I, Porn Star (I #1) (38 page)
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Authors: Zara Cox
“And do you,
crave me?” he rasps.
“I do,” I murmur.
His eyes fire a
blaze of silver blue. “Fuck, you don’t know what hearing that does to me.”
“Good things, I
hope.”
“Seriously
awesome things. I love you. I love you. Please forgive me. I’ll spend the rest
of my life making it up to you. Please give me the chance?”
“You talk a good
game, Mr. Blackwood. Let me think on it for a minute.”
We grin at each
other for several heartbeats before he sobers. “I’m so glad Fionnella agreed to
come find you for me.”
“So am I. Is
she…okay now that this is over?”
He nods. “I think
we’re both ready to put it behind us, however we can.”
My heart turns
over in anger and sorrow for the wrongs done to them.
“I can’t stand
the thought that they did that to you and your mother.”
He looks at me
solemnly for several beats. Then he nods. “Would you like me to have them
killed?”
I gasp. “Quinn.
Please don’t joke about things like that.”
He doesn’t reply.
I look deeper into his eyes. And shiver. “Please tell me you were just joking?”
He shrugs.
“You’re distressed. Forget what I said.”
I shake my head.
“That’s…just on the off-chance you weren’t joking, I don’t want to have
anyone
killed.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?” I repeat
incredulously.
He grabs me by
the waist and pulls me beneath him. The breath is knocked out of me and when I
take a deep breath, his gaze drops to my boobs. Then with monumental effort he
drags it back up. “Okay.”
He stares at me
for a long while. “I love you. Fuck, I never thought I’d say those words. To
anyone again besides Mama.”
Tears fill my
eyes. He brushes them away and drops a light kiss on my nose.
“Let’s talk about
us some more. I still have a lot of making up to do.”
“Okay. I think
you should know, I’m not accepting that five million.”
He grimaces and
rises off the bed. He paces agitatedly for a minute before he stares at me. “I
really want you to take it, Elyse.”
“Why?”
“I can’t take
back some of the things I did. But this would help. Give it to Petra, or give
it to your favorite charity if you want. But take it.”
“If it means that
much to you—”
“It does.”
“Then okay, it
goes to Petra. What next?”
He eyes me from
head to toe. “I’m obsessed with you. Have I told you that?”
“Not in so many
words.” My eyes drift to the TV screen. “But I have a fair idea.” I smile.
He smiles back.
My insides melt. “I intend to fuel that obsession. Night and day for a very
long time. Do you have any objections to maybe considering making this thing
between us permanent? Maybe after I get a proper therapist to sort out my…” he
indicates his head.
My smile widens
until I’m scared my face will burst. “Hmm, definitely maybe.”
He exhales.
“Okay, do you have any more objections I need to deal with?”
“Not an
objection. More like a condition.”
“Which is?”
“Am I allowed to
be equally as obsessed with you?”
His smile widens
by a mile. “Fuck yes.”
I laugh. My gaze
tracks over his hard, beautiful body. “Quinn?”
“Hmm?”
I sit up, tug my
T-shirt over my head and lie back against the pillows. “I love you.”
His breath
explodes out of him, but his eyes don’t stay on mine for long. They drop to my
breasts and I almost see him salivate. “I love you, too,” he croaks.
“Quinn?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you going to
stay all the way over there all day?”
A ragged groan
erupts from his throat as his wild eyes light brush fires all over my body.
“It’s been three
months
, firecracker. I’m dying to fuck
you. But I also want to prolong the agony, deserve you properly. So I’m going
to just stay right here for the next hour, and fuck you with my eyes. Think you
can handle that?”
No
. I can’t. And from
the hard on he’s sporting I don’t think he can either. “Are you sure that’s
wise?”
An arrogant brow
arches. “Is that a dare?”
I cup my breasts and
just smile. He groans, and starts moving toward me. At the last moment, he
veers to the bedside table. “I have something for you.”
“Oh?”
He brings out a
red velvet box, hands it to me. I open it to see a delicate platinum chain, on
which hangs a pink teardrop diamond.
“What’s this?”
He grins. My
heart lurches. I swear I’ll never get used to a smiling Quinn Blackwood. “The
diamond I promised your pussy.”
I can’t help it.
