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  Geez, it was just as difficult to get a handle on him as it was the stupid situation between us. A situation that was entirely of our own making.

  Ugh. It was all a mess. A messy mess that majorly stressed me out. I was always so good about putting my success at the forefront of my mind, of everything that I did. I guessed I really was just angry at myself for being so irresponsible.

  So, I resolved to burn it all off on the mat. If he wanted to spar me, then I was going to throw down. I didn’t care if he was a professional fighter with a weight class on me. If I could just concentrate long enough, I was sure that I could pull something from my bag of tricks that would allow me to beat an opponent twice my size, but every time I thought I had something, Mickey would move a certain way, or press himself against a new area of my body and my thoughts would go fluttering off again.

  I’d never had such a difficult time reigning in my thoughts before and focusing on purely the fight. In fact, that had always been one of my skills: being able to shut out the rest of the world until only me and my opponent remained.

  But I had no such luck with Mickey. My head was rushing, my heart was pounding, and tension was coiling in my middle, desperately begging for some kind of release.

  Why was I fighting it, anyways? I worked so hard and fought so long to get a leg up in Hollywood, to get the ball rolling and I finally had done just that. Why was I forcing myself to trudge through it, head down as I doggedly kept fighting for more, more, more instead of sitting back and letting myself reap the benefits of my hard work?

  I didn’t know, and I didn’t exactly have an answer, so with one last rush of energy, I lifted my head and gave in.

  I could feel Mickey’s ragged breathing stop, and it took me a second for my mind to catch up with my actions. With a spark of elation, I realized I was kissing Mickey.

  He didn’t react for what had to be a solid two seconds, and I was sure that I had just inadvertently ruined everything. To be fair, I was sending quite the mixed message with my unprompted action. But then he was winding his strong, thick arms around me and pushing our hips flush.

  I gasped, my core already beginning to react at the promise of him. I wanted him, so sharply, so acutely that it hurt. The warmth of him against me was sending all sorts of pleasant impulses through my brain and I knew that without a doubt, there was no coming back from the edge I had just thrown myself off of.

  But hey, I was a stunt worker. Throwing myself off high ledges was in the job description.

  Mickey proceeded to practically devour my face, drawing me back into the moment, out of my head that I liked to spend so much time in. He dominated the kiss, demanding, taking, but I loved everything that he was doing, and I wanted -no, needed- him to know that I was every bit as into it as he was.

  I was getting swept away in the heady rush of it all, but I didn’t even try to contain myself. I was so tired of holding back. Of always driving myself further and farther and never letting myself just enjoy. I was like lake that had been flooded far past capacity and had finally broken through the damn containing it. I was a force of nature, rushing, churning, broiling, and I wasn’t going to stop. I would cover the landscape, an unstoppable deluge, and take over everything that dared to stand in my path to pleasure.

  Mickey’s calloused hands were on the move again, and his fingers hooking into the bottom of my shirt. I raised my arms, breaking the kiss only long enough for him to rip it from my body with a level of force that made me absolutely dripping wet.

  “I want you,” he practically growled, leaning forward to catch my lips in his once again. I returned it, heart practically beating out of my chest, every bit of my body screaming for more!

  “You have me.” I breathed once he sat up, back going straight. I wasn’t sure what he was doing as he just sat there, his hands gripping my wrists and holding them to my sides. His eyes roved over me, lingering here, sliding along there. It was like he was committing me to the deepest parts of his memory and the thought made me blush.

  “You’re so damn perfect,” he muttered before bending down again.

  The sheer earnestness of his words made me utterly ache. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a lover who looked at me like he did. Who gazed down at me like I was some sort of celestial being that he couldn’t believe was in front of him.

  But if it was possible for someone to look at me so reverently, why had I ever settled for less? While I’d only ever had a handful of lovers since college, none of them made me feel how Mickey made me feel, all caught up and drowning in the pleasure of my own body.

