Chapter 9

chapter

nine

Damien

It's been three days since I first met Caroline, and we've settled into a routine. We get up, I make breakfast, she makes coffee. And she even knows how I like it: no cream and too much sugar.

Then we drive into the studio together and work on whatever the challenges are for that day. The evenings we spend playing with the recipes in the kitchen at the cabin. It's a comfortable rhythm that has me, once again, certain this woman is my perfect match.

When I'm with her, my restless energy disappears. Something I've only ever experienced after running my body ragged—literally.

But this evening, she's the one who seems keyed up. She's been shooting nervous looks at me ever since filming ended today and one of the production assistants pulled her aside for "notes."

Personally, I'm not sure I trust any of these people farther than I can throw them, so I hope no one was mean to her or is pushing her to do something she's not comfortable with.

Hopefully, once we're alone, she'll tell me what's on her mind. If she's comfortable doing it in front of the cameras.

Telling me, that is!

I have zero expectations that we'll be doing anything in front of the cameras. Secret fantasies, yes. Expectations, no.

The sun has already long past set when I pull into the cabin's driveway.

We've barely stepped into the cabin when she sidles up beside me.

She runs a hand up and down my arm. "Have I told you how hot you look in this shirt?"

I glance down. "This plain white t-shirt?"

Her eyes dart quickly to my shirt as if she hadn't actually known what I've been wearing. "Yes." More arm rubbing. "So very hot."

She's adorable and frankly I'd let her rub me wherever she wanted, but she's acting weird. I put a palm to her forehead.

"Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm feeling…" Then she eyes me up and down and waggles her brows at me.

"Sweetness, you're fucking adorable, but you're acting like you're a little drunk. You alright?"

She swings herself into my embrace and positions her mouth right by my ear.

"I need you to come with me for something."

Her warm breath skates across my ear and instantly I'm hard. This woman undoes me.

"I'll go anywhere with you," I admit.

Then she grabs my hand and drags me to her room. I'm fucking excited but also concerned that someone might have slipped her some kind of aphrodisiac.

I'm dragged into her bathroom where she promptly turns on the shower. She glances around the room—for what, I'm unsure. Then she's pulling me into the shower.

We're both fully clothed.

"Is this some new kind of kink?" I ask.

She gives me an impatient look.

The shower head rains down on us, soaking us instantly.

"No, I wanted to have a private discussion."

"Which we could have had in the car or your bedroom. Or even just the bathroom. Why are we in the shower? With it running?"

I hate the feel of wet clothes, so I strip off my t-shirt and let it fall with a sloppy thunk to the river rock tiled floor.

Her eyes trace over my body, lighting me on fire.

"Can you not look at me like that? It's already a goddamn struggle to keep it in my pants with you all fucking day long. But now your shirt is slicked to your body and your nipples are begging for attention and fuck, Sweetness. You're killing me here. So talk fast."

Her mouth opens soundlessly, and she just stares at me.

"We're going to circle back to that, but first, I have news to share. One of the assistant producers pulled me aside and gave me some inside scoop. Since the powers that be are using our house kitchen time to figure out what we're doing, they're using that to change directions or something."

"What?" I ask. I toe off my shoes and socks and then start on my jeans.

"What?" she repeats.

"I don't understand what you just said."

"I don't either now because you're getting naked and it's very distracting."

I grin at her. "You find me distracting?"

"Don't be obtuse. You're hot. Everyone knows you're hot."

I crowd into her, pinning her back against the shower wall. "I don't care what everyone thinks. I want to know what you think?"

"Are you fishing for compliments?"

"Maybe."

"Do you really struggle to keep it in your pants around me?" she asks.

I press my body against hers, letting my hard dick press into her soft stomach. "Do you really not know how much I want you?"

"I just assumed you were a flirt."

I shake my head. "I'm going to kiss you so if you don't want that, you might want to exit the shower."

