Page 51 of Second-Rate Superstar

My sweet Dakota was watching porn. And not regular girl-on-guy porn. A woman was being spit-roasted violently on-screen, one man’s cock shoved far down her throat while another took her from behind.

Tearing my eyes away from the action, I focused more intently on what she was writing, reading over her shoulder.

Growling, Noah commands, “Get down on your fucking knees.”

Fuck. I love the hard edge to his voice when he is close to losing control. Almost as much as I love having his cock in my mouth.

Dropping to my knees without hesitation, I peer up at him, awaiting my next instruction.

Noah grips my hair, forcing my head back. “This dick isn’t going to suck itself, princess. Open wide. I’ve got a game to win tonight, and you’re my lucky charm.”

Yes, I was. The past four games I’d gotten on my knees for Noah, the Renegades had won. Most notably, with Noah scoring the game-winning goal. Even if I didn’t love sucking his cock, I wouldn’t be the one to break their streak.

“Jesus Christ,” I whispered, stumbling back in shock.

Not paying attention—my mind trying to reconcile what I just witnessed—my foot caught on the edge of her footboard, and I crashed to the ground.

Sprawled out, I had the perfect view of Dakota spinning around in her desk chair, eyes going wide as her cheeks flamed red. Ripping the headphones off, both hands flew up to cover her face as she groaned. “Oh my God.”

Stunned, I said in a daze, “Hannah was right. I can’t believe it.”

A frustrated noise sounded behind her hands, her words muffled. “Just go.”

“So, you’re really writing a dirty hockey book? That’s a thing?”

Peeking through her fingers, she whispered, “Yes. Now, if you could please leave. It was nice knowing you.”

Regaining my bearings, I sat up, crawling to where she sat. Sitting up on my knees, I peeled her hands away until I could see her beautifully red face. “Please tell me you see the irony here. You think I’m going to run because of what you do for a living?” I chuckled. “Haven’t I proven I don’t give up that easily?”

The sound of grunts and groans leaked from her headphones, discarded on the desk, and when she followed my line of sight, she turned away, slamming the laptop shut.

My chuckle breached the awkward silence. “I’ve seen porn before, you know.” I didn’t offer up that I hadn’t needed to watch it recently as the woman sitting before me had become muse enough.

Shaking her head, Dakota looked skyward. “Thanks for sharing.”

Gripping the seat of her chair, I spun her to face me. “Part of the writing process?”

She shrugged. “Kinda? When I’m writing a spicy scene, it helps get me into the right headspace. The words start to flow. I don’t know what it is.”

“Spicy seems such a tame word for what those two guys were doing to that girl,” I teased.

A tiny bit of that signature fire entered her dark blue eyes, and she shoved my shoulder lightly. “Ever heard of discretion?”

Smirking, I retorted. “Oh, is this where you tell me you don’t oil up muscular torsos for your covers?”

She scoffed. “Please. That’s quickly becoming a thing of the past. Women are all about the discreet covers with either cartoon characters, or more abstract, with objects pertaining to the story.”

My brows rose. “Cartoons? Seriously?”

“Make no mistake. Those cutesy covers are a decoy. What’s inside on the pages is sizzling hot. And the best part? You can read them in public, and no one’s any the wiser.”

Bracing my hands on the arms of her desk chair, I caged her in. “Would you let me read one of your books?” I was genuinely curious to learn about her job—what I was quickly learning was her passion.

Trying to escape, she plastered her back against the chair. “That would be ahell no.”

“Why not?” I teased, dropping my voice. “Would be a useful instruction manual. Learning all your deepest and darkest desires.”

Dakota’s throat muscles worked as she swallowed, the insinuation that I would one day like to take our relationship to a physical level striking home.

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