Page 5 of Praise Me: Lumberjack
“To make me feel better.”
“Christ.”
Say no. You’ve got to say no.
But I don’t have a denial in me when she turns those hopeful eyes on me.
Beyond fucked, is what I am.
“Only for a minute.”
Her resulting smile almost drops me to my knees.
No wonder she’s a star. She’s a force of nature.
“My bed is in the back,” she says quietly, her fingers threading through my beard. “We’ll be most comfortable there.”
Comfortable?Ha.
I can feel the teeth of my zipper biting into my erection.
“How old are you?” I ask, carrying her toward the rear of the trailer, where I can see a full-sized, pink, frilly bed. Such a pretty spot to doom myself.
“Nineteen.”
“For fuck sake.”
“You?”
“Too old to be cuddling you, baby.”
With that, I lay her down on the bed and stand bare-chested over the A-list actress, her dark hair spread out behind her, her arms lifted to receive me. As if I’m not a complete ogre compared to her. “What is this, Jenna?”
“I want to feel your safety all around me,” she whispers. “I want it to press me down and anchor me.” When I hesitate, she takes a deep breath. “Please, Penn? I’ve been floating. Come tie me down, just for a little while. Hold me.”
Saying no to her authentic plea is impossible.
So I do the unimaginable. I lay my heavy body down on her petite one and listen to her gasp with astonished pleasure in my ear…and I funnel every ounce of my concentration into not fucking the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen in my life.
CHAPTER 3
Jenna
I’ve been pampered. Gotten every massage under the sun.
I’ve been buffed and trained and coiffed.
Yet this is the most spoiled I’ve ever been in my life.
With this man’s hard, bull-like body on top of me.
His penis is hard. Extremely so. But this isn’t like that one time on set when my costar accidentally got a boner during a kissing scene with me. No, this is far different. Penn isn’t a conceited, spray-tanned actor. He’s a grown-up. Like a full-on man.
Is it his authentic maturity that is turning me on?
Growing up on the set of a television show and being paraded like a show pony in front of movie producers, of late, I’ve learned to view men as dangerous. They don’t look at me and see a career-driven woman. No, they are too busy assigning dollar signs to my body parts. But this man hasn’t filled me with a single trickle of fear.
He makes me feel…loose and sexy and daring.
