Page 29 of The Publicist
“Thank God!” His lips come down on mine, and he tangles his hand in my hair, holding me to him. I wrap my arms around his slim waist, using him as an anchor to not lose my balance. The kiss is needy and desperate, all tongue and teeth. I melt into it, allowing him control—letting him take what he needs from it. He pulls back and looks deep into my eyes, searching them for something, although I’m not sure what.
“What are you looking for?” I ask, my voice raw from the mind-blowing kiss.
“What you see in me that I don’t see in myself,” he responds. “Thank you for seeing me, and not just the celebrity side of it. I want you to know you’re the only other person I’ve told about Cassandra, besides Elena, and I’m trusting you won’t share that information with anyone.”
He’s trusting me.This is big for him, I can tell by the way he keeps looking in my eyes. He’s terrified I’m going to break his heart, and I’m going to try my hardest to not. “I won’t, Caleb. You can trust me.” My stomach picks the worst time to growl, and he laughs, our serious moment gone.
“Let’s get some food.” He places another quick kiss on my lips then pulls me from the room. “I know of a great small place down the road; we should have some privacy, and we can talk some more without prying eyes.”
When we get into the elevator, my mind drifts back to the last time we were in an elevator together. I look over at him through my eyelashes, and from the smirk on his face, he’s thinking the same thing. He lifts my hand to his lips and presses a small kiss on my knuckles. “I’d be more than happy to hit the stop button,” he says, a devilish grin on his face.
“I think it would be better to not draw attention to ourselves. Let’s just keep a low profile. We don’t need TMZ to create another huge story I have to dismantle.”
“You know you were thinking about it though. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to get busy in an elevator, haven’t you?”
It’s a fantasy I’ve had on many occasions, but I never would have considered acting upon it. With the way Caleb is watching me, and the way I want him right now, I’m tempted to throw caution to the wind and give in to the animalistic side of me. Thank God the doors slide open and I’m able to get out away from his question. He takes my hand in his, and we walk through the front door of the hotel where the sharks await.
Chapter 26
She’s thoughtabout fucking in the elevator. I can see it in her eyes as they darken with lust.Get it together, Caleb!No one else in the world has been able to get me hard with just a look; this woman does things to me. I promised we would go slow, but it’s the last thing I want to do. I want to throw her over my shoulder, march her perfect ass back up into my room, and not let her leave for a week. I want to give her hundreds of orgasms, and when she is begging me to stop, I want to give her one more for good measure.
When we walk out the front doors, there are several photographers outside, shoving their cameras in our faces and pressing us for answers. They followed me back to the hotel when I left the set abruptly, and I hoped they would have left by the time we came out here. They are ruthless though. Quinn keeps her head up, her hand firmly planted in mine, and looks right past them, not giving them the satisfaction of an answer.That’s my girl.My girl. No, not yet, but she’s going to be. I’m going to make her mine if it’s the last thing I do.
We get into the waiting car, and when the driver closes the door, I watch her visibly relax in the darkened cab. The privacy divider has been put up, and with the windows tinted enough so the photographers aren’t able to peer inside, she does the one thing I don’t expect. She climbs into my lap and straddles me.
“What are you doing, Quinn?” I gulp, fisting my hands at my side, trying to not take charge. I don’t want to push her away.
“Taking what I want. We’re both adults, and who said we can’t mess around? I said let’s not put labels on things, not let’s move like turtles. I have needs, and I want you to help me with them.”
If that’s not the hottest thing ever, then I don’t know what is. She is taking control of what she wants, and I couldn’t be turned on more if I tried. I hold her body tightly against mine as I claim her lips with my own. I’m straining against my jeans to the point of it being painful, and when she moans into the kiss, it makes me even harder. If I can’t find relief soon, I’m going to explode. As if she hears my thoughts, her hands travel down to my pants and she flicks the button open. She lifts her hips enough to unzip my pants and pulls me free from the confines. I grab her ass cheeks and hiss in response as she works her fist up and down my cock.
