Page 12 of Drive Me Crazy
“You’re so goddamn beautiful. You’re never going to want to fake being turned on by some asshole behind a computer screen after I’m done.”
I tucked the words away to think about later and focused only on the orgasm that was on the brink of tearing through my body.
“Say it,” he commanded. “Tell me this is better than exchanging dares with your customers.”
Like that was even a fair comparison.
“Yes. It’s so much better.” The words were an incoherent mumble as I thrashed my head from side to side. “I’m so close.”
“Wait. Don’t you dare come without me.” He held my hips in place with a hand on either side and slammed into me so hard the room spun around us. His face was mixed with agony and pleasure and sweat beaded on his forehead. Again and again, he moved and I held on so close to the edge that I was no longer in control. I was going to come with or without him.
“I can’t−”
“Come for me, Naomi.”
I watched his face as long as I could keep my eyes open. He was like a caged animal being let loose. His head fell back, and he roared into the room. My own cries mixed with his, the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.
Iwas vaguelyaware of Grady getting dressed as I lay completely spent on the couch. He placed a chaste kiss on my forehead and cleared his throat. “I, uh, guess you should get back to your fans. I need to get going anyway.”
I sat up on my elbows and the new position brought the real world crashing down. “Your hot date?”
“What?” he asked as if he wasn’t sure what I was talking about. “Oh, right. Yeah.”
The envy and humiliation hit me hard. I’d succeeded in seducing him, but nothing had changed. I’d proven nothing, but that I was an easy lay.
“I hope this doesn’t get you into trouble — being late and all.”
I shrugged and felt the soreness that was starting to set in. “I’ll deal with it. They’ll probably make me pay a fine, but it was worth it.”
“Here.” He pulled out his wallet and tossed a bill at my feet. “I don’t know what the fine costs, but hopefully this will at least make up for the money you missed out on tonight by being late.”
I stared down at the hundred-dollar bill and my face warmed, my stomach dropped. “Did you just fuck Naomi or Princess Peach?” I asked, balling my hands into fists until my fingernails cut into my palm.
He shrugged. “You tell me.”
A laugh shook my chest and I gave into the shrill sound knowing it was laughter or tears. “I guess your job of protector has its perks occasionally, huh? You fuck me and get to pretend it’s all part of your cause. Do you think Nathan had that in mind when he asked you to look out for me?”
By the guilty look in his eyes and the way his jaw flexed, I knew my words had their intended effect.
“Well, I gotta get back to work.” I stood, and with all the pride I could muster, dressed back in my lingerie and jumpsuit. “Like you said, my fans are waiting.”
“We’ll talk about this tomorrow night.”
“No.” I shook my head. “I think we are done here. I’ll go back to my life and you can go back to pretending I don’t exist. I don’t need a protector and if I did I certainly wouldn’t call you.”
He looked like he wanted to say more, but I turned to face my computer and brought up the Wet & Wyld website. His footsteps were slow, like he was hesitant to leave, but I held it together until the front door slammed shut. Then I collapsed in a heap on the blankets, letting all the worries, insecurities, and loss that I’d experienced in my twenty-two years pour out of me.
Losing Grady hurt worse than all the other losses before him because he was the final straw. The last person, outside of Grandma Violet, who was sure to outlive us all, that knew me. Or at least I thought he had. Maybe he’d only ever really seen me as Princess Peach. As Naomi, I was just an obligation. Well, he could take that obligation and shove it. I wouldn’t let him stick around to ease his own guilt.
My finger hovered over the touchpad. I needed to get online if I was going to salvage the night and possibly my career. The site administrators were bound to have noticed my tardiness by now. I watched as the numbers on the bottom of my screen changed to nine o’clock. One hour worth a hundred dollars was all it had taken to turn my life upside down.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Grady
Islammed ahand down on the steering wheel. “Shit!” My voice was gruff and hoarse as it broke through the crisp morning air that filled my truck’s empty cab.
Ten hours later, no sleep, and I still had no idea what the hell had happened last night. She was pissed, that much was clear. Where had I made my misstep? She’d practically thrown herself at me, not that I’d minded, but if it hadn’t been what she wanted then why did she do it? Was this some sort of twisted game she was playing? Had that been Princess Peach instead of Naomi? Was she even able to separate the two anymore?
