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  “Any place in particular you want to go to?” she says.

  The last time I went to a public bar was almost ten years ago, and that was back in Texas. Being successful at what I do is great, and it comes with an unbelievable lifestyle. However, lack of privacy is the price we have to pay for our fame. I’ve come to terms with it, but that means that I have absolutely no clue of nice bars in LA, even if it’s my city. When I want to have a drink, I do it at home or at a friend’s house. Even then, it’s rare. Especially when we’re shooting. I go to bed early and wake up early. That’s not what people think when they think of movie stars. The reality is vastly different from the public perception.

  I must say, though, that not every actor lives as I do. Many of them live like rock stars, partying all night and then showing up to work the following morning red-eyed with a massive hangover. Acting is my first love. It’s always been, and when I’m working, nothing comes between me and giving the best in my work.

  “It’s just a bar,” Grace teases. “We’re not buying a house.”

  I laugh. “You choose.”

  “Okay. Let’s go to the Alms. Have you heard of it? It’s a cocktail bar.”

  “Nope, but it sounds good.”

  She smiles at me, and my heart skips a beat like a fucking novice. Still, I’m loving this crazy reaction I’m having to Miss Grace. It makes me feel like a kid again, which is great seeing as I’d become pretty jaded in the last few years.

  Grace is an expert driver. I remember how exhilarating it had been to watch her drive the rig. I’d been as horny as fuck, but thank God I’d been sitting in the back where no one could see me. Even now, watching her navigate her car through traffic, I can’t help but fantasize how it would feel like to have her straddling me and riding me like that rig. Fuck. I have to get some action tonight, or else my dick will explode.

  She finds parking at the back of the bar, and we make our way to the front. I follow her in while checking out her ass. Like the rest of her, it’s perfect, encased in dark pants that cling to her curves.

  The interior of the cocktail bar is lively, and the clientele are professionals who’ve come to let loose and relax after a hard day at work.

  “Where do you want to sit?” Grace asks. “You look like a guy who likes to sit at the bar.”

  “Wrong. Let’s get a table.” She isn’t wrong. I like sitting at the bar when I’m with the guys or with a woman with whom I don’t have much to talk about with. But Grace intrigues me. I want to get into her psyche and know what makes her tick. There is more to her than she lets on, and I’ve noticed that she talks very little about her personal life. As a person used to hiding their identity, I can spot a kindred spirit, and Grace is one. I have no clue why she is so private, seeing that she has had a regular childhood and job. Maybe it’s just my imagination. It wouldn’t be the first time it has led me astray.

  I pull out a chair for her, and after she sits down, I sit down on the one opposite. Excitement courses through me as I look around. It feels so fucking good to be out in public with no one coming to ask me for an autograph or a picture. It is more than exciting. It’s exhilarating.

  A soft laugh breaks out of Grace. “You look like a boy who has just received a new toy. I know the Alms is good; I just didn’t know it was that good.”

  I laugh. “I haven’t been a bar in ages. I love the energy here.”

  “I’m glad you like it,” she says, an amused look on her face.

  The server comes to take our order. I ask for a beer as does Grace.

  “You look like a wine person.”

  She chuckles. “I hate the taste of wine, but I drink it when I’m forced by the occasion to do so.”

  “What kind of occasion would that be where you had to drink a different beverage from what you like?”

  The laughter leaves her face. “I once dated this guy, and when I accompanied him to his work events, he insisted that I drink wine. Apparently, it’s unladylike to drink beer.”

  “That’s bull,” I say hotly. “He was an idiot and full of himself.”

  Grace smiles. “I thought so too. That’s why I got rid of him.”

  “Smart woman.”

  The server brings our beers and pours them into glasses. When she leaves, Grace takes a long sip, and when she sets her glass back on the table, she has a foam mustache.

  I chuckle and reach out to brush it off with a finger. “As lovely as you look with a mustache, I’m thinking you might not want it there.” Pure, raw need races through me as I touch her. It has been too long if a simple touch with a finger has the power to get me so hot.