  I was yanked out of my thoughts as Mickey’s lips found the side of my jaw, his teeth grazing against the skin there. He worked at my skin, pulling me deeper into the undertow of my euphoria as he kissed his way down the side of my neck. The pressure of his teeth increased as he reached my collarbone, perfect little bit of pain to counteract the pleasure. I loved it, I wanted to sink into it and never come up, but practicality washed over my head like a bucket of cold water.

  “Don’t mark me,” I rasped, although I wanted nothing more than to feel him mark me up like I was his. To have his passion and desire for me have physical proof. Everything was so much more intense than I remembered it being our first time, all the sensations building up on each other in an intoxicating rush.

  He pulled away, staring down at me with that intense gaze that made me feel like I might melt then and there. “Why?”

  “It’s not a good look on a female stunt worker. People might get ideas.”

  “Ah, I guess I’ll just have to be careful then.” He sent me that devilish, smarmy smirk, and then he was kissing me again.

  I wound my arms around his shoulder, wanting to fuse us together like we were one. Despite our size differences, he felt like he was made to fit against, me, and my thighs squeezed around him as if I could bind him to me.

  But certainly, he was too overdressed for the occasion. After I got my temporary fix of his ravishing kisses, I pushed him up far enough so I could grip his much athletic tank and yank it up over his head and shoulders.

  Once his top half was bare, I let myself drink all of him in. Sure, I had seen him topless in his promos, and definitely during our drunken tryst, but this was different. I was one hundred percent sober and pinned under him, able to feel his muscle and weight so intensely. I had never craved someone so thoroughly, and I found myself impatiently wanting to get to the good part, but also never let go of each other.

  Freedom from his shirt seemed to be a signal to him to escalate, because suddenly he was gripping my leggings and yanking them down my thighs. I had never been so grateful that I had shaved for the wedding, only a slight bit of stubble covering my legs.

  They resisted his grip at first, and for a second, I cursed how sweaty I got when I sparred or worked out, but Mickey didn’t seem to mind the challenge. His muscles went taut, and I hungrily looked at the striations until finally, he got me free of my pants and I was only in my underwear before him.

  “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” He murmured, voice low and dripping honey. I could feel myself thrum at the praise, wanting to hear more. “All these curves. All this soft skin.” He seemed mesmerized as his hands gripped my sides, squeezing gently. His thick, calloused fingers sank into my fat, but instead of looking disgusted, he seemed absolutely enraptured.

  While I wasn’t a shy person by any means, there was always that slight flicker of insecurity whenever I bared all of myself to a partner. But with the way that Mickey looked at me, there wasn’t a shred of trepidation. I felt like I was Aphrodite herself, born out of the sea only to end up under Mickey’s strong thighs.

  “Please,” I practically whined, trying to arch up into him. But his hands held me fast, pinning me to the floor and his eyes continued to rove over me. I was never a beggar in bed, but something about the strength of him, the way he took charge of everything, made me thirst for him in a way I never thought possible.

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bsp; “Please what?”

  “Kiss me.” I drew in a shaking breath. “Touch me. Take me.”

  I pulled him down to me again, but our lips only pressed together for a moment while his fingers went to work on the clasp of my bra. As soon as he released the fastening, he pulled it from my arms and sat up yet again.

  “God, so perfect for me, baby.”

  I barely heard him as his hands slid up from my side to cup my freed breasts, gathering them up and caressing them like they were holy. I moaned, far too loud, and I was reminded that our only privacy was the tent around us and there was an entire commercial being set up around us.

  God, this was so unprofessional. Any moment someone could walk in and ruin everything, but then his fingers ghosted over one of my pink buds, pulling another keening whine from me.

  “That’s it,” he said, his voice a low rumble that dripped of dominance and pride. “Tell me how much you like it, baby. Let me hear you.”

