Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“I’ll go say bye to everyone.”
“I’ll be here.” He still hasn’t turned around or looked at me, but I know what I saw.
I know what I felt.
Mason wants more of last night, and I’m not strong enough to hold back.
These people can’t get out of here fast enough.
Chapter Sixteen
Mason
What is going on with me?
If that same scene had happened years ago, Denver and I would’ve play fought, wrestled, had fun, and it would’ve ended when one of us gave in or accidentally got a towel to the eye.
It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt.
This time, though, messing around, being pressed against him, I’ve never been more turned on in my life. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard that a few thrusts through layers of clothes could’ve sent me over the edge.
I wanted to kiss him. Since last night, I haven’t been able to get his mouth out of my head. All day, I’ve been reliving it. Hearing his moan every time he speaks. I was two seconds away from closing the gap so I could hear it again when I heard the PA coming.
She could’ve seen anything. I’m still not entirely convinced she didn’t see something. I’m not sure I was quick enough to move away. I made sure not to turn around because she would’ve seen the massive bulge in my jeans, and that wouldn’t look suspicious at all.
My insides are still buzzing, though.
Reggie comes to find me to thank me for all my help which is touching, but I scare the poor guy by jumping a mile high when he simply says, “Hey.”
I’m on edge, and I need to get a grip.
I haven’t even begun to find clarity in my feelings for Denver beyond not wanting to lose him and trying to hide my permanent hard-on around him today.
Seriously, he tells a contestant they did a good job, bam, my dick responds. He smiles at me from across the room, my dick gets happy. Worst of all—or is it best of all?—when we were messing around, all I could think about was holding him close while I came all over him.
That’s definitely not best-friend feels.
There’s that old saying, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Can absence make your dick grow fonder too?
I walk Reggie out after he’s done thanking me and notice aside from one more production assistant, Reggie’s the last to leave. When they’re both gone, I turn and shut the front door and lock it behind me.
I find Denver standing in the middle of his informal sitting area where he’d fallen asleep nearly every night last week, and our eyes lock.
My feet take tentative steps toward him as I approach cautiously. I’m waiting for him to ask me my thoughts on last night, but all he does is watch me with his stunning eyes. I’m thankful because all I could probably answer with is “I don’t know, but I want more of it.”
“They’re finally gone,” I say, stopping a few feet away from him. Any closer, I might not be able to contain myself.
“Finally,” Denver growls. Without warning, he grips my shirt and pulls me against him, slamming his mouth against mine.
I guess he’s the one who can’t contain himself. Unlike last night where he was hesitant, he’s all in now. He’s forceful and confident, and fuck if that doesn’t turn me on.
I’ve been wanting to do this all day. When I haven’t been watching Denver, I’ve been thinking about last night’s kiss and how much I wanted to pin him down.
My hands run down his back and grip his ass, pulling him against me so he can feel how hard I am already. If that doesn’t give him his answer to if I want this or not, I don’t know what will. You know, apart from me saying the actual words, but I’m not there yet. Doing this and admitting aloud what it means are two very different things.
Denver’s tongue tangles with mine, but it’s not enough. I want to push him against the wall or down on the floor. I want to get closer even though I’m already pressed against him.
He works his hands inside my flannel shirt and slips it off my shoulders, leaving me in my tight tank top. I want to lose more clothing, but I’m nervous.
This is different than I’m used to. Because he’s closer to my size? Because his mouth is forceful and takes the lead? Or is it that this is my best friend in the whole world and everyone I’ve been with for the last decade are women who only wanted me for my fame.
Denver and I, we know everything there is to possibly know about one another, but now … this is learning something new. I’m learning if I grip the back of Denver’s head, a little whimper leaves his mouth. If I kiss him harder and try to take control, he doesn’t back down. He trembles in my arms like he wants more but doesn’t have the courage to go for it.