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We exchange a few more texts before I head back. I feel a little better now that I've talked to her today, and everything feels more normal. The rest of filming goes a lot smoother.

Chapter 27

Alexis

Frantic.

That’s all I am feeling at the moment.

Frantic to see my boyfriend after two loooong weeks apart.

Frantic to finish cleaning my apartment before my parents arrive.

Just frantic.

I’m finishing cleaning the toilet within an inch of its life when I hear my door open. “Honey! I’m home!”

With a shriek of delight, I run out of the bathroom and jump straight into Jason’s arms. Well, that’s what I was planning to do before he shoots an arm out and stops me.

“What?” The fuck, why is he laughing?

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. I want to hold you so bad, but Alexis. You’re holding the toilet brush.”

Oh.

I quickly hide it behind my back. "Shit, sorry, I was just so excited. Can we try that again?" He pauses, looking back toward the door, then back at me. I'm nodding frantically. "Mhmmm, yep. Like go back out in the hall, and I'll go back into the bathroom. And when you come in, I'll come running but without the disgusting cleaning utensil." I keep nodding, giving him my crazy eyes, so he knows I'm not fucking around.

“Ok, I’m going. But for the record, this is a little silly.” He laughs and shakes his head. Going back out into the hall.

I race to the bathroom and drop the brush back into the toilet. I then take half a second to fluff my hair in the mirror.

The door opens and closes again. I hear him softly chuckle again before he calls out, “Honey! I’m home!” pause, “Again!”

I laugh, too, before I charge out of the bathroom and straight into his arms. We don't even kiss at first, we just hold each other, breathing each other in.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

I tip my head back and pull him down for a kiss. Pure magic. It's sweet at first but turns hot quickly. His hands travel down to my ass, urging me to climb him like a tree and wrap my legs around his waist. Our tongues are basically battling for supremacy before he breaks the kiss to drag his lips and teeth down the side of my neck. I moan loudly at the sensations he's able to produce with just his teeth against my shoulder.

He takes us to the kitchen in a few strides, setting me down on the counter before stepping back. I nearly melt at the heat in his eyes, and I know mine are just as lustful.

"I am starving. I skipped lunch so I could drive straight here. So, after I eat you out, we're going on a date, and when we get back, I'll fuck you until you lose your voice. Sound good?"

Hot damn, I think I almost came from the dirty talk alone. I can't even vocalize my agreement; I need him so badly. So, I just nod and begin ripping off my clothing. He chuckles a bit before coming to help me. Within moments, I'm naked on the cool countertop, and his large hand on my chest is urging me back on my elbows.

He spreads my legs and then just looks at me like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Before I can tell him to hurry up, he steps back up to the counter and gives me a searing kiss. Just as I start to pant again, he moves down my neck to my breasts. He spends a few minutes licking, nipping, and sucking on them, building the ache between my thighs from dull to a roar. I'm laid out fully on the counter, one hand in his hair, gripping hard, the other over my head, holding on to the counter edge for dear life.

“Jason!” I arch my back as he starts to move farther down, exactly where I need him.

“I know, baby, I’m going to make you feel so good. Just be patient.”

I can’t help the frustrated whine that escapes my lips as he pauses and pulls back again. He’s hovering over my clit, blowing cool air on it, making me so damn wet and horny I can barely think. Just when I think he’ll never stop teasing me, he finally, finally puts his mouth on me.

He starts with long, unhurried licks as if we have all the time in the world. I try to use my hips to urge him to move faster, harder, but he just evades me. I yank on his hair, frustrated, which only causes him to chuckle against my clit. Which, admittedly, felt good. Just not enough.

"Hollywood, you're killing me. Please, I'm begging. Please let me come!" There's so much desperation in my voice that I almost cringe. I sound so needy. But when I look down at Jason, I see the same desperation reflected back at me, and my insecurities melt away.

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