I was falling deeper and deeper for her and we needed to have a serious conversation if this kept picking up speed.

Suddenly, she slowed her movements and leaned down for my lips. Instead of kissing me as I was expecting her to do, she stopped when our lips were touching. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she murmured.

“Is my baby shy?” I asked in a heavy voice.

She hid her face in my throat again, but kept working my cock into her pussy.

Putting my hands under her ass, I urged her to take me deeper and faster.

When she let out a long moan, I asked, “That good, baby, huh?”

“Yesss,” she whispered, her fingers threading into my hair. Her lips grazed my ear. “I love it when you talk to me when we are doing this.”

I pushed her hips down and forced all of me into her. “When we do what, sweetheart?”

She tried to move up, but I held her down. “Tell me, baby. When we do what? I want to hear you say it.”

She licked my earlobe and then whispered, “When you fuck me, Jason. Is that what you want to hear?”

I slid myself a little down and Olive squealed in my lap, rounding her arms on my neck.

“That’s exactly what I want to hear, baby,” I said with a growl and started fucking her from beneath.

She groaned and moaned. She curled her little fingers around my biceps and held on for the ride as I stretched her open and took everything she was willing to give me. While I made her see stars, I kept talking to her, revving her up more, enjoying the way she got all wet around my dick.

Closer to the end, she whimpered my name, her breath hitching.

“I love how you take all of me without a single complaint, Olive. I love it. I love it,” I murmured into her ear.

When we came, we came together.

My teeth grazing her neck.

Her fingers clutching my biceps.

My hands gripping her hips, holding her in place.

Her whole body trembling.

Chapter Twenty-Eight Olive

“Lucy, what are you doing?”

Her head peeked out from behind the fridge door. “I’m alley-catting. What does it look like?”

I stared at her unblinkingly from my spot on the couch.

Her smile widened. “You see what I did there? Alley? Jason? Alley-catting?”

Silence.

I heaved a sigh. “It wasn’t as funny as you would think, Lucy.”

It was a Thursday and Jason had left at 5:00 AM for an early shoot. Their schedule was intense and I wanted nothing to do with it—not that I didn’t enjoy spending time in his trailer and focusing on my writing, but I could barely focus when he was around me.

“Oh, come on, it was. Don’t break my heart by saying I’m not funny. I don’t want to spend my entire night telling jokes to everyone around me to assert my funniness.”

Ignoring her, I asked, “So, how is it going with the new roommate? Char’s friend, Lily, right?”

“Yes, Lily.” She scrunched up her nose as if she had smelled something bad. “Not that sure about her. I’m giving her more time.”

Finally closing the fridge door, she plopped down next to me and handed me an apple while she clutched a bowl of blueberries in her hand.

I looked at the apple in my hand and then to Lucy. “What is this for?”

“Now that you are getting it on the reg, you need to eat healthier to keep up with Jason Thorn.” She cocked her head, but stared intently into her bowl. “Because you do need to keep up with him don’t you? He is a machine in bed, isn’t he?”

I raised my brows and took a bite from my apple, but otherwise stayed silent.

Picking up a blueberry, she gave me a side glance. “Well?”

I shook my head. “Sorry, I’m not falling for that. No sex details. Already told you that, I don’t know, a thousand times today?”

She put her bowl down on the couch and pulled her legs up to face me. “You’re no fun at all, Olive. How am I supposed to live vicariously through you if you don’t give me the details? What did I ever do to you to deserve such cruelty?”

I took another bite of my apple and picked up my laptop from the gargantuan ottoman. Before I opened it, I twisted to face Lucy.

Her eyes were expectant, her excitement written all over her face.

“Let’s make a deal,” I said.

“Great. Let’s. I love deals.” She held out her hand to me.

I took her hand and stared straight into her eyes. “You tell me about Jameson and I’ll give you a few small details about Jason.”

She shook my hand enthusiastically. “Done. You already saw Jameson’s penis, so you know that he is hung.”

Squeezing my eyes shut as if that would erase the memory of that image, I held up my hand, palm out. “Not that. God, no. Not bed details. I think I heard more than enough from the next room to have an idea of how he is in bed. Tell me what you’re doing with Jameson.” I winced when I saw the look on her face. “Not in the literal sense. Tell me if you are in love with him.” Then it was her turn to wince. “Tell me what’s going on, Lucy. Ever since this book stuff and Jason stuff happened, all we ever talk about is me. Even though I’m quite aware of how much you love talking about those particular subjects, I’m more interested in your life.”

“Nothing exciting is going on in my life. I like yours much better.” She popped a few blueberries into her mouth and averted her gaze.

“Lucy, please, just tell me why you won’t date the guy. He is crazy for you.”

“How do you even know he is crazy for me?”

“Please,” I said, fighting the urge to roll my eyes. “Have you even seen how the guy looks at you? I’ll admit he is hot as fuck.” She gave me a quick grin. “And still he is like a puppy following you around. You keep kicking him out of your bed, but whenever you turn around he jumps right back in.”

“He really is hot as fuck. We did good, didn’t we?”

I waved my hand dismissively. “I have no idea what I’m doing right now, but you definitely did good. You should hold on to him, Lucy.”

She put down her bowl of blueberries and sighed. “If I talk about the annoying bastard, you’ll give me a few details about how Jason is in bed?”

“Yes.”

“Fine. This is called blackmail by the way, if you didn’t know.”

I quirked my eyebrow and waited for her to go on.

“Fine. I never intended to sleep with him more than once, okay? Then it just got out of control. And you don’t see him at school; it’s not like he is running around after me. He is flirting with everything that moves and has a vagina. I have no idea why he keeps coming back for more.”

“Are you sure about the flirting? I mean, do you know if he is sleeping with anyone else? If he is, I have no idea how the heck he is keeping up.”

“Of course I’m sure. I don’t think he is sleeping with anyone else though.”

“I think he is trying get your attention with all the flirting. I’m telling you, that guy is head over heels in love with you. He is just waiting for you to do something about it.”

She rose up from the floor and went back to the kitchen. “I’m going to use this state of the art espresso machine and not talk about freaking Jameson any more.” She pointed her finger at me and wiggled her eyebrows. “And I believe you owe me some details about your beloved husband. Gimme.”

“Pfff,” I snorted. “Husband my ass.”

Playing with the buttons on the espresso machine, she looked at me over her shoulder. “Get your ass over here so I can actually hear you.”

Reluctantly, I lifted myself up from the comfy couch and made my way toward her. No way in hell was I going to try to sit on those bar stools though. I pretty much hated all six of them with a burning passion.

“Okay, you have a limit of two questions. Choose wisely.” I leaned over the counter and rested my chin on my hands.

“Stop grinning, you dork.” She laughed at my expression. “Okay. Just let me think about it for a second. Closing her eyes, she donned her thinking face and started humming. “Okay, I won’t ask if he was any good, because, duh…your lips are about to split from all that grinning you’re doing. I won’t ask if you came, because again…duh… I feel like I wanna ask how long he lasts…nah, I won’t ask that either.”