  “Thanks,” she says. “Go on, taste yours.”

  We’ve ordered a microbrew specially made for the bar, as the server told us. I reach for my glass and take a long sip. It has a nice malty taste, and it flows down my throat smoothly.

  “I like it.”

  Grace giggles and then reaches out to wipe my foam mustache just as I did hers. As she’s about to withdraw her hand, I capture it, turn it around and kiss it. When I look up to meet her gaze, her eyes are smoldering with passion. I feel like I’ve stumbled upon an early Christmas present, and I can’t wait to get home and rip it open.

  Chapter 3

  Grace

  I can’t even use the excuse of a drink to explain why Jack and I are headed to my place. I’ve only had two beers, my absolute maximum when I’m driving. He had three beers, and they don’t seem to have affected him. We’re both in our right minds when we decide to continue the date at my place.

  However, I have one stop to make before we get home. I bring the car to a stop outside a convenience store and turn to him.

  “We need to buy condoms.” My voice trembles with embarrassment. It gives away the fact that I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what the etiquette is, but I do know that I don’t have condoms at home, and I’m definitely not sleeping with anyone without taking precautions. Even the delectable Jack.

  “No worries. I’ll go in and grab some,” he says in an easy voice that tells me he has done this before. Foolishly, a pang of jealousy spears through me, and I immediately scold myself. We’re not sixteen years old. We’re not even in a relationship.

  As Jack gets out of the car and strolls to the convenience store entrance, a cold sweat breaks out on my skin. What am I doing? It’s crazy to take a strange man home. He could be a serial killer for all I know. Plus, I’m not that kind of girl. What if my parents could see me now? What would they think?

  I know very well what they would think. They would be sure that my genes were showing themselves because no matter who I was now, the fact remained that I’d been brought into this world by two crazy people.

  I spot Jack strolling back to the car in a swagger that wipes all coherent thoughts from my mind. I squeeze my thighs together to ease the ache that comes over me. I feel as if I’m caught in a whirling tornado that I can’t escape. I don’t want to escape either.

  “All set,” he says as he settles back into his seat.

  “Here we are,” I say when we get to my block of apartments.

  “Thanks for driving us,” he says as if we’re on a work trip rather than an escapade to satisfy our lust.

  In all that time we were at the Alms, I tried to give myself all sorts of reasons why I should ignore what my body was telling me. Jack and I work together. Sleeping with him would create all sorts of awkwardness. My mind came up with a rejoinder. He wasn’t going to be at the station for long. If he decides to be a firefighter, he’ll most likely go for training elsewhere. So, working together is not a consideration.

  He’ll think I’m loose for sleeping with him on our first day, but my body doesn’t care. All I care about is to feel those massive hands on my skin and his full lips against mine. I don’t care what he’ll think of me afterward. I’ll deal with it then. Besides, I’ve never had a one-night stand. I’d like to have that on the list of crazy things that I’ve done.

  With th
at, I lead the way into my building and to the elevator. The doors close, and Jack surprises me by taking me into his arms. He kisses me softly at first, nibbling my lips as if studying them first. My heart pounds in my chest as I lose myself in the taste and scent of him. I forget that we’re in an elevator as he pulls me tightly against his thick bulge. My body comes alive and aches for more. I press my aroused nipples against his chest, and he groans into my mouth. A sound that goes straight to my soaked center.

  A jolt brings me back to the present, and Jack breaks the kiss.

  “I want to do dirty, hot things to you,” he whispers into my ears, and my legs turn to jelly and threaten to buckle under me.

  I feel wild and reckless as I lead the way to my front door. Jack steps up behind me and wraps his arm around me. He kisses my neck, and I let out a soft moan. His hands slide up to cup my breasts possessively. I fumble with the key as his thumbs graze across my nipples.

  “We’ll be here all night if you keep doing that,” I tell him.

  He chuckles and drops his hands. I open the door and step in, holding it open for him. I shut the door, and then those big, masculine hands are on me. This time, his kiss is demanding as he presses me to him.

