Page 1 of Lucky Star

Chapter One

Sarah

There was a book that was adored by millions of women around the globe. For years, there’d been rumors it was going to be made into a movie, and then last year—seemingly out of nowhere—the author announced on her Facebook page she was working with a studio to bring it to the big screen.

Her fans went ballistic, and entertainment magazines and gossip sites speculated endlessly about who’d be cast as the male lead. Entire social media campaigns were launched by these fans to lobby for the actors and actresses they’d been imagining in their heads for years.

It was madness, complete and utter lunacy.

And then when my boss—hotshot Hollywood director Broderick Johnson—confided that he’d be the one directing the movie, all that lunacy became my reality.

When fans found out, they tracked down everyone who worked with him and began stalking us on social media. I started receiving messages on Twitter imploring me to push for Actor X or Actress Y. As if I had anything to do with Broderick’s decisions.

Overnight I’d become famous by proxy.

And that’s where my best friend Cameron Scott came in.

One night over a couple of pitchers of margaritas I told him everything I knew about the production, urging him to audition. Initially, he didn’t take me seriously. In fact, he laughed and told me I was crazy. But somehow, over tacos and tequila, I convinced him otherwise.

When the restaurant finally kicked us out, Cameron left his truck in the parking lot and walked me home. I could have sent him home in a taxi, but the thought never crossed either of our minds. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t stayed at my place before. We stayed up the rest of the night picking out which scene he would use for his audition. By three o’clock in the morning, he was reading with one eye squinted shut, and his words were becoming slurred. I wasn’t much help either since every time he tried to deliver a serious monologue about protecting his family, I laughed so hard I couldn’t breathe.

Sometime later, I caught him staring at me with what I assumed was a pained expression. Which was why I was surprised when he slid closer cradled my cheeks in his big, warm palms. As reality set in, I could barely breathe. Frozen in place, awareness dawned that in all the years we’d been friends, it was the most intimately he’d ever touched me.

I stared back, willing him to kiss me the way I’d so often imagined.

When he didn’t, I leaned forward and kissed him. When he didn’t immediately respond, I started to pull away, but then all at once, something ignited within him, and he kissed me back. I mean, he kissed me. It felt like he was trying to consume me, kissing me like a dying man whose only chance at survival was to be found in my lips.

I reveled in it. My God, how I reveled.

I straddled his lap, and our kiss deepened as I rubbed myself against him. His hands clutched my hips, and he pushed me down as he rocked my body against the hard bulge in his jeans.

It was my strongest desires made real.

But it wasn’t enough.

I wanted Cameron's hands on my flesh, wanted to feel us skin to skin. I pulled my shirt off over my head, revealing a plain white cotton bra. Not exactly the lingerie I’d been wearing in my fantasies of our first time, but there it was.

Slowly, he dragged his hands from my waist to cup my breasts and circled his thumbs over my nipples through the thin fabric.

I nuzzled my lips against his neck, and when he dug his fingers into my flesh, the mood shifted.

He growled, and then our lips mashed together as he invaded my mouth with his tongue. He unhooked my bra and tossed it across the room, diving forward to suck one of my nipples into his mouth as he rolled the bud of the other one between firm, capable fingers. He wasn’t gentle, and I didn’t ask him to be. Didn’t want him to be. I wanted t to feel him long after the experience ended.

I pressed down onto his straining cock as I imagined him filling me with it. And the more I pictured it, the closer to orgasm I got. And then, all at once, I shattered into a thousand shards of incandescent light. My body tingled from the top of my head to the tips of my toes as I screamed out his name.

“Please,” I begged as the waves of my pleasure receded. “I need you inside of me. You can’t know how badly I’ve wanted this.”

Wordlessly, he tossed me over his shoulder—not an easy feat given my size—and carried me across the living room toward the back of my house. Backing us through the door, he tossed me onto my bed. I lay on my back in nothing but my jeans while at the foot of the bed Cameron took off his clothes. I watched in greedy, open-mouthed awe, the reality of the body before me so much better than it had been in my deepest, darkest fantasy. And that was before he’d removed his black boxer briefs, revealing a thick, long cock begging for me to love every fantastic inch of it.

He raised my ankle to his mouth and licked the sole of my foot before trailing a series of kisses and playful bites up my leg. Reaching the apex of my thighs, he licked me through the thin denim of my jeans and my back arched off the bed as I moaned for more. I’d become incoherent with want, reduced to one word that I muttered over and over again.

Please. Please. Please.

When Cameron moved further up my body, sucking my nipples into tight peaks, I closed my eyes at the onslaught of sensation. With my eyes screwed shut, I heard him chuckle—a confident, knowing sound—before he dropped his fingers to the waistband of my jeans. Dragging the zipper down, he peeled the fabric from my flushed, dewy skin. The cool air washing over my nakedness raised goose bumps across my torso.

I glanced down to find his beautiful face positioned between my legs, a wicked smile playing across his lips right before he set his tongue to that most private part of me. When he parted my folds and dragged the tip of his tongue over my clit, I felt the tell-tale sign of another orgasm sneak up on me. My limbs tight with tension, fireworks danced behind my eyelids. I writhed beneath him, and then came with a shout as I melted in his mouth.

“Fuck me,” I begged for the second time tonight.

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