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  “Shh,” she replied.

  I grinned and didn’t say anything further. My ears were perked up with every move since I wasn’t able to see her. The bed dipped on both sides of me, and I furrowed my brows. From what I could tell, four hands started to unbutton and remove my dress shirt.

  There are two women?

  “I brought a friend,” Ayla stated.

  I snorted. “I can tell.”

  “Is that okay?”

  Images of Ayla getting eaten out by the woman who gave me the note and blindfold flashed through my head. “Can I have you first?”

  “Yes.”

  I lifted my back off the headboard to let them slip my shirt off completely. “Then, yes.”

  “Tonight, Walker, I’m in charge,” Ayla stated. “Our first night at the club, you had the upper hand since you were in a mask, and I didn’t know it was you, and now, while you know it’s me, you have no idea what I have in store for you.”

  My dick twitched as her words sank in. “I’m all yours, Wildcat.”

  “And Liza’s,” Ayla corrected.

  I swallowed. “And Liza’s.”

  The mattress moved again, and before I realized what was happening, they each took a wrist and secured it to the headboard near my head. I didn’t say anything as I let them do whatever they wanted. Having Ayla take charge—surrendering myself to her and letting her work my body into oblivion—was turning me on even more.

  They worked my pants next, removing them and my shoes, socks, and boxers, until I was left naked and hard as a fucking rock. I heard the ice in my glass that was on the nightstand chink around and then a piece pressed against my lips as cold water dripped onto my chin.

  “I want to taste your lips, not water,” I begged.

  “Shh,” Ayla scolded, and the ice slid down my neck to my chest.

  A warm tongue traced the path, both the ice and warm mouth going lower and lower until the tongue flicked the tip of my dick, and I groaned. I had no idea whose mouth it was, but I hoped it was Ayla’s. I told myself that every touch was hers.

  A hand wrapped around my shaft and started to stroke up and down. “Did you think about me these past two weeks while you fucked your hand, baby?” Ayla questioned.

  I sucked in a breath as pleasure raced down my spine. “You know I did.”

  “How many times?”

  “Every day,” I admitted.

  “Did you think about eating my pussy again?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did you think about your cock sliding into me?”

  “Yes.”

  I felt as though someone’s face moved in front of mine. A hand was working my dick, and lips connected with mine briefly before Ayla asked in a whisper, “Did you think about sliding your dick between my tits and fucking them?”

  “Yes.” I’d thought about it all and in every position.

  A mouth kissed me again, and I was almost certain it was Ayla’s since she had whispered to me. The hand on my cock pumped and twisted, and then I jerked as ice moved around my nipple. The other woman was definitely doing something—or Ayla was fucking talented and could multitask like a boss.

  “Did you think about me riding your face?”

  “Yes.” I swallowed. “What did you think about?”

  “I thought about kissing you.” Lips connected with mine again, but also on my hard nipple where the ice had been. “I thought about you eating my pussy again and feeling your cock inside of me.”

  I felt her move and get between my legs, and I was certain it was Ayla who took my dick into her hand again because long hair grazed my thighs as she lowered her mouth. She engulfed my cock, sucking and licking it as her hand twisted up and down over and over and over again.

  “Do you want to touch me?” she asked.

  “God, yes.”

  “Do you want to see me?”

  “Yes.”

  She rose and removed the cuffs first and then the blindfold. When my sight adjusted to the light of the lamps on the nightstand, I smiled and stared into Ayla’s deep brown eyes. She was naked, but I kept my gaze on her eyes.

  “Do you want Liza to stay?” she asked as she looked over at the woman at the foot of the bed.

  “Do you?”

  “You mentioned a threesome the other night, so I figured—”

  “Hey.” I cupped her cheek. “I want to do whatever you want to do.”

  “You told me that being with two women was your fantasy, right?”

