Page 22 of Beneath the Fame

“You have no idea how bad I wanna lick that off you.”

My eyes were closed, but a grin spread over my face at the sound of Vanessa’s voice. When I opened them, I shook my head—my phone was pointed right at my dick, still half rigid, covered in my sticky white nut.

“That’s disgusting, Van,” I teased her as I used my clean hand to move the phone, bringing it back closer to my head. My screen was filled with her pretty ass, flustered face already.

She smirked. “You’re one to talk. I…don’t think a man has ever asked me to put my pussy on the phone just tohear itbefore.”

“Consider me your first.”

“ThatI certainly will.” She laughed. “Very…unexpected.”

“Did I answer any of those questions you said you had?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Unfortunately.”

“Whyunfortunately?” I asked, frowning at the phone.

“Because.” She sighed. “The answers have officially made beingprofessionalwith you that much harder.”

ChapterSix

VANESSA

I knewit was a mistake from the very start.

Like,duh.

From the moment I convinced myself to actually initiate the call, to the moment I brought him into the little ill-conceived scenario with me, IknewI was just making things weirder between us.

And yet…I couldn’t help it.

“Van…you okay?”

I blinked, looking up to see Elodie standing right in front of me, her face pulled into a concerned expression. “Huh?”

“I asked if you were okay,” she said, stepping a bit closer. “You look like you’re kind of in a daze.”

Iwasin a daze—thinking about Alec’s dick glistening with his cum.

But obviously I couldn’t say that.

Or…could I?

Something had gone wrong with a piece of lighting equipment mid-scene, so Elodie and I were on standby, waiting to get back to it. There were a few café-style tables just off set, so that’s where I’d chosen to hang out while the stylist made some fix to Elodie’s hair. Now she was back, and it was just the two of us in this little area, and…

“I had phone sex with Alec,” I whispered to her, making her eyes go wide.

She glanced around, double-checking that no one was nearby before she sidled closer to me, completely scandalized. “Biiiitch. Are you…you’re playing right?” she asked, and I shook my head.

“Nope,” I told her. “I’m very, very forreal.”

“Alec…Everett.Gentleman Alec?”

I huffed. “Girl…Gentleman Alecasked me if I knew how beautiful I looked with my fingers in my pussy, so…I’m having second thoughts about just how much of agentlemanhe really is.”

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Elodie murmured, shaking her head. “I wouldn’t have expected—wait! If it was phone sex, how…?”

“Video call, babe, keep up,” I urged. “I…it’s been a few days, and I…I don’t know how to talk to him, how to act around him…”

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