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“I need you,” he ground out through gritted teeth. “Gonna fuck you hard, baby, but I’ll try to start slowly since you say it’s been a while.”

He lined up his cock with her entrance, just the very tip slipped into her opening. Then he reached for her hands and threaded their fingers together, the backs of her hands pressed to the mattress beside her ears. Certain that their eyes were locked on one another, he gave a sharp, smooth thrust as he buried himself inside her until their pelvic bones ground together.

Both registered a moment of shock as they felt her walls immediately pulse around him so snugly inside her, aftershocks causing her hips to twitch. It was as if some invisible switch had been flipped. His nostrils flared, his eyes narrowed, his grip on her hands tightened, and the sexy grin that had been on his face disappeared. Agonizingly slow, he dragged his length out of her until only the tip of his cock remained poised in her entrance, and then even more slowly, he pushed back in. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He pulled himself back to the tip. “Tip your hips up to me, Kubrick.”

As she arched her hips upward, Waters slid back fully inside her and began an in-out pace that was slow and steady. He watched her eyes squeeze shut as her muscles tightened further, causing delightful friction. “Open your eyes, sweetheart.” Ever so slowly, her eyelids raised. “There she is,” he crooned. “There’s my pretty girl.” He kissed the corner of her mouth. “You ready to fly again, baby? Ready to show me how pretty you come? I can’t wait to see how sexy you are when you come because my cock fills you so well. I want to watch those eyes when you fall over the edge for me.”

Waters felt the temperature of his body begin to rise with each stroke inside her. At the back of his mind, he couldn’t get over the fact that she’d only had two lovers other than him. It just didn’t make sense. How could a woman like her—so empowered and so filled with life—go unclaimed? It just didn’t make sense.

Maybe she was waiting for you.

Her breathing was a series of gasps punctuated with soft cries of pleasure. It didn’t take him long to realize that she was fast approaching another orgasm, and he wanted to make sure he saw the whole thing unfold in front of him.

“That’s it, Kubrick. Let go for me. Give me that sticky-sweet again. Want to feel it coat my cock. Want to be able to pull out of you and stroke my cock through your sweetness.”

He circled his hips on the next up thrust, simultaneously reaching down and dragging the flat of his tongue over a distended nipple, triggering her orgasm. Quickly, he pounced by pushing even deeper and molded his mouth over hers to capture as much of the scream as possible. While everyone in the house would likely figure out quickly that they were a couple, he didn’t want to announce it like this.

As she shuddered, shook, and clawed at him, he groaned at the pleasure skittering up his spine. He could come now if he wanted to, but some unused portion of his alpha self wanted to wait. Deny himself until he’d wrecked her to the point of no return. He’d always prided himself on being able to withhold his own release for long periods of time because it made the final moment more explosive for him. And while he knew he would do that with Kubrick, he also wanted to experience that feeling with her over and over again.

He left soft kisses along the side of her face, down and across her throat, then up the side of her neck beneath her ear, murmuring nonsense to her as she came down through the aftershocks. Letting go of her hands, he brushed back the strands of her damp hair from her face, watching over her. Finally, her heartbeat and breathing seemed to level out.

“Kubrick?” he murmured.

“Mmm, thank you,” she replied.

A wicked smile crossed his face. “Just checking.”

And then he started all over.

26

MARCH 10TH

Kai

The peace was officially shattered, and tension was high. Big Bird had arrived the day before, and everyone was miserable. From the moment he got out of the Jeep to the current moment in the War Room, he had been raving about something. The lack of a direct flight. The delays. The turbulence. The lack of “real” rental cars. The bumpy, rutted roads. The heat. The bugs. The housing accommodations.

And it was not missed by the man that Waters and Kai were sharing quarters now because of his arrival and refusal to stay in Coxen Hole. If anything, he’d truly gone atomic over that—Kai sleeping with the help. According to him, it was completely inappropriate and unprofessional.

Waters was present for all of his tirades. As promised, he never left Kai alone, which was both endearing and frustrating on her end. But to his credit, he never spoke up during her conversations with Stapleton. He just stood near a door, arms crossed, leaning against the wall, waiting to “take out the trash” if it got to that point.

It had been too late today for Kai to take Big Bird on the tour he wanted, so instead, she showed him the work they’d accomplished in the War Room, informing him of some of the changes they had decided upon, all of which he vetoed, and all of those vetoes she ignored. He had no script control according to the contract. She had made sure of that. Now, he was looking over invoices. Again.

“Serrano, this is totally unacceptable,” Big Bird complained.

“What is, Craig?” Kai sighed.

God, I hate this man. This is the last time I will work for someone else. Once this movie clears the box office, I’ll be set for life and can make my own films.

He sat behind her desk, flipping through invoices. “This wasteful spending.”

Sitting on the leather couch, Kai didn’t even look up from the script that sat in her lap. She was back to reviewing blocking and camera angles that she wanted for shots when filming started in a few days. If she didn’t engage him with eye contact, sometimes he backed off.

“Craig, you know very well we’re actually below the projected budget for our timeline. Food is currently much cheaper here than expected. We have been using hardly any electricity since we got back from training; we are too damn tired to sit up and turn on the lights at night. And we haven’t been going to town at all, so we’re not using any fuel, eating out and using per diems, or enjoying any entertainment. How could we possibly be wasteful in our spending?”

“Apparently, you didn’t need to be down here this early.”

“Why do you say that?”

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