Page 13 of Hollywood Fairytale

“Luke,” I moaned, arching so that every inch of me that could, touched his long, toned body.

My breast popped out of his mouth and he ran his tongue up the column of my neck. “Where’s your vibrator?”

“What?” His question shocked and embarrassed me. He knew that I owned more than one because I’d used them a few times while we Face Timed, but it was still embarrassing.

“Your vibrator. I want to use it on you while I taste you.” He growled, nipping at the shell of my ear.

“In the top drawer. Push down on the bottom and it will lift up.”

“A secret compartment?” he smiled down at me deviously.

“So, Mason doesn’t find them.”

“Smart and beautiful.”

Pulling out my simplest vibrator, Luke moved down my body. His lips glided over every inch of me until they met where I wanted him most. My back arched off the bed the instant his tongue swirled around my already swollen clit and he pumped my vibrator in and out of me to the same rhythm as his tongue.

“Luke,” I moaned and continued to chant his name over and over again as his magical tongue and mouth, along with my vibrator sent me over the edge until my body was languid and spent.

Kissing up my frame, Luke untied my hands and they immediately delved into his hair, pulling him to me.

“That was amazing,” I breathed heavily still trying to catch my breath.

“So, you’ll let me do it again sometime?” he asked, licking and biting on my bottom lip.

“Definitely if you wear those glasses. Will you let me tie you up sometime?”

“I think that can be arranged.” He winked at me with those sexy as fuck glasses on.

7

Standingin front of my bathroom mirror, I straightened another section of hair. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Even from my bathroom, I could hear him chuckle as he reclined on my bed reading over something. I wasn’t sure what he’d been going over since he finished getting ready. All I knew was that Luke didn’t have on his glasses. For that I was thankful because if he did, we would have been late or not have made it at all to Mason’s school Sock Hop.

“Am I going to be a part of your and Mason’s lives?” he asked from the doorway. I hadn’t heard him move from the bed.

Looking at him through the mirror, I answered. “I hope so.”

“I sure as hell hope so. If I’m not working, then I want to be wherever you are. I know right now things are kind of in the air until I talk to H@T about the shooting schedule, but if we can be together whether it’s here or there, I want to be with you and Mason. Part of being in your lives is going to Mason’s activities.”

He stopped long enough that I sat my straightener down and turned to see him looking uncertain.

“What is it?” I asked as I took the two steps to reach him. My hands instinctively went to rest on his firm pecs.

“Do you not want me there?”

“Oh, Luke.” I wrapped my arms around his middle and hugged him with all my might. When his arms squeezed me against him, I rested my head against his chest and breathed him in.

How could he think I didn’t want him there?

“I want you there and to be with you every second that I can. I’m worried about all the attention you’ll get. I don’t want you uncomfortable.”

“They’ll get used to it and stop paying attention eventually. Are you going to be uncomfortable?” he asked looking down at me, his hand running along my back.

“Yes, but not because of you.”

His brows furrowed. “Then why?”

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