His eyes are still closed, and he’s quiet. I wonder if he’s fallen asleep.
“West, are you still with me?”
“I’m here.”
“Okay, so of course, you’ll be in the book but not as you. You’ll be the hot guy who my heroine meets on holiday, and I’ll write about her coming to America with him. All of our stuff, but I won’t write the actual intimate things that have happened between us.”
“You mean, the sex we’ve had.”
“Yep.”
“I don’t mind you writing about that.” He pops open an eye and grins.
“I’m sure you don’t. And of course, the characters will have sex, just not exactly like we’ve had.”
“And continue to have.” He closes his eyes but slides his hands up my thighs, his fingers going dangerously close to deterring my thoughts toward actual sex instead of talking to him about writing the fictional sex.
“So, basically, I want to check that it’s okay with you that I loosely use our time together for the basis of my book?”
“What, will my fictional name be in the book?”
“Oh. Huh. Well, I don’t know yet. I haven’t gotten around to choosing names for any of the characters yet.”
“Just putting it out there, but I think King is a great name.”
“King?”
“Of sex.”
“Of course.” I roll my eyes. “I’ll take it into consideration.” I move my hands up to his biceps, working the muscles there. “So, does that mean you’re okay with me writing the book?”
“Sure. You’re not using my name, so it’s fine with me. In truth, I wouldn’t care if you did use my real name.” He lifts that big shoulder of his. “It’s my team that would take issue with it. And my father.”
“I get that. And like I said, it’s fiction loosely based on reality.” I move my hands lower to his abs and start rubbing them. “Thanks for being cool about this. Gah! It’s so exciting. Also, I think I have the title for the book, but I wanted to check with you. I’m thinking of calling it The Two-Week Stand. You know, what we initially called our fling.”
“You were the one who called it that, not me.”
“Oh yeah, I did, didn’t I?”
“Yep. And I like it. I think it’s a cool name for a book. Not that I know much about romance books. So, when it’s finished, will I get to read it?”
“You’d wanna read it?” I’m genuinely surprised.
The only person in my life who has ever asked to read my books is my aunt Jenny. But he’s asking to read it when it’s done, and my heart is going all soft in his direction.
He opens his eyes, looking kind of sleepy and gorgeous. “Course I would. I need to make sure you do my dick and fucking skills justice.”
I poke him in the side, making him jump.
“I wanna read it because you’re writing it.”
“And for the sex scenes.”
“Well, obviously.”
I start massaging his shoulders again.
“So, while we’re on the subject of favors, I have one to ask myself.”
My hands pause on his shoulders. “Okay.”
“Well”—he sighs—“I have a party that I have to go to in a few weeks.”
“Okay.”
“And I was wondering if you’d come with me.”
“You’re asking me to go to a party with you?”
“Yep.”
My chest fills with happiness. “Of course I’ll go with you.” I start massaging him again.
“Cool.”
“Whose party is it?”
“Well, it’s my stepmom’s fiftieth birthday.”
“Your stepmom. As in the First Lady?”
“Yes …”
“And where is this party going to be held?”
“At their house.”
My hands freeze again. Actually, my whole body freezes, stiffening. “You mean, the White House?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You’re asking me to go to the fiftieth birthday party of the First Lady of the United States at the White House?”
“Your voice sounds all squeaky.”
“Of course it’s squeaky!” I squeak. “It’s the White House! The president and First Lady! It’s a lot.”
“It’s really not. They’re just people.”
“To you!”
Shit! What am I gonna wear? I’m gonna have to go shopping. And also Google what one should wear to a party at the White House.
“You can’t back out of going with me, Double D. You already said you’d go.”
I stop freaking out and look at him. Really look at him. His brow is tense.
“I’m not backing out.” I soften my voice. “Should I take it that you’re not keen on the thought of going?”
His shoulders lift under my hands. “I just know how it’ll go—that’s all.”
“How will it go?” I ask the question carefully.
Another shrug. “My dad will find some way to tell me what a disappointment I am to him, and I’ll retaliate with some shit from the past.”
“So, why go to the party?”
“Because it’s expected. And I like Catherine. She’s a decent person. She just married a dick.”
I know he has a difficult relationship with his dad. But that’s the most he’s ever opened up to me about it. He’s usually quite evasive when it comes to his father.
I’m not really sure what to say. I just know that I want to make him feel better. So, I do one thing that I know always makes him feel better. I lean in and press my lips to his, kissing him.
As I go to move back from the kiss when it comes to an end, West’s arms band around me, keeping me close.
“You know, I was just thinking that you’re probably going to need some inspiration for all those sex scenes you’re gonna be writing.”
I lift a brow. “I won’t write the actual sex we’ve had,” I remind him.
“I never said write the actual sex. I said inspiration to help you write it.”
I see the look in his eyes, which screams sex, and my lower belly coils with anticipation.
“Oh, yeah, I could definitely do with the inspiration.” I’m not gonna need to watch porn for any sex-scene inspiration while I’ve got him here to give me plenty.
“Wanna get started on that inspiration now?”
I bite my lower lip. “Uh-huh.”
West slides his hand up my back and grabs a handful of my hair. He guides my head down to his, but he doesn’t kiss me on the mouth. Instead, his lips land on my neck, and he starts to suck on that magical spot he found, which sends bolts of lust straight to my clit, making me moan.
“You like that?” he murmurs against my skin.
“So much.” I like you too. Way too much.
Fuck, where did that thought come from?
He moves me so that I’m lying on my back on the huge sofa, and he’s now lying between my legs.
We start kissing, and he’s moving his hips, rubbing his hard cock, which is encased in his sweatpants, against my clit, which is trapped beneath panties and leggings. But even through all this material, it feels good as hell.