Bedroom Paparazzi Page 2

  “We didn’t do anything, silly.” Then she leaned forward and kissed my knees and my thighs till my shaft lengthening against my will to throb in her face.

  “Nicole,” I said through gritted teeth. “You need to get the fuck out of here.”

  All that did was make her laugh harder as she tapped my beating member. “Your big cock doesn’t seem to agree. You wanna fuck me like you used to? On the window sill with my head screaming at the street below? You wanna press your thumb into my asshole again, baby?”

  I groaned and turned away, not wanting to show her how thirsty my body had grown in the past few weeks. When I closed my eyes, I could still picture every inch of her. I don’t think there was a part of her I hadn’t kissed and tasted. I’d given her everything I had.

  And then came the injury. One misplaced foul, and I was out for the next few games. The fight afterward hadn’t helped. Especially when it turned out the foul was on purpose.

  “All you basketball players are so fucking big.” She marked the last word with a quick breath. “You should see Dean’s.”

  She’d done it. She’d slept with him. That was why Dean fouled me. It wasn’t just for the game. It was to get me out of the spotlight. To get the girl he was after. My girl.

  But she was no longer my girl. I didn’t recognize her anymore. Her skin had been made foreign by him, her sweet softness rendered unfamiliar by a stranger’s hand, laced with a stranger’s scent. Still, here she was squeezing my butt, trying to get back with me.

  I grabbed her hand and pushed her away. She’d fucked him. She’d still fuck him, I repeated to myself. She doesn’t love me. Only the attention. But history had a way of holding on to things. “You need to leave, right now.”

  “Oh, don’t be like that, baby.” She got on my lap, our body heat combining into one as she took me between her thighs. I was right up against her soft folds, and I was just about to let her have me when she spoke again. “It was only one night.” She kissed my jaw. “Okay, maybe two or three.”

  “Leave through the garage,” I said, standing up and turning so that she plopped onto the bed. She’d pulled off my boxers while I’d slept, and I found them in the corner. “Actually, I’ll walk you out.”

  Nicole made a face and looked away, her face turning red. Disappointment. Anger. Jealousy. Three of the emotions that had sunk their nails into my chest. She pulled on her tights, bending down slowly to show me her round ass. Then she pulled on one of my shirts and reached for my crotch. “I know my way out, baby. You just stay and rest.”

  “Shut it,” I said, grabbing her hand. “Through the garage. I don’t need any more pictures of you leaving my place.” Someone had photographed her walking out of my building a month after we’d broken up. It got blasted all over social media. Didn’t these assholes have anything better to do than to fuck with me?

  After I got her into a cab, I’d come back up, my cock throbbing with need. I’d sunk to my kitchen floor, pulling the magazine Nicole must have left on the counter with me. And it’d been her: Katie Morrison. Blonde, in a sexy string outfit, covering her breasts with her hands. There was a sly parting of her lips and a gleam in her eyes, and the barest hint of the curve between her legs. She had been the salvation to the problem in my pants, a problem I needed to get down before my meeting with the footwear executives that no longer wanted to sign me.

  ***

  Katie flushed the toilet and sat back on the tiled floor, looking up at the ceiling and breathing hard.

  “Are you okay?” I asked again, my hands hovering in the air, unsure of where to go. She looked back at me with a small turn of her head. Her eyes were red and puffy; tears rolled down her cheeks. Praying my cock wouldn’t slip out of my waistband, I knelt down and offered her a paper towel.

  “Thank you,” she said, then wiped her mouth. Lipstick came off like blood. I didn’t know where to look. I could see the sides of her breasts, so pale and round as they strained against the pink cloth of her sweater.

  I remembered that there was a cut out at the center of her bust, and suddenly I had the aching need to turn her around. It was night and day seeing her on screen or in a magazine and seeing her in real life. But she was sick, and I’m an idiot who needed to get his head out of the gutter. “You’re not pregnant, are you?” What the fuck did I just say?

