Hollywood Hero: A Sexy Billionaire Romance (The Director's Assistant Book 4) Page 4

  His hands went to his belt, finishing what I had started. Suddenly I could feel his huge, hard bulge through his boxers, and it was heavenly.

  “I need you,” I said, staring into his eyes. I saw so much there—love, passion, trust. I moved my hips up to meet his, expressing my need with my body, too.

  Our kisses began to get faster. I felt him, pressing against me as we kissed. My hands travelled down his back to his behind, gripping him. I moaned into his mouth as I worked his boxers below his hips. When my fingers had stretched as far as they could, his hands moved to help. I removed my panties as he pushed his own shorts down. He lowered his hips. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He nudged. I guided. Then he drove himself into me, and we both gasped.

  No matter how many times I took his length, the pleasure of that first thrust never lessened. It was like my whole body had dived into an icy pool of delight—the sweet shock travelling up through me to bounce around and scramble my brain, before returning to its point of origin as I acclimatized.

  I began to move first; slowly, ever so slightly—feeling every inch of him within me until he too began to move; the glide back and forth producing a different type of pleasure to that of simply being filled. It was more intense, but less specific. I could feel fewer exact parts of him as he moved, but what I could feel took me higher.

  I stared into his eyes as he found his rhythm within me. It was intimate, locking souls like this. I could read every sensation my body was giving him, and it made my desire even stronger. The heat in my center quickly built.

  His pace increased, moving faster, as my own chest started to rise and fall rapidly. I pulled him closer with my legs, urging him to finish me without words. I wanted all of him. I wanted to feel him move powerfully inside me. I wanted him to bring me to that height from which I could soar.

  I met his every thrust with the movement of my own hips as he obliged. Our bodies began to slam together faster and faster until there was no rhythm, and there was no intent—only pleasure, building so quickly I could feel my heart in my throat. I realized I was crying his name out loud.

  “Archer!” I closed my eyes, nails raking down his back.

  “Archer!” My head was thrown back, reveling in the power of his body.

  “Archer!” I stiffened all over, the bottled pressure too much for my hips to bear. Euphoria exploded inside me, and I screamed his name as I shuddered, gripping him, holding him against my body as I convulsed upon him over and over again.

  The tightening of my body led him to his own release. The feel of him issuing inside me sent me hurtling over the edge a second time.

  Later, we lay together in a tangle of arms and legs. My head was on his chest, the sound of his strong heartbeat lulling me into that sweet place between wakefulness and sleep.

  “You know something?” I asked, giggling to myself.

  “What?” He ran a hand up and down my back, gently.

  “We’re falling into a rut!”

  “What do you mean?”

  I pushed myself up on one elbow, leaning my chin on his chest. “Do you realize this is the first time we haven’t had sex somewhere exotic?” I poked him playfully. “I do not want to become one of those boring couples that does it in the same position every time. Before you know it, we’ll be scheduling sex.”

  He chuckled. “Well I’ll be damned. I think we’re going to have to do something about this.”

  I laughed. “I’m kidding, you know that right?”

  He shook his head, sliding from beneath me and then climbing out of bed. “I’m not going to risk it.”

  “Oh, no… what are you thinking?”

  He held out one hand. “Come with me.”

  Before I knew it, we were on the roof of the building, wrapped in bathrobes.

  “I can’t believe this,” I said, giggling uncontrollably. But there was no dissuading Archer—he spread a thick blanket on the roof, then pulled me down beside him. We faced each other, on our sides.

  “This is crazy!” I laughed, as he tugged at the belt holding the robe closed.

  “Admit it. It’s not the craziest thing we’ve ever done.” He ran his hands over the bare skin beneath my fluffy cotton robe. His touch killed my inhibitions instantly.

  “But…”I tried one last time. I couldn’t finish the sentence. I didn’t want to—his hand had skimmed lightly over the curve of my backside.

  “Tell me to stop, if you want to stop,” he whispered, biting my earlobe.

  How could I? I was already on fire, all over again. His hands were breaking me down, removing every last bit of resolve I had. By the time his fingers dipped around the curve of my legs to find their center, I was lost.

  “Yes… please…” I threw my leg over his as his hand worked me beneath the robe. My hips jerked back and forth in time with his stroking. I heard his groans, my pleasure turning him on, making him just as frantic as I was for release.

  The beautiful tension built higher and higher until my whole body tensed. I threw back my head, crying out into the evening air as his fingers worked their magic upon me.

  I was left breathless after, shocked at how quickly he’d brought me to completion. The thrill of being outdoors had something to do with it, I knew. But the bulk of it was Archer.

  Speaking of bulk. I moved his own robes aside. His member was hard, throbbing, waiting for satisfaction. I pushed him onto his back, plunging my head down on him. He gasped as I took the tip of him in my mouth.

  I’d been here before, but never like this. Never out in the open, with a million sparkling stars overhead, illuminating the flesh of the gorgeous man below. My tongue traced the outline of his ridge as my lips slid smoothly over him. I could taste him, salty on my tongue. I could feel him throbbing harder as I began to move up and down.

  He began to groan in pleasure, his hands holding the back of my head as I bobbed. I took it slow at first, teasing him with just tongue and lips before allowing my hands to join the party too. I gripped him tightly as I sucked above, one hand on the other like I was playing hot potato. Then I began to twist in opposite directions as my whole body moved up and down. I felt his hands tighten in my hair immediately. “Josie,” he groaned.