  I snorted. “Of course, it is, but—”

  “It’s okay. We can have sex just the two of us when we’re not at Sensation. Sensation is for fantasies.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. Liza and I told our boss that we would be together tonight, getting members hot and bothered so they’d fuck.”

  “Is that so?” I looked at Liza, and she nodded. I’d had a few threesomes in my day—especially at the club—and I was all for it if Ayla was too. “Then proceed. I don’t want to get you into trouble.”

  Ayla kissed my lips once more and then slid back down as she took my dick into her mouth again. I rose onto my elbows so I could watch her better now that I was no longer blindfolded. Liza’s short blonde hair disappeared as she moved behind Ayla’s ass. Ayla moaned, and I knew that Liza had touched her. I angled myself so I could see Liza’s mouth working Ayla’s pussy from behind.

  Ayla bobbed her head up and down my shaft and moaned as Liza licked her pussy. With one hand, I reached out and started to caress Ayla’s tit, pinching her nipple and causing her to hiss around my cock.

  “You like when two people touch you, baby?” I asked.

  She lifted her head and her brown gaze met my stare. “Yes.”

  “Does it turn you on to know that while your mouth is around my dick, Liza has her fingers deep inside her cunt?”

  Ayla turned to look at Liza and then back at me. “Yes.”

  “Do you want to taste her pussy while I drive into you?”

  “Yes.”

  All three of us moved, Liza lying on her back with Ayla on top of her in the 69 position and me at the foot of the bed where I had access to Ayla’s cunt doggie style. I sheathed myself with a condom from the bowl on the coffee table, and then stepped forward, running my dick against Ayla’s slit. Liza’s tongue darted out and licked my balls as I moved back and forth slightly, coating the tip of my cock with Ayla’s arousal.

  Liza moaned, and I looked up to see Ayla had her head between Liza’s thighs. I stopped wasting time as I slid into Ayla’s heat. The women ate each other as I slid slowly back and forth, feeling Ayla’s sweet pussy squeeze around my shaft. I thought that seeing Ayla with someone else would bother me, but since it was another woman, I felt okay with it. I wanted to be the only man to be with her, but at the same time, I knew that wasn’t reality since she worked at a sex club.

  My pace increased, and Ayla lifted her head, moaning as I drove into her. Instead of her mouth, she used her hand to work Liza’s clit. I looked down, watching Liza lick and suck Ayla’s pussy as it engulfed my dick with each thrust.

  “You like this, Wildcat?”

  “Yes,” she moaned. “It feels amazing, and I’m going to come soon.”

  I didn’t stop until she did come. Not long after, Liza came from Ayla’s hand and then we moved, me on my back, Ayla on top of me with her back against my chest and Liza between our legs.

  Ayla sank down onto my dick, and I guided her as she bounced up and down. Liza’s tongue licked my balls again, and I groaned. The feeling of Ayla’s pussy squeezing me, and Liza’s warm, wet tongue sucking each ball into her mouth was bringing me close to coming.

  “You want Liza to lick your pussy again, baby?” I asked.

  “Yes,” Ayla moaned and then hissed when I assumed Liza put her mouth on Ayla’s cunt.

  I couldn’t see as I drove into my girl over and over, happy we were finally past all of our issues and enjoying each other. I kissed Ayla’s smooth back, needing to dis
tract myself, not wanting to spill into her before she came again.

  “Do you want to fuck Liza?”

  I paused everything: my lips on Ayla’s back, my hands moving up and down her sides, and my thrusts into her pussy. Even though we were in a threesome, I honestly had no desire to go further with Liza. I only wanted Ayla. “No, baby, I want to come with me inside of you.”

  “Then make me come again.”

  I started to move again, going hard and fast just as my girl liked it until she was clenching her cunt around my dick and coming with a loud moan.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Ayla

  I chose to bring Liza with me to Walker’s room because I’d wanted to make sure he was okay with me being with another person while we dated, and I decided it was best to do it behind closed doors. I knew we had discussed threesomes briefly, but I had to make sure with actions and not only words.

