The Fame Game - Page 37

I snort with laughter. “I don’t brood.”

“Yes, you do. But at least you’re cute when you do it.”

I wiggle my eyebrows at her. “Cute?”

“Hot. Sexy.” She smiles. “Devilishly handsome. But still broody.”

I tug on her towel, and it falls to the floor, revealing her perfect body. The intoxicating scent of her fruity body wash hangs in the air like smoke.

I will miss everything about Willow—from the smell of her skin to the sounds she makes when I kiss her. But most of all, I will miss waking up with her in my arms. She’s been my biggest fan, my lucky charm from the moment we met. And I’m not sure I can do this without her by my side. I’m fucking nervous about living in New Zealand. A lot can change in three months, and I hope that what I have with Willow isn’t one of those things.

“Nico,” she moans when I reach between her thighs.

She leans back as my fingers slip inside her soaking wet pussy. I watch her reaction in the mirror, studying every curve of her body. Willow’s eyes slam shut as I push another finger inside her. I love seeing her unravel like this, whimpering and trembling from the slightest touch. She moans, my name on the tip of her tongue.

“I want you inside me,” she whispers.

I bend her forward, and Willow grips the edge of the vanity, her reflection staring back at me through the glass. Her nipples harden to peaks that are begging me to touch. My cock is throbbing. The need to be inside her too intense to ignore. I quickly strip out of my clothes, sliding a condom down my shaft before replacing my fingers with my cock.

Screams of pleasure escape her lips. I rock into her, going slower than before, wishing this moment could last forever. Burying myself inside her, we become one, her body molding to mine. I chase the high I want, desperate for release, but I’m not ready to lose control.

I pull out of Willow and then lift her into my arms, kissing her softly as I lower her to the mattress. She spreads her thighs for me, wrapping them around me as I rock into her once more.

“Oh, God,” she moans. “Yes, yes…”

Willow tightens her hold on me, squeezing my cock as her orgasm rocks through her body. She trembles beneath me, her pleasure hitting her in waves. My cock pulses inside her. The peak of my orgasm hits me like a hurricane.

I pull out of her, and she curls up at my side, her head resting on my sweaty chest.

“Again,” she whispers, out of breath. “We have to make up for three sexless months.”

I roll onto my side and thread my fingers through her hair, giving her a quick peck on the lips. “We can have phone sex.”

She chuckles. “It’s not as good as the real thing.”

“I’ve never had a long-distance relationship before, but we’ll figure this out.”

“Have you ever had a relationship? Like one that lasted for more than a few months.”

I shake my head.

She sighs. “Now, do you see why I’m freaking out about us being apart?”

“Actresses and models are different animals,” I admit.

She groans. “Thanks. So what are you saying? I’m just some regular girl?”

“No.” I brush my fingers along her cheek. “You’re my girl.”

With that, she smiles. “This is new for me.”

“Me, too.”

“Remember when you told me you got me?”

She nods.

“I got you, too. Don’t worry your pretty little head over things that don’t matter.”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to seeing my boyfriend kiss other women.”

I curl my arm around her, pulling her into my chest. “It means nothing. You’re the only woman I want to kiss. I’m coming home to you, Willow. No one else.”

“I know.” She sighs. “Sorry. I’m just freaking out, I guess.”

“So am I. But this is a good thing for both of us.”

“Do you ever feel something for your costars, or are you able to separate the movie from reality?”

“I dated a few of my costars, but you already know that.”

“Yeah. I’m being stupid.” She shoves her face into the pillow. “Ignore me.”

She’s reading too much into the situation. My girl overthinks everything, so I need to distract her from her thoughts. Gripping Willow’s shoulder, I flatten her onto her back and move between her legs. She widens her thighs for me, a look of pure ecstasy spreading across her beautiful face.

If this is our last night together for months, I need to make it one she will never forget.

Epilogue

Willow

Six months later

Nico groans as I push my palms down on his chest. I lift my hips and push him inside me, and he makes a hissing sound.

“Fuck, baby. You feel good. I’m sick of missing you. You’re coming with me next time.”

Since Nico filmed Savages, I have had dozens of phone calls from studio executives about upcoming projects. In less than a year, he’s replaced his bad-boy image, slowly restoring his former fame.

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