. I moan into his mouth as he thrusts his hips up to meet mine. Reaching my hands between our bodies, I rub him over his tight pants, his erect cock straining to be freed.

“Fuck,” he hisses on my lips. The noises he’s making are driving me insane. I need more than this. I don’t want to fuck him on my couch though.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” I stand and stick my hand out for him to follow me upstairs.

“Quinn, are you sure about this? Once this happens, we can’t take it back.”

“No, I‘m not sure. All I know is that you’ve been driving me crazy since last night. If that limo ride had been longer, I’m sure it would have ended much differently than it did.”What the fuck, Caleb? I’m trying to throw myself at you, just like you wanted, and you’re pushing back?I feel the annoyance and insecurity well up inside me.

“God, I want you so bad, Quinn. I haven’t stopped thinking about you. Please tell me you want this, too, and it’s not some kind of test. Hell, I’ll race you to the bedroom if it gets me inside you quicker.”

His words of want, while not the most elegant, are exactly what I need to hear and my mood shifts instantly. “I want you, Caleb.”

He smiles and tugs my hand toward the stairs. “Which room is yours?”

“Second door on the left.” He is practically running with me to get into my bedroom. I can’t believe this is going to happen. I’ll admit, I’ve had fantasies about this happening; I mean, who wouldn’t?It’s Caleb fucking Evanstan! He doesn’t even make it to the room before he’s kissing me again. He presses me against the wall outside my room and pulls my hands above my head, effectively pinning me in place. His kisses are hot, urgent, and sexy as hell as he rocks his hips into mine.

I struggle out of his grasp and pull my shirt over my head, standing there in my black lacy bra and my black pleather leggings. He reaches forward and pulls my left bra cup down, exposing my erect nipple. His mouth covers it, and he flicks his tongue over the sensitive nub; I relish in the sensation it creates. I reach down, unbutton his pants, and slide the zipper down. My heart is beating a mile a minute, the excitement and anticipation making my knees weak. I go to reach my hand into his pants, and he grabs my wrist.

“Not yet.” He pushes me backwards into the room until the back of my legs hit the mattress and I sink back into it.

I sit up on my elbows and watch avidly as he peels his shirt off to expose his perfect body. He has broad shoulders, a tiny waist, and every kind of muscle in the middle. I lick my lips and look into his eyes. He smiles at me and pulls his pants down his legs, tossing them to the side with his shirt. He looks like he’s hunting and I’m the prey. I scoot up the bed, but he grabs my ankle, pulling me back to him.

“Oh no, babe, you’re not going anywhere.” He grabs the tops of my leggings, and I lift my hips so he can pull them down, then he throws them with his clothes. He rakes his eyes up my body. One word leaves his lips, and I believe he’s telling the truth. “Beautiful.”

I smile up at him as he crawls over me, leaving a trail of kisses up my stomach and breasts to my lips.

The kisses begin slow and gentle at first, his hands playing with the hair that’s framing my face, but they turn needy. His hands drift down to my breasts, reaching behind me to undo the clasp. When I pull my arms out of the straps, he throws it with the rest of our clothing. I slide my hand down his body and into the waistband of his boxers, my fingers wrapping around his impressive girth as he bites down on one of my nipples. I gasp as the sensation sends a wave of heat and wetness to my core.

“God, I love your tits. Fucking amazing. I want to play with them forever.” He soothes the sting of the bite with his tongue while rolling my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I arch my back, giving him more access to my breasts as I continue stroking his cock.

“Caleb... I need you,” I moan, trying to push his boxers down. He pulls out of my grasp and peels his boxers off. Seeing him naked and aroused makes me wanton with need, and a tiny whimper leaves my lips. I knew he was well endowed, but seeing it with my own eyes is so much better. “How thefuck?”

He chuckles darkly. “How the fuck, what?” He holds his cock and tugs it gently. As it twitches in his hand, my mouth salivates at the thought of it being in me.