  It made me feel good that he didn’t want to fuck Liza. Maybe farther into our relationship, he would, but for now, we were new, and it showed me that what he’d said about liking me and wanting to get to know me was genuine.

  After we cleaned up, Liza and I left and went back downstairs. Our “locker room” was a bedroom that didn’t have a bed. Instead, there were makeup stations, and a variety of lingerie hanging on racks for us to choose from.

  Walker was waiting for me, and I was going to follow him to his house to get a few hours of sleep before we needed to head to the studio. I was excited to work with him again, especially since our characters were going to get back together and have more love scenes. I wanted to see what we could create now that the passion and attraction were real.

  “So I take it you two are more than co-stars?” Liza asked. When I asked for her help, I’d told her what was happening, but I didn’t tell her that Walker and I were dating—just that we had fooled around a few times and he was waiting for me again.

  “Yeah, but don’t tell anyone.”

  “Tell anyone what?” Zach asked as he walked into the room.

  I looked at Liza and then back to Zach. “Nothing.”

  “Girl, don’t play me like that,” Zach stated as he grabbed a towel.

  “It’s just about who I’m dating,” I replied.

  “You mean Walker Payne?” he asked.

  My mouth fell open. “How—”

  “I saw you two at the Diamond Members Party.”

  “He was wearing a mask,” I countered.

  Zach chuckled. “Baby girl, I could spot that man from a mile away wearing a motorcycle helmet.”

  “How?” I challenged and looked to Liza for help. She shrugged.

  “Because that man is fine as hell, and I also know he’s a Diamond member.”

  “Thanks for telling me my co-star would be at that table.”

  He chortled. “Honestly, I didn’t because I wanted to see how he acted toward you.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “If he were nice to you, then I knew all was good on set like you said. But if he were an asshole to you, then I’d beat his ass.”

  “I call bullshit,” Liza clipped. “You were just waiting for drama to happen.”

  Zach smirked. “I do love me some drama.”

  I shoved his shoulder playfully. “Well, lucky for me, it all worked out.”

  “So, tell me, how is he in bed?” Zach questioned.

  I snorted, grabbed the towel he was holding, and left to get in the shower before him.

  After I took a quick shower, I slipped on my street clothes and walked to the front door. Walker was the last guest to leave, and then the valet pulled my car around. When I drove through the gates, I saw his Tesla waiting so I could follow him. As we drove toward his house, I felt happy. I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend, and I hadn’t thought Walker Payne would ever be interested in a girl like me, but everything seemed to be going in the right direction.

  I wasn’t sure what the future held, or what would happen if—when—the public found out about us dating. I wasn’t ready for anyone to know except us—and Liza and Zach who were bound under the NDA about anything they saw at the club. I wanted to stay in our secret bubble for as long as possible.

  After pulling into Walker’s driveway, I parked, and Walker met me at my car after he got out of his in the garage. “Hungry?” he asked and kissed my lips.

  “Do you have your famous spaghetti?”

  He grinned. “I can make it, or I have some leftover pizza.”

  “I could go for pizza.”

  He grabbed my hand and led me into the garage and through the door to the inside of the house. “Make yourself at home, and I’ll get you a few slices.”

  “Okay.” I went to the living room and sat on his white leather couch. I laid my head on a throw pillow, and before I knew it, I was being lifted off the couch. “What are you doing?”

  “You fell asleep, baby.”

  “But—but pizza.”

  He smiled as he continued down a hall. “I think we just need sleep. The sun will be up in a few hours, and we’ll probably have a twelve-hour day on set.”

  “Okay,” I agreed as I snuggled against his chest.

  Once we were in his room, Walker gave me a T-shirt to put on, and then we crawled into his king-sized bed and fell asleep.

  “Your three o’clock interview is here,” my assistant, Chelsea, says through the speakerphone.

  I’d been so busy with work that I’d had Chelsea go through the resumes for me and schedule the interviews for a brand strategist. Since I was the marketing director, I was in charge of hiring the right person. “Send them in.”

