Page 131 of Between Never and Forever
When Savannah unbuckles Paul’s belt, I’ve had enough, and I grab the first thing I can find—a framed picture on the wall—and toss it to the floor with a loud crash. Everyone looks toward the sound, including Paul, and the director yells cut. I don’t take my eyes off Savannah.
“Apologies,” I say loudly, but my feet are already moving toward the brat sitting on my deck railing. The closer I get, the wider her eyes grow, until I’m wrapping my hand around her arm and pulling her off the railing. “I need a word with Ms. Loveless.”
The director yells something, but I’m already heading back through the sliding glass doors.
“I’ll be just a minute,” Savannah calls over her shoulder, and I don’t release her arm until we’re through the house, down the hall, and in the soundproofed music studio.
“What the fuck was that?” My voice comes out like growl, low and possessive and fucking feral. Savannah doesn’t so much as flinch at my tone. If anything, she stands taller.
“Acting,” she says flippantly with a raise of her eyebrow.
“Bullshit.”
“So now you’re saying I can’t act?”
“I’m saying you did that to fuck with me.”
“Oh, get over yourself. I was doing my job.”
“You know damn well you didn’t do that for your job.” I take a step closer. I breathe in her scent. She smells sweet, like peaches and cream, and I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with her. “You know damn well you played it up to get under my skin. To get back at me for earlier. For the other night.”
“And why would I do that, Levi? Hm? You don’t care. It will never work. Your life and mine, remember? What the fuck does it matter?”
“It matters. It matters that you’re driving me insane and you’re doing it on purpose. You’ve never learned your lesson.”
She drags her eyes over me suggestively, taunting me with her hands on her hips like she’s unaffected. But I can see her chest rising and falling rapidly. I can see her jaw working as she clenches her teeth. She’s affected. Just like me. She’s always gotten a kick out of driving me mad.
“And are you going to teach me a lesson,Daddy? Hm? Just how are you planning to do that? You going to punish me? Put me in time out? Ground me?Spankme?”
I take another step closer, so we’re nearly chest to chest, and my eyes drop to her lips. When she licks them with that perfect pink tongue, making them glisten, I have to force myself to bring my eyes back to hers.
“You’ve always been a brat, Savannah. Too wild for your own good. I think you’d benefit from a little discipline, but it’s not your ass I’m interested in spanking.”
That does it. Her lips part on a gasp. Her pupils dilate. Her chest and cheeks turn pink.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Do you crave that discipline?”
I drag my knuckles up her arm, over her collarbone, then wrap my hand around the side of her neck so I can feel her pulse.
“Would you let me spank your pussy, Savannah? How hard?”
She whimpers, and I don’t bother hiding my smirk. I rub my thumb over her lip. It’s still wet from her tongue, and I want to taste it. I want to suck the taste of her off my thumb. Off her lips.
“I think you would. I think you’re already wet just thinking about it. Can you picture it? Me spanking your pussy. Would you let me fuck you raw after?”
“Fuck,” she gasps, her eyes clenching shut. She’s practically panting.
“That’s what I thought.” I drop my hand and step back. “Think about that during your next sex scene, Rockstar. Maybe you’ll be more convincing next time.”
I turn and walk out, my dick rock hard and my heart threatening to break ribs. Just before the door shuts behind me, I hear her release a frustrated scream, and then the click of the door brings silence.
Calmly, I walk up the stairs to my room, then lock the door. I don’t even make it to the bed. I strip off my jeans and underwear and take my cock in my hand, hissing when I squeeze then stroke. I’m leaking from the tip. It won’t take long. All I have to do is think of Savannah. Of spanking that pretty pussy like I’d promised. Of hitting her clit just right, just enough to make her cry out in pleasure.
I don’t know which of us would like it more, and it’s her name on my lips when I spill my release into my hand.
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“Filming is cancelled for today,” the PA says. Dakota, I think her name is.
