Page 21 of Overexposed

I indulged myself again and again. There was just something so decadent about exploring his every reaction and a man who wasn’t remotely opposed to revealing them. I slid my hand under to his balls as he began to shake, massaging them lightly. The harsh, little explosions of breath and the trembling in his thighs and abdomen told me everything I hadn’t realized I needed to know.

Ceasing playtime, I went in avid pursuit of his pleasure by increasing the pace and the pressure while still stroking his balls. His strangled “Slick” was the only warning received as he released the first spurt of cum. I swallowed around him again and took him deep as more spurts joined the first.

The bitter and salty taste was heavy on my tongue, and the rich scent of him filled my nostrils. His hand flexed in my hair as he gave an involuntary jerk with his hips. I stuck with him, breathing through my nostrils as I swallowed every drop, then added more teasing strokes as I licked him clean.

Smugness filled me as I released him with a little pop. There was something altogether heady about his reactions. Then he hauled me upward, abandoning any pretense of my control. His mouth fused with mine as he tumbled me onto my back.

chapter

nine

Stella

The next time I woke, the twilight of the room was illuminated by the sun peeking around the edges of the blackout curtains warned me it was time to go. I hadn’t meant to go back to sleep, but a couple of orgasms had done wonders for my headache. My throat still hurt, but I would survive.

Lifting my head, I studied Gem where he sprawled. I was on my stomach, but he was on his back and his hand was quite firmly on my ass. Naked, pleasantly sore, and relaxed, I could probably close my eyes and go back to sleep.

Bad idea though.

The lightest of snores told me Gem was still out and I sighed. The night I’d spent with him before had been an escape, a good time without strings or attachment. That I got some good shots from the dashcam by accident? Just icing on the cake.

Tonight? Tonight had been a choice and one I refused to regret. That said, it was also time for this Cinderella to turn back into a pumpkin and roll out. I needed to pick up my car before it got towed.

As much as I wanted to stay right there in the bed, I forced myself to ease out from under his hand. I slipped off the side likea thief seeking to escape detection. Which I kind of was. Course, the only thing I’d “stolen” tonight was a lot of fun and some comfort.

Regret tried to settle in my stomach as I stole another look at the bed.Nope, I told myself almost resolutely,don’t do that.It wasn’t until I gathered my clothes to get dressed that I realized I had no idea where my panties ended up.

They could be tangled in the bed. The bra was right there hanging off the edge. I did find my phone in the clothes. Go me. Gem didn’t so much as stir as I dressed. Leaving commando might be a bit chilly, but I’d cleaned up after I peed so hopefully it wouldn’t be messy.

Boots in one hand, I tiptoed over to the door before I allowed myself one last look at the shadow sprawled in the bed. In a moment of whimsy, I blew the sleeping man a kiss and then opened his door.

The light in the hall was almost too bright. I hurried through and then closed the door as quietly as possible. Squinting, I glanced left and then right. The wide hallway didn’t offer any clues on which way the stairs were. Gem had carried me up here so it was definitelyupstairs.

After flipping a mental coin, I went left. It wasn’t a long walk before the hall turned to arrive at a large balcony that twisted into a long staircase that descended into the foyer. From the marble tile below to the paintings on the wall decorating the path to the gorgeous crystal chandelier, the place screamed wealth and celebrity.

Of course they were stinking rich. Seven hadn’t released an unsuccessful movie in years. Olivier also lived here, so if they were pooling resources, they were fucking rolling in it. At the end of the day, they had carved out their own little palace, and I very much needed to Cinderella my ass right out of here.

I descended the steps, hanging on to my shoes. I could put them on at the bottom. I checked my phone; it had about 30 percent. Enough for me to get a rideshare back to my car. Better to wait to call for it when I was down the block.

The windows alongside the wide double doors were frosted, but the light outside was definitely brightening.Let’s go, Stella, I told myself.Time to get the hell out of here. I didn’t want to give the competition any walk-of-shame shots.

“Excuse me.”

Dammit. So close.

With a grimace, I pivoted and tried to school my features into something more neutral. Seven Harrison stood in the archway separating the foyer from a sitting room of sorts. Dressed in a button-down open at the collar with the sleeves rolled up to reveal tattooed arms, he met my gaze like he often welcomed guests at far too damn early in the morning.

“I was just leaving,” I said, rather than try to stammer out some excuse. I was an adult as was Gem. So no explanations required.

“Actually, you’re not,” Seven said, before gesturing to the sitting room. “Join me. We need to have a conversation.”

I raised my eyebrows. “No,” I said. “We don’t. I have places to be.”

I didn’t make it even two steps toward the door when Seven said, “The alarm is on and the door is locked. You won’t be able to open it.”

Cutting a glance back over my shoulder, I narrowed my eyes. “Then enter the code and let me out.”

“Eventually,” he said, almost too agreeable. The placid expression on his face was total bullshit. He might be Gem’s height and have his dark-brown hair and stunning blue eyes, but there was a coldness to Seven.

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