I laugh. I pluck the chain off its bed, rise to my knees and hold it out to him.
“Do you want to do the honors?”
His gorgeous eyes
light up. “You sure?”
I nod, because there’s
only one answer I can give. “Your body, your pussy.”
His whole body
shudders. “My heart?”
“Your heart.”
He gets on the
bed, crawls closer. “Say it all together. I want to hear it together, Elyse.”
“Your body. Your
pussy. Your heart. Your soul. Your love.”
We don’t last an
hour. Of course we don’t. We were insane to even attempt to try.
The moment he
secures the chain around my waist and the pink diamond drops perfectly into
place above my clit, he grabs my hips and drags me beneath his body. Our
reunion kiss is the stuff of dreams. He kisses me until my lips are bruised and
my heart screams with joy.
Then Quinn brings
Q to the game. The two men I adore love me to within an inch of my life.
And as I’m thrust
to the edge of the precipice, the most stunningly beautiful eyes in the world
pierce mine.
“God, I love you,
Elyse.”
“I love you,
too.”
“Always?” My
alpha demands.
“I belong to you,
Quinn. Always.”
His eyes gleam
with unshed tears. “Thank you for taking a chance on me, my sweet firecracker.
With everything that I am, everything I hope to be for you… for us…
thank you
.”
THE END
My thanks to the usual suspects who make this writing journey a
heady ride: my Minx Sisters, you know who you are. To Kate, my friend and
editor. Here we are again, another day, another story! To all the bloggers,
reviewers, Goodreads readers, FB Groups, Tweeters and Insta followers who
selflessly share my stories, I love you all hard. Thank you for all you do.
Finally, to my husband and kids. Thank you from bottom of my
heart for every single moment of love and support you lavish my way, and for
your enthusiasm for what I do. I couldn’t do this without you.
Much love,
Zara
xo
Zara Cox has been writing
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her close family (the over 18s anyway!). The Indigo Lounge Series is Zara's
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EXCERPT FROM HIGH (INDIGO LOUNGE BOOK 1
)
Zachary
Savage looked up from the papers he was perusing and watched three men enter
the Executive Guest Suite.
From
his position behind the glass wall of the mezzanine floor office he’d
commandeered from his assistant, he tracked them with narrow-eyed attention.
The
lead member of the rock band Friday’s Child was immediately recognizable. Back
in what felt like another life, Zachary had attended a couple of their gigs.
But that was before everything had gone to hell.
As
usual, any thoughts of how his life had changed over the past six years made
his jaw clench with anger and sorrow.
If
he’d known that this stopover would clash with one of his Indigo Lounge
flights, he’d have made other arrangements and placed himself very far away
from harsh reminders of the past.
What
the hell, he was here now.
That
he normally did the guest vetting from the comfort of his San Francisco home
office, was neither here nor there. The stopover from London to refuel his jet
was taking longer than expected. Working while he waited helped contain the
restlessness that continued to prowl inside him.
He
tried to get his brain back to work mode. So far he’d gone through the info on
all the passengers boarding his plane except one.
As far
as he’d been able to determine, the band members were clean. No evidence of
drug use or excessive drinking. The other six parties travelling on this Indigo
Lounge experience had been equally vetted. He tracked the band members to the
front desk, watched them flirt with the receptionist.
Boredom
escalating, his gaze returned to his papers. There was only one unknown
quantity.
Bethany
Green. The wild card.
Her
invitation had been issued late, but so far the preliminary background check
was clean.
He
was about to flip over to the photograph page when a flash of yellow caught his
attention.
She
stood framed in the doorway of his building, two large weekenders clutched in
her hand and an oversized purse slung over one shoulder.
Long,
dark hair spilled in rich waves around her bare shoulders and over her arms.
Against the sunlit backdrop, Zach couldn’t immediately see her face but what he
saw of her body made his breath catch as something flickered awake inside him.
The
way she held herself intrigued him; slightly unsure but poised on the
threshold, as if talking herself into taking the next step. In his world, women
reveled in being ball-breakers, strove to show no weakness in his presence in
hopes of impressing him.
Seeing
a woman who recognized her vulnerability and struggled to own it was oddly
captivating. He stood and walked to the window, surprised by how much he wanted
to see this woman.
