Page 46 of Notorious

“Not boring anymore?”

“No. It’s going to take a lot of work from both of us to save your campaign. While politicians have come back from a lot worse things than an unexpected wedding, this is an unexpected wedding to a porn star.” She quickly corrects herself: “Sorry, adult film star. You know I have nothing against people in unconventional professions. But a lot of voters aren’t as enlightened.” Her sigh’s so loud I think it moves walls. “Just … we need to come up with a way to turn the narrative back into something that we want.”

“I’ll meet with you soon,” I say. It’s important, but Johnny’s all that matters right now. “Tomorrow or the next day. Will that work?”

“I guess,” she whines, and despite everything, that makes me smile. She’s got my best interests at heart, even if she’s angry at me right now.

We say our goodbyes and hang up. Johnny is still on the balcony, but he’s moved to sit on one of the couches. Though he appears to be gazing out over the water, I suspect that he’s not seeing the waves or the Pacific Coast Highway but is lost in his thoughts.

I go out and sit beside him, and he wraps an arm around my shoulders. “You okay?” I whisper, leaning into his chest.

“Yeah.” His voice is hoarse. “Well, no.”

“Sorry, babe. How are you feeling?”

“I … I dunno.”

Is the stuff with his mom—his fears for her well-being, his frustration and sense of inadequacy—the only thing that’s got him so messed up? Or is there more going on? Not that there needs to be more, but … I feel like there is.

“Want to talk about it?” I ask.

“Not really.”

I want to be here for him, and I hope he feels safe talking to me, but ultimately, that’s what his therapist is for. “You sure?” I try.

He nods.

“Okay.” I give him a smile and snuggle into him. He doesn’t pull away or seem like he’s uncomfortable. On the contrary, he tightens his arm around me, holding me close. He seems to like to do that as much as I like him doing it.

Maybe he experiences life through his body, needing touch.

I need touch, too. I’ve been wanting it for a long time.

Moving slowly, to give him time to indicate if he wants me to stop, I shift so that I’m straddling his thighs. His nostrils flare, and he puts his big hands around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss.

I shiver, and it’s not from the cool ocean breeze. I love kissing Johnny. I love the scrape of his jaw against mine and how he tastes. How active he is. How single-minded he is when he kisses me. How his tongue delves into my mouth, taking over my body.

“Don’t treat me like I’m fragile,” he whispers when we pause to breathe. “This is helping.”

“Do you think it’s just dopamine?”

“Not sure what that is, but maybe. Or maybe I just like you.” His strong hands palm my ass and knead my butt cheeks. I start hardening, wanting to grind against him.

“Fuck,” I gasp. “You’re so beautiful.”

He gives me a crooked smile. “That’s my line. You’re the beautiful one, precious.”

Johnny reaches between us to undo my jeans. He glances up at me, hopeful. I’m lusting for him and already raring to go. Fantasy life part two.

I look around, though. We’re up on a bluff, but the balcony balustrade is glass—to preserve the view from indoors—and telephoto lenses exist. The last thing I need is sex pictures of Johnny and me hitting the internet. “Can we take this inside?” I ask, hopping off his lap and holding out a hand.

“Sure thing,” he says, and follows me into the living room. Before I even turn around, he’s dropped to his knees in front of me and is deftly unbuttoning my pants and tearing the zipper down, then bringing out my hard dick. With one rugged hand, he gives it a light stroke. Then he tugs me closer.

“Oh my god,” I gasp as Johnny’s lips close around my cock. “That feels so fucking … fuck.”

He lets out a deep chuckle from his chest, and I gently thrust into his mouth. He nods, and I slide farther down his throat. I try to be careful, not wanting to use him, but it seems he’s good with this.

He pulls off me just long enough to say, “Fuck my mouth, darlin’. I want to feel you get off.” Then he gets back to work—but not before sucking a finger wet so he can reach between my ass cheeks and go exploring.

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