Page 6 of Anyone But the Superstar

Eyes on the bartender walking away with the money, he pauses as if he wants to argue, but then, as if thinking better of it, slides off the stool. ‘Hopefully, there’ll be a bunch more by the end of the night.’ He holds out his hand. ‘A night that involves a hotel room thatI’mpaying for.’

Thinking of my pitiful savings acquired from a year of teaching both Pilates and Paint and Sip art classes while finishing my master’s degree, I slide my palm into his. ‘Hotel room, huh? Sounds like a perfect place to get started on our practice.’

As if feeling shy, he ducks his head as he walks out of the bar with me, hiding another flash of teeth. ‘Well, they do say practice makes perfect.’

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FELIX

I make good choices. While my lawyers may disagree with me on that after my recent attempt to handle things myself, right now, with a pair of toned thighs wrapped around my head, I can say, irrefutably, that all of tonight’s decisions that led me to this moment were fucking fantastic.

Anne grabs fistfuls of my hair as I dip my tongue inside her then flick.

‘Yes.’ Her hips move in tandem with my mouth. ‘So good.’

Yes, it is. As is the sting of my scalp that tells me that while I may be out of practice when it comes to picking up women (mainly because I haven’t had to do the picking up since my first movie released), I’m most definitely not out of touch when it comes to pleasing a woman.

Sliding two fingers inside her, I press up as I suck her clit.

‘Fuck.’

Her whole body stiffens and my heartbeat, loud and fast, echoes in my head as her thighs tighten over my ears.

After a few tense seconds, during which I wonder if my neck muscles will hold out, her legs relax and settle on my shoulders.

‘Damn, John.’

A stab of guilt hits me over the fake name and how I leaned into the whole native Texan identity. At first it was easy, donning a new persona, just as I’ve done multiple times before. But somehow, when the other person in the scene doesn’t know it, it feels… shitty.

‘I take back what I said about the beard.’ Anne’s voice comes out in breathy pants. ‘Friction is my friend.’

My laughter chases away my thoughts and causes her legs to slide off my shaking shoulders. I can’t remember the last time I laughed in bed with a woman. Most of the time, I felt like they were trying to pose for selfies between orgasms.

‘A-plus, cowboy.’ Anne, eyes closed, lips parted in dazed satisfaction on her face, is the hottest thing I’ve seen in a while.

Pushing her legs wider, I kiss my way up her body. A smile ever-present on my face as I caress the soft skin over toned muscles.

Her blush-colored nipples stiffen and pucker.

‘Ah,gatinha.’ A language I haven’t spoken much in years falls from my lips. ‘Tão doce.’ I flick my tongue across a hard bud.

‘Mmmm.’ Her eyes open in a few slow blinks, looking like a sleepy, blonde-haired, brown-eyed angel. ‘I have no idea if you’re talking about the weather or calling me a dirty girl—’ she funnels her fingers through my overgrown hair, fisting control of my head once again and pushing it back down over her breast ‘—but either way, don’t stop.’

An angel with a devil’s mouth.

I let her guide me, but tilt my head back, wanting to watch her reactions to my tongue. Her smile rounds as my teeth graze her sensitive skin, her expression slackening when I suck. When she loses focus and closes her eyes once more to pleasure, I feelmore accomplished than when I won my last People’s Choice Award.

Pushing up off the mattress, I grab the strip of condoms my agent Jack thrust at me before he left the bar tonight and rip one off. He’d given them to me as a joke, knowing full well I’d sworn off women since?—

No. Don’t think about that.

If I start thinking about the shitstorm my life has been since the last time I let my guard down around a woman, it might impact my ability to put this condom on. And if that happened, I don’t think my dick would ever forgive me.

Tearing the foil open, I position the condom over the tip.

‘Hey, wait.’

I pause, halfway through rolling it on, as Anne struggles up to her elbows. Her eyes are glued to my dick, a frown marring her face.

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