Page 99 of Overexposed

“To convince Seven that you have to attend all these premieres.”

I frowned. Suddenly that smile on his face was somewhat more sheepish. “It sounded like that was already the plan.”

“It’smyplan,” Jerry said firmly. “Not Seven’s. He’s already vetoed having you attend because he doesn’t want you to have to face that media gauntlet. Red carpets for a movie of this size will be wild, but I think you can handle it, Stella. You’re tough.”

Seven said no? That was insulting. Wasn’t me showing up at these things fairly crucial to the whole fake-dating bit? Of course, we weren’t so fake now…now that he’d been inside me.

chapter

thirty-six

Stella

“This is a terrible idea,” I said as Seven backed me right up onto the hood of his car. The engine was still warm, and it let out little pops and crackles as it cooled. A lot like me and Seven. He’d barely parked and closed the garage door before he was dragging me out of the car and onto it.

“The worst,” he agreed, mouthing kisses along my jaw to my throat as I undid the buttons on his shirt. The tie and jacket were already gone. He gripped my hips and lifted me up onto the hood itself. When he slid his hands down to my legs, I gave a little jolt at the heat of his palm on my inner thigh. “Fuck, I love that this dress has a slit. You need slits added to every single outfit.”

“Excuse me?” I tilted my head back but he wasn’t listening. He was kissing a path to my breasts, and he’d already dropped the spaghetti strings to bare them. The outfit had little cups in the top and you couldn’t really wear a bra with it comfortably.

He palmed each breast and then sucked one of my nipples against his teeth so hard, I groaned.Holy shit, that hurt and felt so goddamn good at the same time.I yanked his shirttails out of his pants as he thrust three fingers into me.

Where the fuck had my panties gone? Seven fucked hard and furious. He didn’t give me time to think about anything. Probably wise, because I was already swollen from fucking Ollie before I had to get ready and then Gem in the shower afterward.

The dopamine infusion made the evening so much more pleasant and almost took my mind off all the crazy stalker fans. Yes, I was starting to see them everywhere.

“Fuck,” I swore as Seven bit one of my nipples hard enough that it stung.

“Focus, Stray,” Seven ordered as he spread my thighs wider. “I’m working here.”

A laugh bubbled out of me. “Apparently not well,” I lied. “Or your dick would already be in me, Spawn.”

That got his head up, and I had about three seconds to reconsider the challenge. Then he had his pants down, his dick out, and holy shit, he slammed it in so hard, I swore I felt my uterus quiver at the idea of him trying to reach it.

“Paying attention now?” The dark, delicious note in his voice had me arching.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I moaned, not that he waited for the endorsement to start rocking into me. No, he shifted my hips higher, and I locked my ankles behind his ass. It had me sprawled out on the hood of his car while he set an unrelenting rhythm.

“That’s it, Stella,” he growled. “Take every fucking inch and then beg me for more.”

No, I was absolutely not begging for shit. Except… I locked eyes with him. “Make me.”

His lips pursed and his eyes went practically incandescent with that challenge. “If you insist.”

I was so damn close to orgasming, I wasn’t ready for him to retreat so abruptly. From long, hard thrusts, he shifted toshallow, barely there dips. When I tried to pull him in with my thighs, he let out a dark laugh.

“Not until you beg for me, Stray.”

Ass. Hole.

I glared up at him as he grinned at me. He stroked one thigh, then between us, to where he was inside me. But the contact was so barely there and gone again.

“Fuck, I hate you,” I groaned, already regretting my infatuation with his moody ass.

His responding chuckle only made it worse. Dick.

“Just one littleplease,” he whispered, leaning over me. I could feel him everywhere and I just wanted him to?—

“Goddammit,” I growled.

---