  She startled me with a laugh. I’d expected a slap or at least a dirty look. That was easily the stupidest thing I’d ever asked a woman. Was I that out of practice? I watched her hair bounce, and then I saw the jiggling on her chest and had to suck in a breath.

  “What?” But even as the question left my lips, I remembered the interview and the reason for it. Her big break up. So she was single.

  Katie waved her hand at me, indicating I help her up. As she stood to her feet, my heart sunk down into my loins as I got a glimpse down her sweater. “They’re all going to be waiting for me outside,” she whispered. “It doesn’t help that I’d walked into a men’s room.”

  I only had eyes for her soft lips as she spoke. Then I saw the pale blue of her own. How could one person be so beautiful?

  “Jason?”

  When I heard my name, I looked up with surprise as a thrill raced down my spine “You know who I am?”

  “Yeah,” she said, making the face one makes when talking to an idiot. I loved the way her eyebrows took a sharp turn. “You were all over the news like two months ago.”

  My fantasies melted away as Nicole’s face emerged. And then came Dean, behind her and grinning stupidly like he always did for the camera. Then I realized how I could get back at them as I looked into Katie’s eyes. “I have an idea about your problem.”

  She bit her lip, looking so innocent I thought my pants would drop then and there. She was a swimsuit model and yet there was this charm about her: a pure and delightful dance in the movements of her hips, the way her eyes sparkled with hope, and the way her lips were shaped as if it were permanently teasing a smile. I couldn’t justify thinking dirty about her, but I couldn’t help it either.

  “Yes?” She moved closer to me, breaching comfort zones I no longer cared for. She motioned towards the sink, to which I was blocking the way.

  I took a step back; I didn’t want her to catch me looking down her cleavage. “What if we went out there kissing?”

  Katie pushed passed me, our bodies touching momentarily as my mind screamed at me to touch her some more, and walked over to the sink. She stood in front of the mirror, eyeing herself, before turning the faucet. I watched her rinse her mouth.

  My heart was pounding in my chest. I’d definitely creeped her out. What kind of asshole would ask for something like that? What did she think my intent was? What did I think my intent was?

  Then she cracked another smile, her lips pursing, and a wild gleam settled in her eyes. “That would fuck with them so hard.”

  I almost jumped up for joy, cheering and shouting at the sky. But I nodded, trying to play it cool and natural. “They’d have something new to gossip about.”

  She tied her hair into a ponytail, and I watched every movement of her body, realizing I hadn’t been turned on by a real woman in ages. After Nicole, I thought no one could ever fire me up again, but here was Katie, a supermodel who’d just thrown up, who’d been crying and still looked a bit shaken, and I was about to make out with her in front of the world. I felt like a jackass, but my heart danced in my chest. Her hair done, she rubbed her cheeks. “Let me just clean this off.” She splashed water all over her face, removing all of her makeup.

  When she looked up at me again, it was as if we were meeting for the first time. I swallowed hard, taking in her soft pink lips, now less scarlet and more soothing. Her blue eyes sparkled even brighter, despite the lack of mascara.

  “I feel so much more comfortable without all that,” she said as she dried off on some paper towels.

  There was nothing I could say or do except nod. “Yes, ma’am.”

  Katie dabbed her cheeks.
“So how do you want to do this? And it’s just one kiss right?”

  As soon as she placed the towels in the trash, I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my arms.

  She reacted with surprise, then she warmed up as I pressed my lips to her. She smiled into my kiss and put her arms around me, grabbing a fistful of my hair with one hand. She was a wild one. Before I knew it, I found her tongue pushing against mine, and I stepped back slowly, leading her towards the door. “Let’s do this,” she whispered, nudging my nose with hers.

  Grabbing the handle with one hand, I lead her out of the bathroom, our faces mashed into each other, our tongues clashing, but as we moved into the buzz of people, a deafening silence roared in our wake.

  The flurry of camera clicks and flashes drizzled in before becoming a media monsoon.

