Page 62 of Princes of Hollywood

I fall back, and they follow me as I head into my room. Throwing open the curtains, I let in the light and the view of the ocean. As a kid, I could only dream of a house like this. Near the ocean, lots of things to do. It’s pretty sick.

“I apologize for the mess.” I turn to find Aiden standing in the doorway while Greer picks up my discarded clothes. I might feel a little shame, but when she bends over, she flashes me her curvy ass.

Fuck, I love ass. The number of women I’ve convinced into a little ass play is staggering. I’m curious how Greer will react. She didn’t tense in the shower, and that makes me wonder how curious our little assistant is.

I open my closet door, and she follows the trail of clothes into it before dropping it all in the hamper. She straightens and her gaze takes in everything in my closet. I’m not a neat freak like the others, but I try.

She glances over her shoulder. “Do you mind if I rearrange a little?”

“Go ahead, poppet.” I sit on the edge of the bed and watch her. She’s a little enigma. Her voice was enough to spark my interest on the phone, but when she showed up wearing a T-shirt that swallowed her whole and pants that left everything to the imagination, the urge to discover her secrets consumed me.

I fall quick for women and then lose interest in a week or two. Usually, there’s just not enough spark to maintain the fire, and eventually it flickers out.

Greer…Fuck, I knew she had walls up. Being an actor usually gets me around some walls because people think they know me. You better believe I take advantage of that shit. But when I stood up for her and she fell apart, it made my heart ache in a way I’ve never felt before.

In that moment, I wanted to be her champion. I wanted to face all her demons and destroy whatever put that sad look in her eyes.

The only problem: I’m not that man.

Fuck. I know it. The guys know it. And I’m pretty sure Greer knows I can’t be that man.

But when she’s near me with her sweet vanilla scent and that husky voice, all I want to do is wrap her in my arms and fuck her brains out. But I’d definitely hold her after.

She slips out of my closet and into the bathroom, returning with a few pairs of boxers to add to the hamper in the closet. She glances at me before saying, “Maybe you can help me determine what’s work wear and going-out wear and home wear?”

“Of course, poppet. But first I want to play with you more.” I move to block the closet opening, hanging my fingers on the trim above the door and leaning in. I love making her come. Knowing that no one else got her there is a rush. I can’t wait to make her come on my cock.

Her eyes take in every inch of my sculpted figure. I’m proud of my body. I work hard to look like this. It gets me parts and lots of pussy. Right now, I just want to see how far Greer is willing to let me push her.

Her darkened eyes practically glow, and her lips part. Yeah, she wants another fucking orgasm, and I’m just the guy to give her one.

“Not sex, poppet.” Pretty sure I could have fucked her yesterday up against the wall while her ex listened. Or earlier in her bathroom. Or in the shower. Fuck, to be naked with her and not thrust my cock into that sweet, tight pussy was torture. But she’s like a fine wine. She needs to breathe a little before I drink her.

Aiden sits on my bed. “You don’t have to do anything he asks you to, little warrior.”

I don’t bother giving him the finger. Instead, my gaze remains fixed on her as she worries her lip. Those wide brown eyes flit from my eyes down my body to the clothes.

“I should keep working.” She sighs like that’s the last thing she wants to do. Or I’m just convincing myself that’s what it means because I want to play with her.

“Technically, you don’t work for us. Yet.”

Her wide eyes lift and search mine.

I’m an open fucking book, so I’m not worried what she’ll find. I want her. I want to explore her divine little body. I want to make her come so loud that everyone in this house hears it.

“Come on, poppet.” I turn on the charm. “I know you want to play.”

“You won’t get anything done with him hounding you,” Aiden concedes. “If you want, I can leave you two alone.”

Disappointment and a flicker of rejection crosses her face.

I hold my hand out to stop him from getting up. She wants Aiden, but his cold attitude will destroy my little poppet. When she worries her lip, I give her my best coaxing smile.

“Aiden isn’t going anywhere, poppet, because he likes seeing you naked and writhing in pleasure, even if it’s at my hand.” I glance over my shoulder at Aiden’s purposefully blank face. “Don’t you, Aiden?”

He rolls his eyes at me, knowing exactly what I’m doing, before saying, “Come here, Greer.”

She slides between me and the door frame, putting her hands on my body. Sparks ignite beneath my skin at her touch. I turn to watch her make her way out to Aiden.

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