  I grab the resume on the corner of my desk, wanting to scan it in the few seconds it would take for Chelsea to walk into my office with the interviewee. The moment I read the name at the top, my heart stops, and I look toward the door to see Chelsea and the boy I used to babysit—the same guy I had a one nightstand with in college—walk in.

  “Tiffany, this is Tim—”

  “Tim Smith.” He sticks out his hand for me to shake as though we don’t know each other. I take it and then Chelsea leaves, closing the door behind her as she goes. He doesn’t let go of my hand. “Well, if it isn’t my hot babysitter.”

  I clear my throat and ignore him as though I haven’t heard him. “Please sit.”

  He does. “It looks like you’ve done well for yourself.”

  “I have.” I look around my corner office and then grab his resume. “What have you been up to?”

  As I read over the paper, he replies, “I graduated three years ago, and have interned at a few places, trying to work my way up.”

  I focus on the resume in my hands, not wanting to make eye contact with him.

  “I’m not going to get the job, am I?” he asks.

  I take a deep breath, still avoiding his stare. If he were anyone else, he would be perfect. He is perfect for the job. “I’m not sure. We have more interviews to get through.”

  He leans forward. “Look, Tiff. I know we have our history, but I’m twenty-six and a different person now. I hope you don’t fault me for my nineteen-year-old self.”

  “I would never.”

  “Good.” He smiles.

  “Cut!” Mike yelled. “That was good you two.”

  Walker and I smiled at each other and then high-fived. We’d arrived separately to the studio after I drove home to shower and change before we needed to be on set. I hadn’t seen him before we started filming the scene that morning, which was good because the first take had my initial reaction to seeing him. Even the few hours we were apart, I’d missed him.

  He was adorable and amazing, and I was lucky he wanted to pursue a relationship with me. Of course, we were keeping it on the down low because of the press, but I was okay with that. I wanted to establish a solid relationship before I let rumors and everything else try to tear us apart. I also wanted to land other roles on my own and not because I was dating Hollywood royalty.

  Before I realized it, the d
oor to my trailer opened and Walker was walking in. “Someone will see you,” I scolded.

  “I don’t care.” He moved to me and grabbed my face, kissing me as though we had all the time in the world.

  I pushed him back. “We don’t have time for that.”

  Walker smirked. “I can be fast.”

  “I can’t,” I deadpanned.

  “Fine, but come over again tonight.” He pulled me so I was sitting on his lap on the couch.

  “You don’t think we’re going to get tired of each other?”

  “No way. We need to get it all in now because, after this movie wraps, I’m going to be in Vancouver for weeks at a time.”

  “Wait. What?” I stood.

  “My next movie.”

  “You’re filming in Vancouver?”

  “Only for a few weeks.”

  My heart clenched in my chest. “That sucks.”

  “I know, but that’s why we need to spend as much time together now as possible.”

  I stared at him for a few moments as I realized that I was dating an actor. A famous actor. An actor who probably had movies lined up for the next five years and then continuously. “Is it always like this?”

  He pulled me to him, so I was on his lap again. “I’m filming in LA now, aren’t I?”

  “Yeah, but … where were you filming before this one?”

  Walker gave a tight smile and lowered his voice. “Switzerland, Italy, and France.”

  My brown eyes widened. “Are you serious?”

  “Yeah, but we’ll make it work.”

  “How?”

  “I don’t know, but we will.”

  “How can you be so sure?”

  He squeezed me tighter. “Because I’ll make certain of it. We’ll talk each day, I’ll fly to you, or you’ll fly to me. We’ll go on vacations as much as possible, and you’ll always be my date to premieres and award shows.”

  “You make it sound so easy.”

  He grabbed my chin lightly and made me look down into his hazel eyes. “I grew up in this world, and I watched my parents’ successful marriage firsthand. I know what needs to be done, and I will do everything I can.”