Page 18 of The Actor and His Secret

‘Move,’ I order, and sure as fuck he does.

Adonis may never have fucked a guy before, but now I wouldn’t know it. He withdraws and then slams back in, and with the smallest tilt of my hips I adjust so that he hits me just right, making me cry out. He gets the idea, putting his hand on the back of my thigh and bringing my leg closer to my chest, continuing to thrust in and out and leave me breathless.

Sweat is dripping from his skin and his muscles are standing out from the motion. I’m torn between letting my eyes close and my head drop back onto the pillow so I can take it all in and memorise every sensation, and studying the exact way he’s moving so that I can remember what he looks like in this moment for the rest of my life.

I’m never going to top this. Too bad this was a one-night deal.

His abs are perfect as I run a finger down them, counting every ridge. I work my hand down and around to his ass, feeling how perfectly firm it is as he moves in and out of me. I want to ride this man like a horse, but I’m also not stopping him for a second, even to change positions.

Adonis bites his lip, his eyes screwing shut, and I can tell he’s close by the way his hips start to stutter, the motion growing less and less fluid. I release the chokehold I have on my pleasure, feeling the orgasm building at the base of my spine until the feeling is overwhelming.

‘I’m going to come,’ I warn, sliding down into the all-encompassing, overwhelming sensation of bliss. He hasn’t even touched me, my cock leaking between us. It doesn’t matter, because three more thrusts of his hips have me spilling over, crying out as my inner muscles clench him tight.

My orgasm sets Adonis off, and he roars as he comes, slamming into me with so much power that my hips come off the bed, my climax drawing out until I’m almost sobbing with the pleasure. I can feel him pulsing inside me, and it goes on and on until he’s finally collapsing on top of me in a sweaty, shattered mess.

‘Oh my fucking God,’ he pants. ‘Holy shit.’

I’m loathe to be left empty, but I reach down and guide him out before he can soften, pulling off the condom and tossing it onto the floor. I nudge at his shoulder and he rolls off of me, wrapping me in his strong arms as I snuggle into his chest, my leg thrown over his abs.

This is perfect. I never want this moment to end.

I thought that maybe Adonis would fuck me once and then get up to leave, like maybe he has somewhere better to be. But he just lies there, carding a hand through my hair.

If he’s not going to go, maybe I’m still Cinderella and have a few more hours until midnight. I’m going to make the most of every second.

‘So,’ I say as we both catch our breath. ‘How long until round two?’

8

NIKOS

I can’t take my mind off Honey. Even my body refuses to forget him. His touch lingers on my skin, his taste on my tongue. I can see my swollen lips in the reflection of the oval plane window at my side. If I tug at my collar, it will reveal a faint bruise Honey left as he sucked and nipped at my neck.

I fight the urge to lift a finger and touch the tender skin, knowing Selina is watching me with keen interest.

‘Late night?’ she asks, finally breaking the silence I was being punished with since she picked me up this morning. I had to pin her my location so the driver could find me. And as I slipped into the leather seat beside her, I could see from the shadows beneath her eyes that she’d not slept a wink.

Neither did I, but my exhaustion is justified. My night had been spent buried deep inside a man I didn’t even really know. My little secret - my dirty distraction.

‘So we’re talking now?’ I ask.

Selina’s lip curls and she swears at me in Italian. ‘Vaffanculo, Nikos. Did you expect hugs and kisses this morning, after you’ve single-handily driven me to the brink of insanity with your little disappearing act last night?’

I’ve opened the floodgates of her fury. Like dominoes, one falls, and the rest follow. ‘I spent most of last night, not celebrating the film’s release, but having my ear chewed off by the production company. Where is our star? Where is Nikos? Four hours I spent putting out fires. Hours, Nikos. I was on the phone with the studio representatives in LA until three AM. Do you understand what kind of trouble you’re in?’

‘I can guess,’ I reply, knowing now isn’t the moment for a retort that would piss Selina off more. The best thing to do, when she gets like this, is let her get it all out. No point apologising until the balloon of her tension has completely deflated.

‘Well.’ She snatches a small bottle of gin from the lavishly stocked table of the private jet, flicks off the lid, and practically downs the entire thing in one. ‘You can blame yourself for the extension the studio has arranged. They’re not satisfied that you broke one of your contractual obligations. And because of that, we’re heading back to London after Paris for more interviews, TV appearances, talk shows… you name it, Nikos Ridge, and you earned it.’

I look towards the vodka and cranberry I’d made on instinct which I’d left untouched. For the first time in a long time, I hardly notice the alcohol before me. I know why I don’t want to drink it. If I do, it will wash the sweet taste of Honey from my lips and tongue. I’m not ready to forget him just yet.

‘Could be worse,’ I say, leaning back on the leather seat, arms folded.

‘Could be worse?’ Selina repeats. ‘Could be worse?!’

Oh, I’ve really done it now.

‘This is coming from the man who has spent the last three months whining and moaning about going back to New York. Everything you’ve worked towards, and the moment that is taken away, you say ‘could be worse’?’

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