  I grinned into her lips, knowing we’d be an international sensation before the day would end. And to think my morning started with such a shit show. I broke away for a quick breath, and I found myself blinking at her enchanting eyes. My arms tightened around her waist, and I wasn’t sure I could ever let her go.

  Chapter 3.

  Katie

  The adrenaline started to fade as soon as I’d sat down in the leather backseat. My head was clearing as the car pulled away from in front of the building and joined the throng of sleek town cars and the rush of people crossing the streets.

  What was I thinking heading out of the building, making out with Jason the fucking basketball star, and climbing into a car with him after emerging from the men’s room? The men’s room!

  What were the headlines going to say?

  I groaned, and Jason turned to me with the brilliant smile that’s been on his face since this started. People had thrown so many questions at us and there had been so many flashes of cameras, but we’d just made out and stayed close to each other until his driver guided us to safety.

  “Take me home,” I said, eager to put this behind me. The only good thing was that it would drive attention away from my break up. I was sick and tired of hearing my ex’s name with mine.

  “Maybe we should take this back to my place?” He had a hopeful look on his face, a kind of cute expression that made full use of his 5 o’clock shadow. It was endearing and I bet it worked well on many women.

  “I don’t think so,” I said, crossing my arms. Then I quickly uncrossed them when I saw where his eyes had darted. My arms had propped up my breasts.

  He smiled apologetically. “I meant to seal the dead on our little joke. We don’t have to actually do anything.” We were sitting right next to each other, and he slid a little closer so that our legs touched. Seal the deal.

  Oh, that kiss had been wonderful. My mind was still reeling, my heart still fluttering. I don’t think I’d ever felt this way with Nathan. This surge of desire, escape, and danger. “Is this a booty call?” I asked, only half joking. But what if it was? Would I be okay with that?

  Jason laughed, his knee knocking against mine. “We can pretend it’s one.” Before I could protest, he brought up a finger and shushed me. Then he leaned in close, close enough for me to see myself in his dark eyes. “I promise,” he whispered, his nose touching mine. “Nothing physical.”

  How often did he play that card on women? I bet it worked every single fucking time. I licked my lips slowly and nodded, not trusting my voice. I could still taste him, remembering how his tongue had struggled against mine.

  “You were absolutely stunning on that late night show,” he said, moving back to give me some breathing space.

  I sputtered and coughed to disguise my flustered sound. “No, I was terrible.”

  Shrugging, he said that I looked great.

  “Do you think I could change at your place?” I asked, blushing as I realized that would entail being naked, even if only for a moment. That could escalate quickly. He was hot, devilishly handsome. And he was a good kisser. His hands knew what they were doing. When he’d kissed me, he’d been massaging my lower back, stroking my hair, making me feel all sorts of good feelings.

  He caught me looking at him and grinned. “You didn’t hear what I’d just said, did you?”

  “No,” I said, looking away to hide my blush. What the hell was wrong with me?

  “I think I might have some women’s wear in my closet. But my girlfriend, ex-girlfriend was a few sizes smaller.” He looked down at my breast again, then quickly returned to my eyes. Now we were both caught thinking dirty. And we were on the way to his place. Sex much?

  But I wrinkled my nose. “I don’t want to wear anything like that.”

  He laughed, but I’d seen the sadness in his eyes, the subtle way his features darkened when he mentioned her, even if it wasn’t by name.

  “Are you still in love with her?” The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. I quickly placed a hand on his arm. “Sorry. You don’t have to answer that.” Way to ruin a moment, Katie.

  Jason looked at my hand thoughtfully. “I don’t think it was love. It was more that she was just so familiar and then she wasn’t.”

  “Oh.” I knew the feeling exactly. Nathan had been my boyfriend since we were in college. We both looked good. We both rocked blonde hair. It seemed like the perfect fit. And it helped that he was infatuated with me and super rich. But I thought I loved him. “I think we’re all guilty of wanting something stable.”