The
wind caught and flattened her short dress against long, sexy bare legs, legs
that seemed to go on forever before they curved to embrace rounded hips and a
firm, flat stomach.
Zach’s
cock jerked, stunning the hell out of him with a hunger his jaded existence
hadn’t allowed him in a very long time. When his gaze reached her breasts, he
let out a growl and realized his fingers were braced against the glass, his
head almost touching it as he strained to see her face.
But
she remained in shadow, poised on the threshold of the building, undecided
whether to step in or bolt.
Come in.
He
realized he’d whispered the words and froze, a touch of confusion making him
frown. As he watched, her head cocked to the side, one hand lifting to brush
her long, luxurious hair off her face. And still he couldn’t see her.
But
with her hair out of the way, he caught sight of a sleek neck, smooth skin.
The
hunger grew, slammed inside him like a living thing. His cock, now fully awake,
demanded action. Action it hadn’t seen in weeks because even the thought of sex
bored had him to distraction. Until now.
He
breathed in deeply, every nerve in his body straining to see her fully.
Come in!
She
continued to play with her hair, holding it back from her face. He grew harder,
nearly dizzy with the force of his erection.
Finally,
she stepped forward.
Zach’s
breath blew out of his body when he saw her face. Sensation hit him with the
strength of a force-five hurricane. Her features were luscious; her pink mouth
full and deliciously curved as if created for kisses…his kisses. High
cheekbones and a pert nose completed the gorgeous tableau, and he watched with
unwavering attention as she entered his domain.
With
each step she took, he felt a powerful charge go through him. By the time she
was directly below him, his fist was clenched against the glass, his emotions
and his body both on fire.
She
glanced up directly at him, but of course, she couldn’t see him through the
one-way mirrored glass. At that angle, her face was even more stunning, her
clear blue eyes shining with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.
Zach
wanted all her excitement and none of the apprehension. Hell, he wanted her,
period.
No,
“want” was too tame to describe the feelings coursing through him. The
desperation churning inside him was as alien as it was forceful. He didn’t do
spontaneous. Didn’t crave a woman on just seeing her. Nowadays, his girlfriends
were carefully chosen, fully vetted.
And
yet…
She
lowered her gaze, shook her head slightly as if to clear it and looked around
her. The moment he saw her head for the desk where the rock band were getting
checked in, Zach cursed.
He
was running out of his office before the string of filthy words was complete.
***
Bethany
tried to shake off the strange sensation that had come over her and moved
toward the front desk, where a drop-dead blonde goddess was checking in the
last of the group of men. One of them, dark-haired and wearing an
expensive-looking leather jacket, glanced over at her and winked.
She
wasn’t naïve enough to mistake his interest but her return smile felt strained
all the same.
Now
that she was here, out of the sphere of Keely’s confidence, she was bombarded
with second thoughts. And that sensation she’d felt a moment ago as she looked
up the frosted glass, the feeling like she was on a yawning precipice, staring
into the face of danger…well, that had scared the shit of out her—
A
door to the side of her burst open, and Bethany stopped dead.
Jesus!
He
was all her wet dreams personified. The living god of her sexual fantasies, her
daydreams and her cravings come to life.
Eyes
the color of slate zeroed in on her from a face so incredibly stunning that her
mouth went dry. His bold stare transmitted a raw, sexual pulse of electricity
straight between her legs. As he moved like an animal barely caged by
civilization, her clit pulsed to life—contrary to Keely’s hypothesis, it
wasn’t quite dead yet it seemed.
Everything
fell away, every human being in the vicinity ceased to exist as she stared at
the god before her. The vaguely familiar god…
His
shoulders were wide, strong and imposing. He was breathtakingly tall, easily
six-foot four, with hair as black as the T-shirt he wore with black jeans that
emphasized narrow hips and taut, manly thighs.
Weathered
boots and a chocolate-colored leather jacket completed the package but did
nothing to disguise the air of raw masculinity that vibrated from him.
He
stared at her as if he had the right to, as if he owned her and intended to
claim her right there and then.
Bethany’s
pulse raced as she stared back, feeling extremely vulnerable but unable to pull
her gaze away.
He
moved one more step and stopped right before her, threatening to block out even
the sunlight.
“Welcome
to The Indigo Lounge.”
