Getting Played (Heart of Fame #7) by Lexxie Couper Page B

cinema already?”
    Pulse pounding, Nat swiped her thumb across the screen and lifted her mobile to her ear. “Hello, Minister. What can I do for you?”
    Jax smoothed his hand up the length of her thigh, his fingers skimming beneath the split of her dress.
    “I just saw images of you at the film premier at the IMAX theatre,” the Minister for the Arts and Culture said through the connection, his voice scratchy.
    Nat swallowed. “What images?”
    Jax trailed his fingers along the seam where her right thigh pressed over her left, heading for her pussy.
    She slapped his hand, but he didn’t stop.
    “You on the red carpet,” Jeremy answered. “With that rock and roll keyboard player.”
    Her heart skipped a rapid beat. Her pulse hammered at her throat. “And?”
    Jeremy cleared his throat. “And I just wanted to tell you how stunning and beautiful you looked.”
    Jax dipped his fingers beneath the silken fabric of her dress until they touched the curve of her sex.
    “Thank you,” she answered into her phone’s microphone, mouth dry, eyes closed.
    “You’re welcome,” Jax murmured against her bare shoulder.
    “You’re welcome,” Jeremy answered in her ear. “How do you know Jaxon Campbell? That’s his name, isn’t it?”
    “Professional contact,” Nat replied, a second before Jax skimmed his fingers over the tight point of her nipple straining against her dress.
    She hissed in a breath, ground her teeth and gripped her phone harder, refusing to acknowledge Jax’s touch.
    He nuzzled her neck with a low, throaty chuckle.
    “I see.” Uncertainty wavered in Jeremy’s voice. “Are you with him now?”
    “He’s just—”
    Jax nipped at her earlobe.
    “He’s just dropping me at home,” she gasped, pressing at his broad, hard chest.
    He didn’t move.
    “That’s good,” Jeremy answered, relief turning the words to a gushing laugh.
    Parting the split in Nat’s dress, Jax lowered his head to the newly exposed curve of her sex and traced his tongue over her flesh.
    A wave of hot sensations lashed through her core. Her breath seized in her throat.
    “Hang up,” Jax murmured against Nat’s pussy, dancing his fingers up and down the length of her thigh.
    “I was hoping,” the minister went on, “I could—”
    “Hang up,” Jax repeated, lifting his head just enough to make room for his fingers. Fingers that wriggled between her pressed thighs, seeking her wet slit.
    “—persuade you—”
    Jax grinned up at her and stroked a finger over her folds. “Hang up,” he whispered. “Now.”
    “—to meet me for—”
    “ Coffee ,” Nat burst out, even as her hips bucked upward to meet Jax’s determined penetration. “Yes, I was just telling Mr. Campbell I was meeting you for coffee tonight, Minister.”
    Silence greeted her outburst.
    From both Jax and Jeremy.
    “Is eleven too late?” she asked, pulse so wild, stomach so tight she wondered how she was conscious. “At the Grinding Halt?”
    Straightening on his seat beside her, expression unreadable, Jax studied her.
    Licking her dry lips, she adjusted her dress until its fabric covered her sex once more and raised the end of her phone closer to her lips. Oh Christ, what the fuck had she—
    “Eleven is perfect,” the Minister for the Arts and Culture replied, elation turning the words to a crow. “Would you like me to send a car to collect you?”
    Fixing Jax with a level gaze, she shook her head. “I’m fine, thank you, Minister. I’ve had enough of being in limousines for this evening.”
    Jax’s nostrils flared.
    “Ah, the life of a celebrity not for you, Natalie?” Jeremy’s good-natured laugh scraped at Nat’s sanity. Or maybe it was the way Jax watched her, eyes unreadable, jaw bunched.
    “I can take or leave celebrities and their needy ways, Minister,” she answered, holding Jax’s stare. “See you soon.”

Chapter Seven
    Jerking off in the shower wasn’t the same as burying himself in Nat’s sweet, tight, pussy, but