She stares up at me with her dark eyes, then peels off her soaked shirt and drops it on the floor. She starts working on her pants, but I'm mesmerized by the way her wet bra is nearly translucent on her skin.

"I'm not going anywhere. So now what are you going to do?" she taunts.

I grip her ass and lift, forcing her to wrap her legs around my body. Her slip-on shoes drop to the floor with little splashes.

Then I kiss her. My mouth slants across hers and I take what I've wanted from the moment I saw her in that audition tape.

She tastes like milk and cookies after a bad day at school. And feels like fresh sheets straight from the dryer. She is that first beam of sunlight after a week of rain. She is the end all and be all of everything good in this world. And I'm going to do whatever it takes to make her mine.

Her hands play across my back muscles, and she grinds her pussy against me. Then she sucks on my tongue. It's enough to make me come in my shorts. So I pull back from her slightly.

"You're going to make me come too fast," I tell her, pressing my forehead against hers.

"You're going to make me come too fast," I tell her, pressing my forehead against hers.

"That's okay. It would be very sexy to watch you," she says. Then she pulls me down for another kiss. Her lips part and our tongues meet in the middle, sliding against one another. We kiss and kiss until we're both panting.

She wiggles until I lower her to the ground where she promptly disposes of her soaked undergarments. And then she's standing in front of me, every delicious curve dripping from the shower.

Then she's reaching for the waistband of my boxers.

I still her hand. "Are you sure, Sweetness? We don't have to do anything."

"Do you not want to?"

"Oh, fuck, I want to more than anything."

I let her remove my boxers and then her hand is wrapping around to fist my cock.

"Fuck, Caroline."

"Exactly. Fuck Caroline. Do it, Damien. I'm aching for you."

I grab her and lift her again, kissing the hell out of her. Then I'm notching myself at her slick channel, and she slides down my dick, impaling herself.

"Wow," she groans.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No, you're just big. Like really big. But it's good; I'm just super full."

"We don't have to do it standing in the shower. That's probably getting me really deep, which from my perspective feels like your pussy was custom-made for me." I squeeze my eyes shut, needing a moment before I just lose myself inside her.

"No, I need it right here and right now." Then her eyes widen. "Unless I'm too heavy for you. I'm not exactly a small woman."

"You're my sized woman and you're not too heavy at all. You're just perfect."

She wiggles herself in my arms and I feel the walls of her pussy moving against my cock.

"I gotta move, and it's probably going to be fast, but we can do it again slower later."

"Yes, do that."

So I do. I plant my feet, and I fuck her hard and fast against that shower wall. Chances are the mics from the cameras in the other part of the house can hear her because she's loud. Which just spurs me the fuck on.

"Goddammit, Sweetness, you're going to kill me."

"I'm so close, Damien, please don't stop."

"I'm not gonna stop. I want you to come all over my dick. Squeeze me."

And she does. She shrieks my name and comes. The contractions of her climax squeeze and suck at my dick until I'm coming too. Right into her bare pussy because of course, I didn't even think about a condom.

"Fuck, my mother is going to kill me," I mutter.

"I beg your pardon?" she asks.

I laugh. "Sorry, that probably sounded so strange. I just realized I forgot a condom. I'm so sorry Caroline. I promise I'm clean. I would never intentionally put you into danger."

"Oh, that. It's okay. I'm on the shot, so we're good."

I nod. "Can't lie and say the thought of you swollen with my baby isn't the hottest damn image I've ever seen."

She beams at me. "Do you want kids?"

"I'm Cajun, cher . We're practically required to have kids."

I hold her wet naked body against mine. "The water is fucking freezing now."

"Yes, and I'm waterlogged."

"So why did you bring me in here in the first place?" I narrow my eyes at her. "Were you trying to seduce me?"

"Actually, no. I wanted us to have privacy to talk about the competition."

"Fair, but I don't think we can do all our planning in the shower."

"Oh, right! Because we don't have pens and papers! What was I thinking?"