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“I was,” I say with a shrug. “But something about this role calls to me. If I get it, I’ll be happy. I know I will.”

She nods slowly, seeming to accept the explanation. I’m being intentionally vague, but it’s not the role, itself, that is so desirable. It’s the other thing, the thing I refuse to divulge. I can’t. Not yet.

Not until I know it’s possible.

And when I know for sure, I’m hoping she’ll be as happy as I am.

ChapterThirty-One

Willow

Imade the conscious decision to put Gavin’s audition and what it might ultimately mean for us out of my head, and that’s what I’m doing. At his request, I took a few days off work, packed a bag, and agreed to hide myself away at his rental house with him.

Just the two of us.

It feels weird to be snuggled on the couch watching movies on a Wednesday morning when I would normally be at the shop, but I have a good crew, and I know everything is being handled without me.

Gavin’s lips start skimming the shell of my ear, distracting me from all else. I stretch against him, tilting my head back to give him access to my ear and the length of my neck, and he doesn’t waste a second. He kisses a path downward to my shoulder before moving back up.

When he reaches my ear again, he whispers, “You are utter perfection in my arms. Never leave.”

I won’t be the one who leaves.

I push the thought away as his tongue flicks against the lobe. I sit up, looking over my shoulder to shoot him a heated look before twisting until I’m facing him, my chest against his. He dips his head, capturing my lips with his as his hands smooth down my back to grip my ass.

I can feel his erection growing beneath me, pushing up into my stomach as our tongues dance around each other, a game of cat and mouse where everyone wins. Heat pools in my core, and Gavin grunts in disappointment when I break off the kiss. Smiling at him, I scoot down his body, kissing a path down his bare chest until I reach the waistband of his athletic shorts.

When I look back up at his face, my breath catches in my throat at the heat in his gaze. I’ve yet to taste his cock, and I can see he’s just as turned on by the prospect as I am. Returning my attention to the task at hand, I push myself onto my knees and tug down the elastic waist of his shorts. He lifts his hips slightly, and I manage to pull them to his knees. He doesn’t have on underwear, and his cock juts up proudly as I stare.

I try to back up a little more so I don’t have to bend my body like a pretzel, but I’ve reached the end of the sofa and…this isn’t going to work.

Climbing off the couch, I grab a pillow and motion for Gavin to sit up. He does so wordlessly, spreading his legs and gripping the base of his cock to tug it lightly. My mouth starts to water, and I drop the pillow onto the floor between his feet before lowering myself to my knees.

“You’re so beautiful,” Gavin says, stroking his length as I kiss my way up his inner thigh.

When I reach the top, he releases his cock and stretches his arm over the back of the couch. Replacing his hand with mine, I lift his shaft slightly and run my tongue up the underside in a long, slow lick. Our gazes stay locked the whole time, and I see his pupils dilate with need.

Swirling my tongue around the tip, I revel in his quick intake of breath and the way his thigh muscles tense on either side of me. Pushing up higher on my knees, I open my mouth and slowly lower onto him while brushing my tongue over the sensitive skin. A low groan vibrates in Gavin’s chest, urging me on. I take him as deep as I can, fighting my gag reflex as he clogs my throat.

“Jesus,” he mutters, his hand tangling in my hair to pull me up a little. “You don’t have to choke yourself.”

I can tell it kills him to say that because it feels so good to him, but he’s always concerned with my comfort, first and foremost. Fighting the tug on my hair, I push back down, driving him even deeper this time. My throat works around it, and I can’t breathe, but it’s worth it when Gavin’s breaths puff out in short bursts, each one accompanied by an almost pained sound.

I pull up slowly, swirling my tongue around his length as I go, breathing through my nose and giving my lungs some relief. A startled yelp burst out of me when Gavin grips my biceps and yanks up, pulling me onto his lap. I’m barely settled when his mouth attacks mine, kissing me with an urgency I’ve never felt before.

He breaks off just as suddenly, panting for oxygen as he stares at me with wild, crazed eyes.

“Are you on birth control?”

“Yes,” I groan as he grips my hips and grinds me down against his erection. “I have an IUD.”

He pulls my shirt over my head and leans forward to nip at my breasts through my thin bra. His fingers slip beneath the hem of my shorts, and he groans when he finds my underwear damp with need.

“I’ve never had sex without a condom,” he says, leaning back to meet my gaze. “I have a clean bill of health.”

I know what he’s asking, but I just stare at him, waiting to hear him say the words. Ireallywant to hear him say it.

“I want to fuck this pretty, hot pussy with nothing between us,” he says a few beats later, and my inner walls clench down at the need in his voice.

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