  I giggled, the vibrations eliciting another sound from the back of his throat. It seemed I’d found an instant favorite. I began to move faster, taking him just to the edge, and then slowing down. Speeding up, then slowing again. Before long he was gasping in frustrated pleasure. He felt so tense in my hands I was surprised he didn’t explode.

  The third time I began to slow, my hands loosening slightly as they twisted, he pulled me from him with a growl. “Roll over,” he commanded, voice hoarse. His breath was coming in ragged gasps.

  I moved to my hands and knees. No sooner was I in position than he was driving himself into me again.

  Now that he could control the speed, he began to move fast; slamming into me with an eagerness borne of lust. My whole body swung forward each time our hips met. I braced my hands to meet him, blowing the bangs from my eyes.

  I was owned by him now, possessed; a slave on my knees to passion only he commanded. His hands on my hips pulled me against him. Our bodies slapped together in frenzied rhythm.

  The heat was rising within me; the fourth time I’d felt this flame tonight.

  I didn’t care who saw us—I threw off my robe, sitting up to recline in his lap, never breaking contact. His hands found my breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh. I covered his hands with my own, enjoying the pressure, squeezing his fingers into me. I was open to the world; on display. And yet the only person I could think about was Archer.

  My head fell back onto his shoulder, the fresh air drawing goosebumps across my skin. It stoked the flames, drawing them higher. I began to cry as the tension built to breaking within me. And then I felt him swell.

  I stiffened as he exploded within me, his heat rocketing me toward the stars, and I screamed out across the rooftops in joy. His arms wrapped around
me as both our bodies found release.

  Epilogue

  “Nothing in my life will ever be the same,” I murmured.

  “I know the feeling,” he said with a grin.

  We were sitting on the roof, our legs dangling over the edge. We’d finished our tryst and I was happy; floating through a daydream I never wanted to wake up from. I turned to him. “I’m a girl who grew up watching Hollywood Musicals. Maybe that skewed me somehow—gave me unrealistic ideas of what life should really be like.”

  My hands began to twist upon each other. “I don’t know. Those fantasies, those ideals… I couldn’t ever find anyone that lived up to them.”

  Archer took my hand and squeezed it, compassion in his eyes.

  “But then you show up,” I continued, tears filling my own. I laughed. “And yes, there were obstacles… putting it mildly. But it was worth it. Love conquered all—I feel like I’ve fallen into my very own Hollywood Musical.”

  I smiled then, through happy tears, and leaned over to kiss him with all the gratitude in my heart. “You’ve made my dreams come true. You’ve made my life better in every way. How can I ever thank you for that?”

  He was silent for several moments before speaking. “You can do me a favor in return,” he suggested.

  “Oh?”

  He leaned back on his hands, looking up at the sky.

  “This is a special night,” he mused.

  “Tell me about it.”

  “For more than that,” he said, chuckling. “Look at the sky. You can see the stars. It’s not often you see the stars in Hollywood. Actual stars.”

  I followed his gaze. “You’re right,” I said. The sky was spangled, from horizon to horizon. “It’s beautiful.”

  “There’s a full moon, too. The only thing brighter in the sky than the stars. It’s a perfect night.”

  I looked over at Archer with a smile. I hadn’t expected a man with all his money and power to care about simple things like sitting on a rooftop, looking up at the sky together.

  “You know what this sky reminds me of?” he asked suddenly.

  “No, what?”

  “The last lines of that old Bette Davis movie, Now, Voyager. I’m assuming you’ve seen it.”

  “Only every single time it’s on TV, and when I’m in the mood to watch it on Blu-ray.”

  He laughed. “Do you remember when Paul Henreid asks Bette to marry him at the end of the movie? She says, ‘Don’t let’s ask for the moon. We have the stars.’ And that beautiful Max Steiner score swells up in the background. It’s one of my favorite movie endings, ever.”

  I hated to disagree with him, but… “He doesn’t ask her to marry him. He asks if she’s happy helping him raise his daughter. Basically to be his mistress.” I turned to him, giggling.

  The laughter stopped dead in my throat when I saw the small, velvet box in his hand. “Sorry there’s no Max Steiner score,” he murmured. Then he opened the box, and I could have sworn one of those stars had fallen to earth and found its way onto the ring within it.

  “Oh…Archer…”

  “Please give me my happily ever after, Josie. Please tell me you’ll be my wife.”

  Tears spilled down my cheeks. “Do you even have to ask?” I laughed, holding out my hand to accept the ring. But I didn’t look at it. I didn’t need to. He was all I’d ever need, because no movie could ever end better than this.

  -The End-

  Author’s Note

  Thank you for reading my Hollywood series. I like to think that these four books are sprinkled with a little bit of movie magic. There’s a great romance, of course, and blackmail too. Throw in a sexy hero (always a Hollywood favorite), a damsel in un-dress (I’d say distress, but to my thinking she actually saved the day) and some great old time movie references, and hopefully you get something you want to read again and again!

  The idea behind this series was suggested by two very good friends of mine, James and Renee. I’d like to give a special shout out to them here; without their input the series might never have existed. Renee also helped pick the cover for this series—I must say Archer looks suspiciously like James, though if you were to ask her, she’d deny it ;)

  If you have enjoyed my work, you may also wish to consider reading some of my other books, including my series about a woman working for a Billionaire, and a librarian who meets a sexy stranger during a snow storm.

  The first books in both series are free if you sign up for my newsletter! You can do so at www.nightvisionbooks.com/nikki-steele.

  Happy reading!

  Nikki

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