Page 34 of Beneath the Fame

Once I’d recovered from that, I took her from behind in the shower like I had a damn point to prove.

Payback.

Which was what we were sleeping off now.

Or,had beensleeping off.

I watched, unreasonably enthralled, as her eyes slowly peeled open, initially confused by her surroundings. But then her half-awake gaze landed on me, and a little smile spread across her lips before she was able to tamp in down in favor of playing it cool.

I laughed. “Don’t try to front on menow.”

“What are you talking about?” she murmured, face buried in the pillow as she turned to the other side, facing away from me.

“Trying to act like this dick didn’t have you waking up with a smile,” I teased, slipping closer to her under the sheets. Neither of us had anything on—a fact momentarily forgotten, but quickly remembered as her bare skin came into contact with mine.

Shit.

I hadn’t been trying to start anything.

She pushed her ass backward, right into my groin, smirking as she half-turned toward me. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

I groaned as she pushed into me again, and reluctantly put a hand at her hip to stop the grinding motion she was starting up. “Please, Vee—we used my last condom, remember?”

She raised an eyebrow at me. “Damn. If only we were at a hotel that magically stocked everything a criminally horny couple might need for an unplanned overnight stay—oh,wait…”

Oh.

She was right.

I turned over, reaching for the drawer on the nightstand on my side.

Sure enough—single packs of condoms.

When I looked back at Van, she’d already fully shifted in my direction, quietly laughing.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Eager-ass motherfucker.” She giggled, and I couldn’t do a damn thing but laugh too as I pulled her onto my lap.

“This is all your damn fault,” I told her, giving up the condom to her willing hands before gesturing at my dick, now painfullyhard. “This is all you.”

“Is this part of theBelongs to Alec Everettpackage too?” she teased as she sank on to me. “Dick on demand?”

I shook my head as I adjusted my hips, tucking my hands behind my head to let her go to work. “Nowwhywould you bring that up again? That’s the type of shit that only sounds good when you’re waaaaywaydeep in it.”

“What?”

“It’s kind of wack.”

She laughed. “No, it’s not. I liked it. You really meant that shit, which was key to making it work.”

“Idefinitelymeant that shit,” I chuckled.

She leaned in, her hips still moving in a slow grind as she brushed her lips against mine.

“Prove it.”

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