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“How the fuck is that going to fit? Don't get me wrong, I’m willing and excited to try, but…” I trail off, meeting his eyes as I speak.

“Oh, it’ll fit, don't you worry about that. I'm going to have you begging me to come from this cock alone.”Cocky bastard!He slides the head of his cock through my slick folds, and I moan.

“You really are full of yourself, aren't you, Caleb?”

He grins and pushes in slowly. I arch my back, and my breathing catches as he stretches me. I feel so full with him thoroughly nestled in me, and I moan his name like a prayer.

“Fuck, Quinn, you're made for my cock.” He slowly drags out and pushes back in, setting my nerve endings on fire. “I'm not going to last. You feel so amazing.” He starts a steady pace, and I rock my hips up with each thrust. Each time he presses deep within me, he hits my g-spot and I begin my downward spiral.

“Caleb, harder. I'm so close,” I pant, rubbing my clit, trying to push myself over the edge. He obliges, and I'm coming within seconds of his pace change.

“Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come.” He pulls out and strokes himself, coming all over my chest, his spurts of warm come drawing a sexy pattern. He lies next to me and watches as I run my index finger through a stream of cum and stick it in my mouth, licking my finger clean. “Holy shit, that's so Goddamn hot.” He kisses my cheek. “We never talked about where I should come, and I wasn't sure.”

“Chest worked just fine. You can come in me next time though. I'm on the pill.”Shit, did I just say next time? Ugh, what have I started?

Chapter 20

I wake earlythe next morning and see Quinn sleeping peacefully next to me. I don’t want to leave her, but it’s best if I make my exit. I don’t need the paparazzi knowing where she lives. The last thing I want is to have them digging up all sorts of dirt on her.

I quietly pull on my jeans and shirt. I pull my phone from my pocket and see a text from Elena.

Elena:Don’t fuck it up.

I laugh to myself and type a quick response, letting her know things are fine. I don’t want Quinn to think I’m sneaking out, so I find a piece of paper and write a small note to her, leaving it on the table.

Quinn,

I had to leave for a training session, but we’ll talk soon.

XX

Caleb

I walk out the front door, closing it quietly behind me, and hop in my car. As I make my way toward my house to change for the session, I can’t get her out of my mind. The way she tastes, sounds,comes. Everything about her drives me insane. I palm my hard cock on the drive home. I know I’m going to have to take a shower and picture Quinn in it with me.

I haven’t been this crazy over a girl since my ex, and I’m acting like a fucking teenager.Snap out of it, Caleb!I park and practically jump out of the car, desperate to get inside and away from prying eyes. Just because I can’t see the paps, doesn’t mean they aren’t there. I want to text her, but I’m running a little behind, and I need to take care of this raging hard-on. I jump in the shower, lube up my hands with soap, and go to town. It doesn’t take long before I’m coming, and I sigh in relief. After finishing up, I get changed to leave again, grabbing a protein bar on my way out the door.

Once at the studio, I do some stretches, trying to loosen up my muscles. There are a few of us here already, and I wave hello as they pass by. My mind drifts back to Quinn stretched out on the bed. She was perfect lying there under me; she fit me so well, and I can’t wait to have her again. I have a goofy grin plastered to my face thinking about it.

Someone clears his throat. “Am I interrupting something?”

Fucking Tait.My smile falls from my face, and I glare up at him. “Not at all, just stretching.” I look at the shiner I gave him and mentally pat myself on the back. It’s still an ugly shade of black and blue, but it should be fine in another week. If not, there is always makeup that can cover it.

“I’m here.” Adam, the stunt coordinator strolls over to us. “All right, everyone, huddle up. This is the last training session before filming starts. We’re going to work through all the fight scenes today, make sure all guys are good. If you do it right the first time, maybe we can be done by lunch.”

Standing, I get into position for the first sequence. Tait isn’t involved in this one, so he moves to the side and picks up his phone.Good, let him annoy someone else this morning.We run through the scene two times before Adam is satisfied and we move on. This continues for each fight scene. We run through it twice, make sure the placement of people and limbs are all correct, and move on. I’m itching to pick up my phone to check on Quinn and I’m relieved when I get a small reprieve so I can call her.

I dig my phone out of my bag and click on Quinn’s name to call her. It rings and goes to voicemail. Not wanting to leave one, I hang up and send her a text.

Me:Wish I could have stayed this morning. You looked so peaceful that I didn’t want to disturb you. Can I see you tonight?

My foot bounces with anticipation as I wait for her response. I look up and watch the fight scene with Tait; he’s dodging punches easily.Luckily for me, he wasn’t fast enough to dodge mine!I look back down at my phone, willing it to buzz. I assume she has work today, or maybe she’s just getting ready. When I look at the time, it’s nine-thirty. I get ready to send another message when it buzzes.

Quinn:I’ve got a lot of work to do before taking off to spend the next few months of my life on a movie set, so I won’t have time. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and stay out of trouble.

Wow, talk about a blow off.I’d be lying if I said her words didn’t sting a bit.

Me:Well, girlfriend of mine, I think it would be best to go out and get photographed together, keep it fresh in everyone’s minds. I’ll pick you up at your office tonight at 6. Don’t make me beg, baby. Please!