His
voice, like honeyed gravel, rough yet melodic, sent another wave of heat right
through her.
Bethany
had no trouble imagining it during sex, whispering hot, dirty things to her as
he fucked her. God, he probably fucked like a goddamn champion.
What
the hell had he said? Welcome?
“Umm…thank
you.”
He
finally broke his electric focus and nodded over to a spare desk. As if
conjured up by magic, another blonde goddess appeared behind it.
This
one seemed to have eyes only for the man in front of her. No surprise there.
But the avid interest in the woman’s gaze made Bethany itch to wipe the smile
from her face.
“Serena,
can you check in Miss…?” He looked at her, one brow raised.
Bethany
forced herself to focus. “Green. Bethany Green.”
His
eyes gleamed, then his lashes swept down to shield his expression. He nodded
and turned to Serena. “Check Miss Green in, and arrange for my bags to be
moved, too. I’m joining this I.L. trip.”
Serena’s
eyebrows hit her carefully arranged bangs. “You’re no longer heading to the
West Coast?”
His
nostrils flared slightly, and his jaw protruded as if he was battling with
himself. Finally, he smiled. “No. Change of plan. Can I rely on you to arrange
that, Serena?”
Of
course he could. Serena’s simpering smile indicated Mr. Sex God could rely on
her to arrange everything to suit him—including herself should the whim
take him.
“Right
away, sir.”
Sex
God smiled. “Not quite right away, Serena. First, please assist Miss Green.”
Stormy
grey eyes locked onto her once more. There was something about him that was so
devastatingly powerful, Bethany had to force herself to look away, desperately
willing her brain cells to track when Serena asked for her passport.
She
handed it over, along with her copy of the Indigo Lounge agreement, which she’d
signed in triplicate. All the while, the burn of his gaze silently branded her.
When
Serena fake-smiled and handed back her passport, Bethany’s hand shook as she
placed it in her purse. The force of his stare was that little bit too much for
comfort.
“If
you leave your bags right here, they will be taken onto the plane. Your
hostess, Tracy, will be here in a moment to introduce you to your team and
she’ll arrange the final search.”
“Search?”
Serena’s
fake-smile stretched wider. “It’s our company policy to do a drugs search
before our clients board. It’s right there in the agreement you signed. Mr.
Savage’s rules about drug use on his planes are very strict.”
Bethany’s
teeth ground together at the patronizing tone but she forced a smile. “Sure. If
Mr. Savage insists.”
“He
does,” Serena emphasized, casting another simpering look past her at the Sex
God.
Bethany
glanced over at him too and caught his faint look of amusement. But the moment
their eyes met, amusement faded, replaced by sizzling, possessive heat once
more.
He
shifted as if the same restless energy that prowled through her, stormed
through him as well. His fingers flexed, then he jammed them into his back
pockets. The movement stretched the material of his T-shirt over his powerful
biceps, making her mouth water.
She
struggled to rein in her reeling senses. She’d never felt like this before, not
even with Chris—
Yeah…Chris.
Not thinking about him right now!
“Allow
me to escort you to your hostess,” the man said, rocking forward on his feet.
She
wanted to ask him who he was, why he was taking an interest in her check-in,
but the chemistry between them was blatant enough, powerful enough, that words
seemed superfluous.
Despite
her floundering, despite the puzzlement as to why such a sexy and gorgeous man
was watching her with barely contained hunger, she couldn’t dismiss the
bone-deep truth firing through body.
Bethany
wanted to fuck him. Pure and simple.
Except
there would be nothing pure or simple about it.
The
jaded wariness she saw in his eyes didn’t detract from the raw sexual
experience that lingered within the grey depths. Sex with this man would be
insanely filthy; it would be nasty and sweaty. It would also be beautiful and
complicated beyond words. She knew it as surely as she knew her name.
Without
answering, she nodded and fell into step beside him.
Behind
her, Serena gushed about seeing to his needs, but neither of them paid her
comments any attention.
His
scent, warm, lemony with a hint of spice, filled Bethany’s head along with a
dizzying progression of filthy thoughts. God, she wanted to lick him in places
she’d never once dreamed of licking a man! And that was just the beginning…
He
led her through the doors he’d emerged from what felt like an eternity ago. A
set of luxuriously carpeted stairs led to another door on the mezzanine level.