  Moans surround me before I realize they are coming from me. With his kisses, Jack invades all my senses. He tastes like spice and danger. His hands cup my ass, setting my body on fire, and my arousal builds up to unbearable levels. I need more and thread my fingers through his thick wavy hair.

  He draws back and stares into my eyes. His eyes are a dark shade of blue, and I shudder with longing as I hold his gaze.

  “I want you naked,” he growls. “Let’s take this to your bedroom.”

  I take his hand and lead the way down the hallway, all the while caught in a haze of lust firmly in control of my actions. I feel no shame as I take him to my room and shut the door behind us.

  He takes me into his arms again and kisses me while his hands pull down my pants. I help him by sliding them over my hips and then stepping out of them. I groan when Jack pushes his thick bulge against my soaking panties.

  He trails kisses from my mouth to my jawline and neck, cups my breasts through my top before he starts to pop open the buttons. When they are all undone, I shrug out of it as Jack descends on my breasts. He sucks my breasts through my lacy bra.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he says. “I can’t wait to have you under me, wet and ready.”

  His words make me blush. I’ve never been with a man who was so brazen about his intentions, and I like it. He reaches around my back and snaps open my bra like a man who has done it a thousand times. It doesn’t matter, I tell myself. Besides, a man who looks like Jack is bound to have women throw themselves at him, just like I’ve done. It’s a disturbing thought, and I push it out of my mind.

  He inhales sharply as he stares at my breasts. I’m a curvy girl, and I have bigger than average boobs and hips. I keep the latter in control because of the regular workouts at work. My hips are big but firm.

  “Perfect,” he murmurs and then closes his mouth around a pert nipple while his hand teases the other one.

  I arch my back and moan as the things he does with his mouth go straight to my lady parts. His hands and tongue evoke hunger in me that I didn’t know I was capable of.

  Jack straightens up and captures my lips in his mouth again. He kisses me and slides one hand between my thighs. I tremble when Jack’s hand slips under my panties to my wet center and gasp as he drags his thick fingers over my slit, grazing over my clit. He does this several times, and all I can do is cling onto his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin.

  “Please,” I whimper as he rubs me and teases my clit with flicks of his finger.

  He pulls away and takes my hand. “I want you on the bed.” His voice is thick with lust, and it intensifies my own arousal.

  I’m panting as I lie on the bed watching him undress. First, the shirt comes off to reveal a muscular chest that makes my fingers itch to run my hands over it. He unbuckles his belt and unzips his trousers. My eyes almost pop out when he drops his pants to reveal tented boxer briefs. He pulls them down, and his huge cock springs free, jutting out of his body.

  Instead of coming to me like I expect him to, he fists his huge cock while staring at my body. He strokes his cock in long, slow movements. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My body lurches, desperate for him. My pussy floods with wetness and heat. I would love to continue watching him, but I have a greater need. I need his body on me.

  “I want you,” I tell him.

  He grins. “I was hoping you’d say that.” In two strides, he’s on the bed and pulling down my panties. I wriggle out of them and kick them off when they reach my feet. Jack pushes my legs apart and brings his head down to my juicy center. I cry out when he takes my clit into his mouth and sucks on it.

  “I want to hear you scream, babe,” he says.

  He pushes his tongue in and out, and I raise my hips to get as much of it as I can. “Oh, God, yes,” I cry out. In seconds, I’m whimpering as an explosive orgasm rocks my body. It takes a few seconds to believe that I came within moments of Jack touching me. I don’t know whether to be embarrassed or impressed.

  Neither is necessary, it turns out. Jack wipes all thought from my mind when he rolls a condom down his cock and then lifts my legs onto his shoulders. He drags the head of his cock up and down my slit, igniting fresh heat through me. I raise my hips, desperate for more friction.

  “Tell me want you want,” Jack says, a wicked grin pulling at his lips. “What do you need?”

  I’m not a vocal person, but with Jack, I find myself wanting to say dirty things out loud. “I want you.”

