Page 168 of Stolen Voices
“No.” I bite back a moan.
Tingles radiate in my core, and I could probably come from the way he whispers dirty things into my ear with his hot breath on my neck. Luckily, I get his touch too as he slides a thick digit inside me and pumps. His thumb works my clit with precision, and my pussy clenches around him.
“I love when your tight cunt clamps down around me and sucks me in deeper.”
In a short amount of time, Eli has become the master of my body, controlling my pleasure just like he said he would. When he adds a second finger and curls it forward, tapping that spot deep inside me, my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Oh, you like it when I do that, don’t you?” He licks the lobe of my ear as I nod.
My orgasm crests dangerously close to edge, ready to snap like a rubber band stretched to the max. He pushes his fingers in deep, quickly working his thumb over my clit in a hard back-and-forth motion, and that’s all it takes. Covering my mouth with my gloved hand, I come apart in a spectacular flash of fire.
Eli pushes my hand away and covers my mouth with his in a fiery kiss as I ride out my orgasm with his fingers buried deep inside me. He nips my bottom lip, soothing the sting with a lick.
“Open your eyes, princess.” When I slowly come to and open my eyes like he asked, he pulls his fingers from my pussy, brings the glistening digits to his mouth, and licks them clean. “Mmm. Damn, Cal, you taste so fucking sweet. I’m going to be thinking about burying my face between your legs all night.”
“Can we just skip this and go home?” I groan.
Eli chuckles as he adjusts my dress and helps me sit up. “Sorry, no can do. How do you feel now?”
My anxiety is gone, but in its place is a needy ball of energy whose sole purpose in life is to get fucked by Eli. I think he turned me into a sex-crazed monster. Unable to help myself, I look at his crotch, hoping to get a peek at the monster in his pants.
“Looking at my dick won’t get you out of this. I promise I’ll take care of you and your pretty little pussy tonight. Now, get your game face on. We have work to do.”
The car comes to an abrupt stop, and a man in a tuxedo opens the side door.
Eli slides out, disappearing for a second, before he hinges down and holds out his hand. “Come on, gorgeous, let’s give these people something to talk about.”
“Okay.” Placing my hand in his, I slide sideways, keeping my knees together—making sure not to pull a Brittany—and twist, placing my heels on the cement.
Eli helps me stand and places my hand in the crook of his arm as he leads me onto the red carpet. “Just breathe, Callie,” Eli grits quietly through clenched teeth.
I take a deep breath and plaster a smile on my face.
Hundreds of flashes go off and people shout question after question at me. As I practiced, I take them in stride, only stopping to do a few dress shots for the photographers.
When we get to the entertainment news channel covering the premiere, Eli places his hand on the small of my back, sending me the confidence I need to get through an interview.
Gianna Mancini approaches with her microphone. “Callie, you look gorgeous tonight,” she croons.
“Thank you, Gianna. So do you.” She really does.
Her brown locks have the perfect caramel highlights. Her makeup is bronze perfection, as is her skin, and the gold dress she’s wearing compliments her perfectly. Of all the reporters, I’m happy it’s her working the carpet. She’s always been kind and easy to talk to while surrounded by cameras.
“Thank you. Now, you know I have to ask, so what can you tell us about that video that’s been circulating? There were a lot of rumors. Would you like to put any to rest?” Her eyes bounce to Eli, waiting for him to interject. When he doesn’t, she returns her focus to me.
“As you can see, I’m walking. I just needed a little R&R, but I’m back and gearing up for the tour.” I glance at Eli, who smiles at me proudly. Worrying my lips, I debate whether to go off script. I decide to go for it, and I hope he doesn’t kill me for it. “I’m just grateful for this guy right here. If he hadn’t saved me, it could have been a lot worse.”
Gianna practically drools at my response. “So, he’s your hero?”
“You could say that,” I tease.
Eli gives me a flirty little wink. He’s so damn sexy.
“Care to introduce your hero?” She knows who Eli is but respects Hollywood politics by asking for permission to bring him on camera.
He nods, allowing me to continue.
“This is Eli Miller. He is part owner of Blaze Talent Agency, and he is a brilliant agent.”
