Page 71 of Beyond the Fame

“Since eight.”

He grunts and ventures into the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. “You should have woken me.”

I rest my chin on my palm and smile at him. “You looked so sweet and peaceful, Ani. I couldn’t bring myself to disturb you.”

He sucks in a sharp breath. “What did you… did you just…”

“I Googled it. You have a nickname for me, and I wanted you to have one. So, I found Padme’s nickname for Anakin. That’s who she loved, right?”

He laughs and leaves his brewing coffee to join me at the table. He bends over and kisses my neck.

“I love it. Though, if you’d seen the movies, you’d know Anakin becomes Darth Vader. The villain. You don’t think I’m an evil villain, do you?”

“Not anymore,” I tease. I expect him to argue. Instead, he licks my skin, which makes me shudder. Out of breath and turned on, I add, “Now you’re a good boy who gives me orgasms and gets hard for me when I need to be fucked.”

He groans and wraps his large hand around my neck, squeezing hard enough to make me whimper. “Do you want this good boy to fuck you on top of the table? Give me the order, my Ami, and I’ll do it.”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Choke me while you fuck me on the table.”

Jensen releases my neck and grabs my laptop to move it out of the way. He must have glanced at the screen because he pauses.

“You’re writing?”

“Yeah,” I say and chew on my cheek.

“That’s great, Rebecca. You said you were at a block.” He purses his lips. “I don’t want to interrupt your flow.”

“No. Please. Interrupt. I need you.”

He reacts to those three words. I need you. His face drops as if he doesn’t believe me. He sets the laptop down and kneels, placing his hands on my bare legs. He rubs his palms up and down my thighs.

“Say it again.”

“I need you, Ani.”

My phone chimes and I groan.

“Ignore it,” Jensen pleads. “It’s probably just Lana or Mylan.”

“I should answer it. They’re leaving this evening and want to meet for lunch.”

He grips my hips and drags my ass to the edge of the chair. He undoes the belt of my robe and loosens the fabric, revealing my naked body underneath. A possessive growl escapes his throat as he descends on my pussy. I moan when his mouth covers my clit.

My phone rings this time.

“Jensen,” I sigh.

“I changed my mind. You should answer it while I eat you out.” He goes back to sucking on those sensitive nerves.

With my legs shaking and my breathing already uneven, I answer. “Hello?”

Jensen plunges his tongue inside me, and I cover the phone to mask my moans.

It’s my publicist. She's been sending me article after article of the publicity surrounding Ginger’s wedding.

Mostly, she’s been wanting to talk to me about the intimate photos of Jensen and me, at the beach that one day we floated in the water, at the wedding ceremony sharing flirty glances, at the reception dancing. I didn’t respond because I’m still not sure what’s going on between us.

But now she’s calling, and she only calls when there’s bad news.

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