Page 70 of Troublemaker: The Big Picture Edition

Christ. If some guy said that in a script I was reading, I would cross it out with a red pen and writegive me a fucking breakin the margin. But it’s true. I like having her in here.

“I’m so embarrassed that you just said that out loud,” she snickers while turning to face me. Her blue eyes are glistening. She reaches for my face and kisses my forehead.

“Are you crying?”

“No. Shut up.Youare.” She blinks rapidly. “You made my eyeballs orgasm, so they’re still a little moist, that’s all.” She sighs and touches my cheek. “And I’m just so glad I’m here. I spent so many hours of my life lying in bed with my ex in Paso Robles, staring out the window and feeling guilty about secretly wishing I was somewhere else. With someone else.” She takes a deep breath before continuing. “I like being here with you.”

“You can stay the night.” I push the stray strands of hair from her face and press a kiss to her cheek. “I don’t have to be anywhere until ten tomorrow. We’re having brunch at my friend’s house.”

I watch her decide what to say, and my cock and I know before she even opens her mouth that I’m going to sleep alone tonight. “I shouldn’t leave my dog alone overnight. I’m taking him to the library tomorrow morning, so I need him to be calm.”

“So your dogdoesknow how to read.”

She laughs. “He’s a therapy dog. Kids readtohim.”

I prop myself up on both elbows. “Explain.”

“Kids who are shy or nervous about reading sometimes feel more comfortable reading to a dog. Or anything that they feel isn’t judging them. They have read-to-a-dog programs all over the country. We did it in Paso Robles. I started taking him to the library here. He just lies down in a corner and kids take turns reading to him, in private. It’s really sweet.”

“I love that. That is the best excuse I’ve ever heard for fucking and running.”

She gives me a light arm punch for that. “I’m not running. And I don’t believe any woman has ever given you an excuse to leave your bed.”

“Obviously not. I mean, I’m one of the hottest bachelors in Hollywood, but I’ve heard stories about excuses. From less-hot Hollywood bachelors… Don’t go yet. Did you want to eat? We can go downstairs, or I can bring it up.”

“Not yet,” she says, sitting up. “I’m not quite done with you.”

My cock and I are very optimistic again all of a sudden. “No?”

She dips down to kiss my chest and then straddles my waist. I’m looking up at her sweet face through a curtain of blonde hair and she’s biting her lower lip, and I already know that I’m going to feel extra lonely when she’s gone. I don’t ever want her to be done with me. She sweeps her nipples across my chest before straightening her back and reaching behind her ass to where I am already standing at attention for her. With a flick of her neck, her hair flies over one shoulder, and now Ireallyprefer this view to the one out my window.

I squeeze her ass. “Fuck. Miss Stiles. I like what you’re doing with your hand down there.”

“Do you? Well, you know, I’m one of the hottest teachers in Silver Lake.”

“Oh, you’re the hottest. In the entire surrounding area, including Los Feliz, I’m sure of it.”

“Oh really?” One of her hands grips me a little tighter, and she reaches the other one around to do something amazing to the head of my cock.

“All of LA county, in fact.” I manage to say.

“Well, let’s not exaggerate, Mr. Vega.” She gently slides a hand down to my balls and squeezes her thighs and her ass tight, andfucking hell I just like this woman so much.I try to lift myself up to kiss her, but she leans back. Little tease. She bites her lip again. I want to bite that lip. But I also want her to keep doing what she’s doing.

And she does.

For another few seconds or a minute, or maybe an hour, I have no idea.

I refuse to come until I’m inside her again, but I’m so ready.

She is bathed in moonlight now, and every inch of her silky, slender naked body should be kissed. By me. With the reverence and urgency of an eager student, but I lie here in silent awe of her. Falling slowly and hard and fast all at once. I want her. This is who I want.

“Why don’t you reach inside that drawer,” she says, her voice so husky. She is the star and director of this scene, and I am here to support her in any way I can.

She raises herself up as I retrieve a condom, and then I watch her roll it on, and then I watch her position herself over me.

“Are you ready?” she asks, smirking.

Little vixen.