  “Can’t,” I whispered, a bit of panic at the danger of it all rising in me. But instead of dampening the pleasure, it made everything sharper. More intense. Like someone had placed a magnifying glass on all of the sensations swamping me.

  “Yes, you can. Just trust me. I’ll take care of you, baby.”

  Those words were like a catalyst inside of me and I full-body shuddered in his hold. My breathing picked up speed in my surrender, and when his lips encircled one pert nipple, I thought I might just up and explode right then and there.

  Suddenly the tension in my middle released, and my adrenaline began flowing in earnest. What I had previously thought was the ceiling of all the ecstasy I could feel turned out to only be the floor to another level.

  “Oh God, Mickey!”

  I could feel him smile into my soft skin as his tongue worked me over mercilessly. Just when I thought he reached the pinnacle, one of his hands came up, fingers encircling my neglected breast to give it the same treatment.

  Thoughts all blended together in an unchecked frenzy, and I thought I might go mad if I wasn’t already. Moans were flowing from my mouth like I was a lead with a whole monologue instead of a behind the scenes worker.

  I couldn’t say how long he worked me over, my bare back pressed into the plasticky surface of the mat below us, but I was sure that I had to be imagining everything. Nobody could be this good. Surely, if he was this mind blowing, I would have remembered it from our first time.

  Then again, I had been really, really drunk.

  When he finally stopped, I let out a huge breath that I hadn’t even been aware that I was holding. Mickey didn’t give me time to recover, however, sitting up to wrap his thumbs in the sides of my underwear and slowly slide it back into place.

  “You know, this area isn’t exactly private.”

  “Yeah,” I agreed breathlessly. “But it’s a little late for that.”

  “Well, late for the prelude maybe, but what do you say about finishing this up at my trailer?”

  I looked down the planes of my body at him, sitting there smirking. Technically I could stop this now, while lucidity was starting to come back to me. But my body was craving more. It wanted to be filled again in a way it only associated with him.

  Yummy.

  “Alright,” I said, sitting up slowly. Even with all my care, my head still spun. Geez, he really knew how to wreck a girl, didn’t he? “I’ll have the assistant tell Amelia she needs to warm up for a bit and to meet her team.”

  “Sounds perfect.”

  9

  Mickey

  I couldn’t believe it as I pulled Amber gently into my trailer. Her face was flushed, and her lips were swollen from all our kisses earlier, but that just made me want to kiss her more.

  God, was there a more perfect woman on this earth? I certainly didn’t think so. Every plane of her body, every curve, every dip, sang its own song to me. Becoming me to my undoing like a siren’s serenade, but I oh so desperately was willing to be undone.

  I could nearly curse myself for allowing my mind to be mottled the first time we had shared a bed with each other. She was a revelation and deserved every bit of my consciousness to worship her. To claim her. To revel in everything she had to give.

  I pulled her to me again, walking her backwards to one of the bench-like couches built into the wall of the trailer. I gripped her waist, my fingers sinking into her softness again, and pushed her down into a seated position.

  “What are you-”

  But I was already kneeling in front of her, demanding her lips again. I was still straining against my pants just like I had been since this whole thing started, and my body was crying out to be sated within her.

  But not yet. I wanted to hear her cry out. I wanted her thighs to shake and those precious little mewls that I only foggily remembered to pour from her mouth like water.

  I kissed her hard, I kissed her ragged. I kissed her until her nails bit into my back, trying to pull me closer to her. At that point, she was far too covered for my tastes, and I was pulling her leggings down once again, throwing them down towards the bedroom of my little hideaway.

  I didn’t have the patience to strip her upper half completely, so I settled for pushing her shirt up until it was puddled on top of her breasts and yank her sporty bra down. Her full bosom bounced out, nipples still bright and flushed from my previous attention to them.

  She was a work of art, my Amber. I sat back a moment and looked at her, the soft rolls of her stomach, the thick spread of her thighs, the pink that went from her cheeks all the way down to the top of her knees.