  “Yeah,” he said. “It feels better when you think someone will always be there at night. Something safe.”

  I smiled sadly. It seemed we were both punished for choosing the safe route.

  When we got to his place, an enormous apartment complex that spread across the block, he popped out of the car and held the door open for me. He was surprisingly good at playing the boyfriend, and I realized he had a lot of practice from his former girlfriend. If the news articles were right, they were always seen together. Before and after his games, at parties, at social events. I felt tingly when he took my hand. His were so big and rough.

  People pounced on us before we could even take a breath outside of the car. I hurried to pull my sweater down over my thighs, and then leaned against Jason, who wrapped his muscular arm around my shoulders and led me into the building. His driver had gotten out to keep the paparazzi at bay.

  Jason nodded at the doorman, and then we were in an elevator. I instinctively took a step away, grateful for the privacy, and he looked sideways at me as if he might just pull me back.

  A part of me wanted him to. Needed him to.

  The steel doors opened, and we walked through a classy hall, complete with a chandelier and portraits of old fancy European people before he unlocked his flat and welcomed me inside.

  “House Jackson,” he said, raising his arms as I stepped into what appeared to be a miniature palace.

  “Whoa. How rich are you?” There was a huge TV attached to one of the walls. The screen itself would have taken up an entire side of my own bedroom. The lights were modern, and they’d turned on as soon as we’d opened the door. The living room looked like it was straight out of a magazine. Leather couches circled a table with a huge vase filled with colorful stones. There was an enormous poster of Marilyn Monroe on the wall.

  “I am the starting shooting guard on the New York team,” he said, chuckling as I walked around him ogling the sleek finish of the floors, the colorful decorative curtains on his windows. “I thought you would be used to this sort of thing as a supermodel.”

  I shook my head. “I’m still a normal model.” I lived in a cozy apartment that I shared with Tiana. It felt like our entire place would fit into his living room and there would still be enough room for a basketball court.

  “Well if you’d like to change, my bedroom is this way.” He took my hand, and a shiver ran down my spine. It felt so much sexier in private, knowing that we didn’t have to.

  “Are you just trying to get me alone with you in a room with a bed?” Might not be such a bad idea, I thought. But then again, did I really want to get invol
ved with someone like him?

  His eyes tightened as a smile snuck onto his features. “Who wouldn’t?”

  “Do you want to watch me change?” I asked, a naughty feeling emerging in my gut. I wanted him to see me completely. Perhaps to thank him for getting me away from the paparazzi. Or maybe just because I wanted to.

  Jason’s smile disappeared and he pulled me in close so that I had to put my arms up on his shoulders. A hungry look appeared as he clenched his jaws, and I felt my legs go weak.

  “I would love to,” he whispered, his voice soft and dripping with danger. “But I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to keep my promise.”

  I shut my eyes and let his voice fill my head. It was so low, so unbelievably sexy. Where Nathan had always played the classic nice guy, Jason oozed excitement. He brought a sense of danger that promised adventure, and I wondered how many girls would kill to be on the receiving end of his attention.

  I cleared my throat and nodded. “It was a joke.” But my face was burning, and I walked away, realizing too late that he’d pulled up my sweater so that my ass was on full display.

  ***

  His bedroom was surprisingly simplistic. There was a king sized bed that took up an entire side. A window showed the buildings of the other block and the street so far below. There was a poster of Michael Jordan, but the only other thing was a small potted plant on a desk next to a monitor and a keyboard.

  It was clean for the most part, but there were loose clothes strewn on the floor. Bright red basketball sneakers were tossed in the corner, and the room smelled of dude, a mixture of sweat and cologne. I inhaled deeply; his scent made me think of an ancient forest where I could walk around naked and bathe in the sun.

  His bed was made with a simple white sheet where two pillows resting against the black headboard. An image of me with my arms on that head board flashed through my mind, sweating and gasping for breath as Jason pounded me from behind, my breasts grasped firmly in his wonderfully rough palms.