Page 144 of Out of the Gold

He winces at my use of the term. “That’s why I don’t want to be on the show.”

A new text arrives. “Angie just texted me. She’s saying she understands if we don’t want to be on the show. She says Let’s Do It!, her network, wanted to put her wedding planning and ceremony on TV, and she overruled that.”

“See.” He crosses his arms in front of his chest. “She gets it. No cameras.”

My cell dings. “And this is from King. He says there’s a difference between being on the show and having their wedding exploited.” I drop my phone onto the coffee table. “He’s right, you know. Their wedding is private, while if we decide to go on their show about our real estate hunt, we’ll be doing exactly what the show was designed to do.”

“I hear you. However, don’t they advertise addresses on their show? Everyone and their mother will know where we’re living.”

“You have a point. If we decide to go on the show, we’ll have to negotiate how they do that.” My finger traces my cell, and I return my head to his shoulder.

Slowly, his hard physique relaxes, and I move my left hand to over his heart. My engagement ring refracts so much light. “How much longer before you have to get to the show?”

He caresses his ring. “Two more hours.”

I look into his eyes. “Whatever shall we do to pass the time?”

He doesn’t respond with words. Instead, he places his hands under my legs and stands with me in his arms. “I’m not sure. I think if we go to the bedroom, something will come up.”

I link my arms around his neck. “I’m betting on it.”

An hour later, we lie together in bed, sweat lingering on our skin. I trace the cuts of his abdominal muscles. “How many murderers have bodies like you?”

He rumbles a laugh. “Every time I walk onto the stage without my shirt, we have to wait for the audience to settle down. My friends all make fun of me.”

I kiss his stomach. “I think it was a stroke of genius for the producers to cast you as the villain. No one expects it of you.”

He puffs up. “Athena Davis wanted me to audition for the lead. Thanks to you, I stuck to my guns and refused. I think it adds to the enjoyment of the play.”

“‘And Chase Wright’s first turn on Broadway is a smashing success. He brings an aura of unpredictability to this delightful murder-mystery.’”

He smiles. “My favorite review ever.”

I turn onto my stomach. “Even better than their enthusiasm over your playingDoctor Manipul8.”

“Yes. However, being sewn into that costume during the last part of the trilogy was a highlight for me.”

“That’s because you had an amazing dresser.”

He smacks my naked ass. “True!” He gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom. Shortly, the water in the shower starts.

I check the clock. Charles still has enough time before he needs to head out to the theater. I pad into the bathroom behind him and slip into the shower. “I think you might need some help getting clean.”

“Getting dirty, you mean?”

“Just trying to do my fiancée duties.” I squeeze around him, my hand landing on his semi-erect cock. “I think he needs a little help.”

One eyebrow rises. “You do?”

I school my expression to show feigned concentration. “Yes.” I glide my hand up and down, back and forth, cupping his balls every so often.

He swallows and widens his stance. His erection grows larger under my ministrations. “Seems like you’re doing a damn fine job, Goldie.”

The water rolls down our backs. I rub my thumb over the pre-cum at his tip, which formed already even though we made love not thirty minutes ago. His eyes close when I bend and take him in my mouth. I let my tongue lick over his hardness, then take him as deep as possible into the back of my throat.

“Melody, I’m close.”

Instead of moving back, I suck harder and swallow everything he has to give me. I stand, a satisfied smile on my face.

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