“Baby, please. If you keep that up, I’m going to explode,” I say as her lips find my neck. She licks and sucks at my pulse point, pulling a growl from deep within my chest. I’m grinding her down on her hand and my cock, and she’s a moaning mess in seconds.Enough with the teasing. I can’t handle it anymore. I swat her hand away, pull her soaked panties to the side, and thrust up into her.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and I place my hands on either side of her face, pulling her forehead to mine. “Open your eyes and look at me. I want to watch you. I want you to ride me and take what you need from me.” She complies and rolls her hips over me, her body so warm and tight around me that it’s hard to breathe. I thought I’d lost her. I didn’t think I would be lucky enough to experience this with her again.
I thrust my hips up to match her rolls and can feel her getting close. She’s fluttering around me, and I’m trying to concentrate on getting her off first.Think of anything—baseball, paparazzi, Mom.The last one does the trick. “You’re so close, baby. I wanna watch you come for me,” I coo, reaching my hand under her skirt, skimming my rough fingers over her soft, bare skin, and rubbing tight circles on her clit. Her legs go rigid, and she bites her lip so hard, I think she’s going to break the skin. “Come for me, Quinn,” I whisper. Her face goes lax, and her eyes roll back as her orgasm washes over her. She’s a moaning mess, and I press my lips to hers, swallowing the noises I don’t want anyone else to hear.Thank God.I snap my hips up into her, chasing my own release. Her head drops down to my shoulder, and she places gentle kisses along my neck and collarbone as I pound into her. I’m on the precipice of my release, and when she bites the sensitive skin on my neck, I let go, repeating, “You’re mine,” like a mantra as I come deep inside her.
She peppers kisses along my neck, and I want to have the driver turn us around so bad. I want to spend the rest of the night in bed with her, exploring her body and making her feel good. There is a knock on the window, and Quinn looks at me, her face bright red. “I can’t believe we just did that.” She hides her face in the crook of my neck, and I chuckle. She swings her leg off me, and I tuck myself back into my pants as she fixes her skirt and top. “Do I look all right?”
“You look beautiful, babe.” I reach up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear and wipe some smeared lipstick from her cheek. She nods, letting me know she is ready, and I push open the door. The driver refuses to meet my eyes, and I take Quinn’s hand to help her out. There are a few paparazzi around, snapping our picture, and I lean in to give her a small kiss on the lips.The paps go crazy for this shit.
“Wish they would just leave me the hell alone,” I mumble as we walk into the restaurant. I didn’t think they would be here. The hostess walks us to a table, eye-fucking me the entire time, and leaves us with our menus and some privacy.
“I, um, I might have tipped them off,” she states quietly. I look down at her mischievously smile. “Listen, you haven’t been in the spotlight lately, and I thank you for that, but I need there to be a buzz around you. What better way than by going to dinner with your plus-sized girlfriend? The tabloids will eat it up.”
“You aren’t plus-sized.”
She looks at me, stunned, and tilts her head back as a loud laugh takes over. “Oh, honey, I’m not a size two, therefore I am plus-sized.” She reaches her hand toward me and places her fingers on my forearm. “Listen, don’t feel bad. I love my curves, and I know I look good.”
“I think you’re sexy as hell,” I respond, taking her hand and lifting it to my lips for a kiss.
She smiles but doesn’t say anything. I take the liberty of ordering a bottle of wine, and we place our orders with the waiter after he fills our glasses. I lift my glass for a toast and say, “To second chances.”
She lifts her glass and taps it gently against mine. “To second chances. Let’s not fuck this one up.”
The rest of dinner is relatively quiet. Conversation flows easily enough, and the food isn’t too bad. I want to get out of here though. I want to take her back to my room to enjoy the few hours I have before I have to get some sleep, but I also don’t want to push too hard. If she wants it, she’ll let me know. It’s going to be a long day of shooting tomorrow, and I won’t be able to have much time with her, only really getting the chance to see her between takes and at lunch.
We finish eating, and when I ask her about dessert, she waves her hand at me, dismissing the idea. “I’m way too full to eat that.” She picks up her glass and downs the rest of her wine. “Thanks for bringing me out. This was nice.”