Page 135 of Wicked Fantasies

He pushed her quickly up the three steps, slamming the door closed behind them with more force than he intended. “God dammit, Gwen. In case you’ve failed to notice, I’m working. There are a hundred people out there all waiting for me to fuck this up. Now really isn’t a good time for this.”

She glanced down at the front of his pants and smirked. An honest-to-God smirk. “Fuck.” To hell with the cameras, to hell with keeping their relationship under wraps and to hell with her. “Turn around and bend over that table. Lift up your dress.”

If she wanted to be fucked, he’d accommodate her. He was too incensed for finesse, for grace.

She wanted a stud, she’d get one. He pulled a condom out of his wallet before shoving his pants down. She watched with a satisfied smile before turning around and lifting her dress.

He fought against the fresh round of arousal that attacked him when he realized she wasn’t wearing panties, her juices shining on the pale skin of her inner thighs. He took two steps forward and moved into place, thrust in without ceremony, without pause.

He pounded into her with rough, hard blows, angry at first, but as they continued, every emotion raging through him fled, all except the ones that mattered.

Relief, calmness, peace.

Her body met his blow for blow, and as she came around him, his anger, his misery poured out of him in a hot, hard, powerful release of come that he silently prayed the condom could hold.

He bent over her back, breathing raggedly as guilt suffused him. He’d used her hard and when he’d entered her, it had been with anger. Something he’d never, ever done before.

He was ashamed of himself and afraid of her response. This was the reaction he’d feared right from the beginning.

He knew the stress of the job made him nastier than a bear with a thorn in his paw. He’d been so afraid of hurting her and now—Jesus—now, he’d used her hard, hurt her.

How could she ever forgive him?

They’d made very little progress on the writing of the screenplay, and as each day passed, he felt his tension and anxiety grow. He’d yet to explain to Gwen the impact, the importance their joint project could have on his career.

This week’s stint was just another example of how badly he wanted to break free of his stereotypical persona. He was tired of everyone watching and waiting for him to screw up. The success ofEvening Songscould bring him stature, respect, elevate him to a higher level of performer.

Hell, at this point, he’d just settle for being taken seriously as a professional.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was hoarse.

She pushed off the table, and he unwillingly rose as his now-flaccid cock fell from her sweet body.

“Sorry?” she asked. “Why?”

“I was angry, Gwen, and too rough. I shouldn’t have taken you like that. I should have waited, calmed down.”

She reached up to cup his cheek in her soft hand. “I provoked you. It was my fault.”

He shook his head. “I was the one who suggested we act out the stories.”

She smiled and leaned up to kiss him. “I’ve missed you these past few days. The writing was easier when you were there to bounce ideas around with.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I know. Even then, we weren’t getting many words on the page.”

She blushed and he grinned.

Regardless of their rather heated bedroom play, he could still provoke that lovely flush on her cheeks with just a few naughty insinuations. She was a gift and he wondered how he’d ever lived without her.

“Are you sorry about starting this project? Do you think taking on the screenplay was a mistake?”

“No.” He cursed himself when she jumped at his too loud, too harsh response. “No,” he repeated quietly. “I’m just impatient to see it written. I’m still convinced it will be an amazing movie.”

“Yeah, well, I must admit, I’m starting to believe you. In fact, I was sitting in your bedroom this afternoon, trying to concentrate on the screenplay, trying to finish that scene we’d started over the weekend, but all I could think about was how much I wanted you. No, God, not just want, but need. I needed you. The feeling grew until I didn’t think I could bear it. I got out my vibrator and?—”

He reached up and took her wrist in his hand roughly, and his body went hot with anger again. “You used a toy? While I was at work?”

He’d laid down some ground rules for her after their first night together. Rules he warned her would bear punishments if broken.

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