Page 68 of Overexposed

Ichecked the time on my way to the kitchen. Another hour or so and Seven would be done with that first appearance. Stella had texted earlier to tell me she was going to be with him for the evening.

Guilt assaulted me, particularly when she assured me that it was only a few hours and she would message me the moment she got home. As grateful as I was that Seven was not asking me to take it on the chin with the press, I really hated that it meant Slick was getting dragged into the middle of it all.

This was way more than she’d asked for, selling that one blurred photo of us. But here we were, and the best I could do was make up the time spent with my brother, since he was such a dick where she was concerned.

The alarm panel let me know the gate had opened while I was checking the fridge. The housekeeper often put meals in here we could reheat easily. This was great when one of us was on a specific diet for a role. Tonight it would do in a pinch, but I shut the door to check the cameras.

It was a little too early for Seven to be back, but if he was, then maybe I could head over to Stella’s and take her out for realfood. The car coming up the drive, however, was not Seven’s or his driver.

It was Ollie.

That made sense. He usually skipped out on most premieres, particularly if he didn’t have to do press after. That meant we still needed to figure out food. I diverted back to the kitchen, unsurprised when the door to the garage opened up to let Ollie in.

“Hey, I was just thinking,” I said, as I turned, only to blink as Stella drifted in dressed in… Wow. I almost swallowed my tongue. Flushed cheeks and lazy smile in place, she prowled through the kitchen, making a beeline toward me.

“Gem,” she said with only a bit of slurring. “I didn’t know you were going to be here.”

“Hey, Slick.” The lace dress left nothing to the imagination; her bra and panties were obscured, but they also highlighted her curves. “You look downright edible.”

“She does,” Ollie said drolly. “Doesn’t she?”

When Stella wrapped her arms around me, I looped mine around her waist. Her pupils were definitely dilated and the color was high in her cheeks. “Are you drunk?”

“No,” she answered immediately, then paused to hold her thumb and forefinger together. “Okay, maybe a little. But in my defense, there was a lot of wine and champagne—big glasses—and very few canapes. Like micro-crackers.”

Her wrinkled nose was adorable. Ollie’s indulgent smile was also hard to miss. “So you let Ollie snake you away from Sev?”

She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. “Seven dumped me as soon as we were inside. He left me instructions for what time to meet him at the door and then he disappeared.”

“Sounds like Sev,” I admitted.

“I don’t really like him,” she told me. “You are the much better twin.”

Ollie snickered, and when I shot him a dirty look, he didn’t even pretend to be contrite.

“I appreciate that, but why don’t we get you some water and some food?” I’d deal with my brother later. He wasn’t going to use her as a beard if he couldn’t look after her.

“Food is probably a good idea,” Ollie said. “I was going to stop somewhere on the way home, but she’s a lot drunker than I realized.”

I could see that.

“Okay, Slick, let’s?—”

“Gem,” she said before I could finish. She cupped a hand around my nape, and I tilted my head to meet her gaze. “I kissed Ollie.”

“Wait—”

“Or maybe he kissed me. It could have been that he kissed me. I jumped off the scaffold and he caught me. Then I think I kissed him. Yeah, I‘m pretty sure it was me kissing him.” Ollie had gone dead still at her pronouncement and I speared him with a stare. “Anyway,” Stella continued and blinked up at me. “I kissed him and I liked it.”

“I see,” I said slowly, not entirely sure where to go with this. Ollie hitting on my girl hadn’t escaped me, but she’d pretty much dodged him and now…? “Do you want to kiss him again?”

Yeah, the dick in question perked right up as he leaned against the counter and stared at her.

Stella tilted her head, stroking her fingers up and down my nape, just caressing the skin. It felt damn good and was really distracting too.

“Yes,” she said after a beat. “I kind of do. But I want to kiss you again too.” Then as if to prove her point, she tugged me and pushed upward at the same time.

Her mouth was hot and fierce under mine. Falling into a kiss with Slick had rapidly become one of my favorite things. Thosesilky, kittenish licks could drive a man insane, but I’d also felt that tongue on my cock. She’d been made to drive me crazy.

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