  He chuckles and continues torturing me with his gorgeous tool of pleasure. “You have to do better than that, Grace.”

  “I want you to fuck me with your big cock.” A thrill goes through me as the words leave my mouth. I’ve never been this dirty, this brazen. I like it.

  “Fuck, Grace, that made me almost cream myself,” Jack growls.

  The teasing stops, and the next thing I feel is his cock prodding my entrance. My body tenses in anticipation, and I pant as if I’ve been running a marathon. I want to remember everything about this night. Nothing like this has ever happened to me. From having sex with a guy I’ve only just met to this explosive sex where a side of me that I didn’t know comes out, Jack is the most skilled lover I’ve ever had. I’ve never come within seconds of a man eating me out.

  I look down at his cock. Thick, huge, and lined with veins. I’ve never been with a man that big either. I should be worried that he’ll hurt me, but for some reason, I can’t explain, I trust Jack.

  Then he plunges into me in one swift movement, and I cry out in a mixture of pleasure and surprise. He stays still, buried to the hilt.

  “Oh God,” I whimper as I feel impossibly filled. His cock pulses inside me, pushing my walls apart.

  “You’re so tight, so sweet,” Jack says.

  I’m not capable of forming words. All I know is that I’ve never felt as I feel now. I don’t care about anything else except keeping Jack inside me.

  Chapter 4

  Jack

  It hits me as soon as I take her to her place that Grace is not the kind of woman I’m used to. She’s beautiful and sweet and innocent. Sweat drips down my face at the effort I need to keep myself from coming.

  I stay still to give her body time to get used to my size and also to bring myself back under control. I look down on her and meet her trusting gaze, and I feel like a bastard. I can bet my last dollar that Grace has never had a one-night stand. And I know that to her, this is not simply casual sex as it is for me.

  She’ll want more, and regret floods me. I shouldn’t have come home with her. I feel as if I’m soiling her pure heart. She’s not like the crazy women I’ve been involved with in the past.

  “More,” she says, pulling me back into the present.

  The urge to come
is gone, and I slowly pull out, drawing out our pleasure for as long as I can. I groan as her pussy walls clench around me as if milking me. I turn my mind away from the gorgeous woman under me and try to think of mundane stuff. Anything to keep from coming. I’ve never had this problem before, but then again, I’ve never been with a woman who could probably count the lovers she’s ever had on one hand. It’s exhilarating to know that I’m not a face in an anonymous list of men who’ve slept with Grace.

  We lock eyes as I thrust in and out of her. It’s weird, but it feels more than sex. More than the physical. I try to shake off the alien feeling, thrust harder, and Grace screams. She wraps her legs around my neck as if to bring me closer. A need to kiss her comes over me, and I gently lower her legs and lean forward. I capture her mouth in mine, and she digs her nails into my shoulders. She rolls her hips in time to my thrusts and lets out whimpers that go straight to my cock. I drive into her until she screams as an orgasm comes over her.

  “Jack,” she says until her voice goes hoarse.

  It helps that in my job I’m used to taking on other characters, and it doesn’t seem odd to me for a woman to shout another dude’s name. Hell, I’ll take on any name just to see her writhing with pleasure like this.

  I’d planned to ride through her orgasm and make her come again before letting loose, but I’m unable to help myself. I groan as the mother of all orgasms rocks every part of me, and for a few seconds, my vision goes black.

  I pull myself out and get off the bed. I assume that the door on the other side leads to the bathroom, and I head there to clean myself up. I have this weird thing that I have to take a shower after sex.

  This situation, however, is a first for me. I’ve never not been in my own environment where I’m calling the shots. Still, I need that shower. If Grace complaints about it, then so be it. I turn on the shower and adjust the settings to warm. I reach for her shower gel and grin when I see that it’s a floral fragrant. I’ll smell like Grace when I leave the shower, but I’m not complaining. I squeeze a generous amount into my hand and rub it all over myself from head to toes. It’s when I’m rinsing myself that a knock comes on the door. Before I can answer, it swings open.