  But it wasn’t enough. Wasn’t nearly enough. I needed more.

  I hooked one hand under her right thigh and then placed it over my shoulder, yanking her hips to the very edge of the couch cushion. She let out a yelp that was too adorable, her hands scrambling for purchase.

  I didn’t give her time to steady herself. I wanted to devour her. To drink her up and show her everything that she deserved. I grabbed her other leg and hauled that over my shoulder too, my hands going to support her thick, perfect peach of a bottom.

  “Oh my god,” Amber breathed.

  I spared a single glance to her face, which she had covered with both hands. That flush to her cheeks was now a vibrant red, but I wanted that color to spread to more of her. And if I had anything to do with it, that would be very soon.

  I looked back to her center, which was now scant inches away from my nose. She was so pretty, so pink, and glistening for me. God, how wet she was should have been a sin.

  “Stop staring!” she whined, trying to pull her hips away. But I held her fast, my fingers digging into the soft, perfect give of her body, and then I dove right in.

  I licked a long stripe up her entire center which nearly made her buck out of my grip. She let out a surprised cry which fell on my ears like music. I needed her to orgasm, to drown in her pleasure until nothing else mattered anymore. Just us.

  “Oh my god, Mickey! Fuck!”

  That was more like it. I pushed my face further into her, relishing how her slickness coated my chin. I slid my nose along that sensitive bundle of nerves at her apex, using my tongue to stroke and map out everything else.

  And Amber seemed to love every moment of it. Her hands left her face only to grip at both my head and my shoulder. I knew that if my hair wasn’t so close cut, that her fingers would be buried in it. Maybe I would grow it out just for her, so she had something to hold onto while I ate her out of mind and soul.

  I pulled away just enough to catch my breath for a moment, licking my own lips and tasting her everywhere. Amber whined at the loss of contact, her eyes meeting mine.

  Fuck, she looked wrecked. The thought that I had done that to her, that I was actively doing that to her, was like a shot of adrenaline. I felt myself burning hotter, brighter, and my manhood was pulsing like it might combust if I didn’t get myself inside of her.

  But not yet, not yet at all. It would have to wait.

  “So delicious,�
� I murmured, leaning forward to catch her mouth in a quick, chaste kiss -folding her practically in half as I did so- before returning down below.

  She was so responsive, so superb below me. While I had always enjoyed being a giver, I found myself wanting to push it further, farther. To make sure I was burned into every part of her mind.

  Her fingers scrabbled against my scalp, trying to find purchase. What little of her hips were on the seat attempted to push off, to bring herself closer to my mouth. I shifted, using one hand to help her while the other slid up between her legs.

  “More,” she gasped as she felt me move. That was my girl, asking for what she wanted. I would give it to her. She’d never have to want for anything as long as I was there. She’d had too much of that already. “Mickey, I need more.”

  I rumbled into her, shifting my mouth upwards to encircle that sensitive bundle of nerves while two of my fingers slid into her. The sound that drew out of her had me leaking right then and there, and that feeling only grew stronger as I crooked my fingers, looking for that almost spongy sort of tissue that was up behind that little shelf that was her pubic bone.

  Right when I found it, I dragged my slick fingers along it at the same time I sucked on her bud.

  “Fuck! Mickey!”

  Yes, that was what I was looking for. The utter bewilderment, the shock in her tone that told me I was doing right by her. The game was over now, no more teasing, no more winding her up. I worked her over in double time, only pausing in suction to drag my tongue in different directions across her.

  It didn’t take long for words to leave Amber completely, filling my trailer with only the sounds of her pleasured gasps and cries. I was sure someone walking by could hear us, but I didn’t care. I wanted all of them to know that I was able to provide for her expertly.

  “I’m- Oh God, Mickey, I’m gonna-” her voice broke off in a whine as I added a third finger, changing my angle within her ever so slightly.