Page 24 of The Starlet

“I need to get a workout in. How about we get up, get that done, and then we can spend the day in bed before we have to do it on camera?” I turn in his arms and toss my leg over his hip.

He takes my face in his hands and pulls me toward him for a lazy kiss. It’s not rushed. He’s gentle and slow, and it’s the perfect way to wake up. “How about we workout in the bedroom and then order room service?”

I smile into the kiss. “How about we go for a run outside and then come back? I’m not sure what we do here would be enough cardio for me.”

“I’m sure I could find a way to keep your heart rate up.” He pushes his hips into me, and I groan as he presses on my bundle of nerves.I’m liking the idea of staying in bed more and more.

I swat his chest, and he rolls off of me. “I’m sure you could, but right now, I think a jog is the better option. Come on.” I sit up enough to see a small slit of light filtering through the curtains. “It looks like a beautiful day out. If you beat me, I might even let you give me a treat.”

He smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh, yeah? What kind of treat would that be?”

“An orgasm.”

His face lights up in surprise, the look quickly replaced with a cocky grin. I can see the gears turning in his head, and I figure he’s planning something. I just hope, whatever it is, that he’s good at it. If last night was any indication though, I’m sure I’ll be just fine. I get changed, and the two of us walk back to his room for some clothes, stopping by Jimmy’s room after for a quick check-in. After Bradley assures him he will stay with me the whole time, he’s okay with the idea. I do have to turn the GPS on, on my phone though, just in case.

We make it downstairs and step outside into the morning light. There is still a slight chill to the air, but that will change quickly as the sun rises higher. There are a few paparazzi hanging around who snap some pictures of the two of us. A few of them start asking questions about having a man arrested for bothering me, but I ignore them and put my headphones in, starting some music.How does news spread so damn fast?I grab Bradley’s arm and take off at a light jog. He stays next to me, and after a minute or two, the paparazzi give up on following us.

I point to a path to the right which will lead us through a small park. I used this route a few times when we shotKeep Her Hidden. It’s beautiful and a little off the beaten path so there aren’t many people around. It does lead into a small wooded area and then around a small pond. I continue to keep pace with my music, each foot hitting the pavement in tune to the beat. When the song changes, I run even faster.

Glancing next to me, Bradley is breathing hard but is keeping up with me, and before I know it, we have done two loops around the pond. I look down at my watch and see we have run three miles in about forty minutes.Not bad for someone who used to hate running.I start walking, and Brad slows his pace to match mine, never leaving my side. He puts his hands on his hips and takes a deep breath, scrunching his nose as he does so.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve run that long. Most of my workouts of late have been weights or stunt training.” He points and waves his hand in front of him. “This is nice. Pretty.”

“Yeah, I ran this path last year when we were filming, too. I like how there aren’t a lot of people out here. It’s quiet.”

“Did you used to run this path alone?” I hear the concern in his voice.

I shake my head and put my hands on my thighs, trying to get my breathing under control again. “No, I usually brought someone with me.” I motion for him to follow me. “Come on, I’m starving and you owe me an orgasm.”

He smirks. “I didn’t beat you.”

“No, but I want one anyway.” I start running and call over my shoulder, “Last one back’s the rotten egg.”

* * *

As it turns out,I’m the rotten egg, but only by seconds. I know he didn’t want to run too far ahead of me, but he has long legs and I’m sure he could have outrun me by minutes. We step into the waiting elevator, and as the doors slide closed, he presses me against the wall and lowers his lips against mine, forcefully stealing a kiss.

I jump and wrap my legs around his hips as he helps lift me up by my thighs. His hands move up to my ass as he squeezes tight.Can we stop the elevator right now so he can have his way with me?I tug his sweat-soaked hair back, and he lifts his head as I lick and suck at his neck.

The doors open on our floor, and he doesn’t even put me down, but carries me to my room as I continue to kiss him. I hand him my keycard, and he swipes it against the mechanism to open the door. I slide off his body and pull my shirt over my head, followed by my bra and then my shorts and panties. He pushes me back onto the bed and goes to work between my legs. He’s still clothed, and I don’t even care. His tongue and fingers roam over my folds, and I drop my head and arch my back.He sure knows what he’s doing.

A few flicks of his tongue and thrusts of his fingers, and I’m clenching around him, holding him to me as my body releases. Any tension I had leaves my body as I lie blissed out on the bed. He stands and wipes his mouth before pulling his clothes off. I grab his hand, pull him down onto the bed, and straddle his lap. I want to make him feel as good as he made me feel. I kiss him, tasting myself on his skin, and start moving my hips back and forth over his rigid length, slicking him up. I lean up and line myself up with him, then slowly lower myself back down.

“Fuck,” he moans. His hands move to my hips, but he doesn’t control the movements. I set a steady rhythm, making sure to rub myself against him as I move. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl, riding my cock like that.” My movements falter as those words leave his lips. He opens his eyes and smiles. “Are you my good girl?”

“Oh, God, yes,” I moan.

“I want you to be my good girl and come all over this cock.”

He grips my hips and rolls me over so he’s on top, thrusting hard and fast. I clench around him as my orgasm hits. “Oh, God,” I moan as I arch my back. He groans and grits his teeth. He swells inside me and I know he’s close. “Come in me.” I pull his face down to mine and seal my lips over his, swallowing his moans of ecstasy. He slows his movements and pulls out, lying next to me, his hand resting comfortably on his chest.

“I, um,” he starts and takes a deep breath, “I wasn’t going to do that. Not without protection. I couldn’t help it though, and then you told me to. It happened so fast.”

Is he going to make this awkward now?“It’s fine. Seriously. If you don’t want to in the future, we can use a condom. This just feels better, and I’m on birth control.” I turn my head to look at him. Now, to the important question. “Why did you call megood girl?”

He smiles and brushes some hair out of my face. “Do you like it?”

I bite my lower lip and nod. “So much.”