Page 57 of Playing With My Heart Strings

I take a deep breath as I enter the lobby. The front desk receptionist is busy and there aren’t any producers around, but I don’t want to risk an elevator run-in, so I walk as fast as I can down the hall to the stairwell.

I take the stairs two at a time until I get to the fourth floor.

My knuckles rap against the wood grain of her door, and within seconds, the lock clicks and the door swings open.

A mix of shock and confusion paints Baylor’s features, but I don’t give her the opportunity to ask questions before I wrap my hands around her waist, smash my lips against hers, and walk her backward into her room, letting the door slam behind us.

“What are you doing here, Dusty?” she gasps between kisses. “Do you need something?”

“You. I need you,” I rasp out as her hands wander up my body.

“We could get in so much trouble for this. I could get kicked off the show.” Her actions don’t match her response, as her hand fists my hair and she pulls me closer to her.

“I don’t care. Fuck the rules.” I pull away slightly, looking down into her deep-brown eyes. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

She tries to ignore me, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me again, but I pull away more.

“Tell me you don’t want to do this, and I’ll stop, Baylor.”

“I can’t. I don’t want you to stop.” She looks up at me through thick eyelashes, andfuck,I’m a goner. “I want this. I wantyou.”

A guttural, nearly animalistic noise escapes me, and I place my hands on her jaw, lowering my mouth to hers. I lightly nip at her bottom lip, sucking on it as she lets out a soft moan. As she parts her lips, I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss, our tongues entangling with each other in a slow, sensual dance.

I run my hands down her neck and torso until they find their place on her hips, and I lift her up so her legs are wrapped around me. She grinds her hips into me, her center rubbing against my hard length.

“Fuck,” I groan. I walk us over to her bed, lowering her down in the middle of the mattress as I climb on her.

“Shoes.” She laughs.

“Great idea,” I mumble into her neck. “Shoes, clothes, all of it can go.”

I back myself up so I can stand again and kick off my boots, tossing them near the dresser and television. Baylor lies on the bed, resting on her elbows, looking at me with a mix of amusement and lust.

“What are you waiting for, darlin’? Take them off.” My voice rumbles in my throat, and a breath catches as she hooks herfingers in the waistband of her leggings, peeling them off slowly, teasing me.

Every second is torture as she reveals each inch of her skin. Finally, she bends her knees, pulling the pants completely off and leaving her in her shirt and underwear. Before I can move, she grabs the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head at another achingly slow rate. But it gives me the time to really look at her, to admire her body and her beauty.

“Fuck, Baylor. The things I want to do to you right now.” I step closer to the bed, fully intending to climb on top of her, but she sits up and places a hand on my chest to push me away.

“Not so fast, superstar.” She looks at me again with those siren eyes before her hands fumble with the button on my jeans, unhooking them. In one fell swoop, she pulls down my jeans and boxers, letting my cock spring free.

Her eyes widen at first glance, but any concern she may have had disappears in a split second as she climbs off the bed and lowers herself to her knees. She fists my cock, pumping it in her hand a couple times before wrapping her mouth around the head.

Baylor swirls her tongue around the tip then takes me deeper in her mouth. I swallow the lump in my throat as I close my eyes. She’s so good at this. Too good. Any longer and I might burst.

“Baylor,” I moan as she hums around me, my tip hitting the back of her throat. “Baylor, please.” I’m stuck between wanting more and wanting to stop. The urge to grab a fistful of her hair and fuck her mouth is strong, but the desire to feel her clench around me is stronger. I manage to muster enough strength to pull myself out of her mouth, the suction making a popping sound as my cock leaves her lips. “Get up.”

She listens, standing so the backs of her knees are pressed against the bed.

I hook my hands around her back, unclasping her bra and letting her breasts spill out. Moving her so she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, I lower my mouth to her nipple as I palm her other breast. As her back arches, pushing her tits closer to my face, I glance up at her. Her eyes are shut, her mouth gaped in pleasure.

I lightly nip, my teeth grazing her sensitive peak before unlatching my mouth and moving to the other one, giving it an equal amount of attention. “Your tits are perfect.”

She hums in approval as I kiss down her stomach, reaching the hem of her panties.

“How wet am I going to find you, Baylor?” I purr, kissing the thin fabric covering her.

She doesn’t answer as her breath hitches in her throat. I slide my hand under her waistband, reaching down the front of her. She’s soaked, her arousal already coating my fingers.

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