Irresistible Lines by Breena Wilde Page B

room. My mind is already lost in Cadence, remembering the way she responded, the way she made me forget we were being filmed by a crew and watched by a set filled with people. Even though I’m humiliated—what we did was unprofessional—I’m also so fucking turned on. There’s no question I want Cadence. From the moment I saw her standing in the doorway to my hotel room all those weeks ago, I knew.
    The girl is different.
    She’s the one.
    Grab hold of her and don’t let go.
    But I didn’t trus t my instincts. I let her walk out. Watched her get on the elevator. As soon as the doors closed I knew I’d fucked up, and I’ve been trying to fix it ever since.
    The one thing standing in my way is John Zane. Fucking John Zane. I’ve never despised anyone more than I despise him. If he wasn’t the owner of the production company, the one signing my paycheck, if he weren’t so well respected in the industry, I’d do everything in my power to take him down. Sadly, I need the motherfucker.
    H e’s already threatened me once. I have no idea what he’ll do. It’s wishful thinking on my part to believe he won’t do anything. I’ve heard too many stories. He isn’t a man anyone should fuck with and, under different circumstances I’d respect his power.
    But it’s Cadence.
    He has her. I want her.
    And I think she wants me too. She acts like it.
    It doesn’t matter that she’s a prostitute. It’s what she does, not who she is. I get that, probably more than most. Acting is what I do, not who I am. Even though most people treat me like an “it,” a commodity. There’s so much more I have to offer. But I get it. Cadence fucking men for money doesn’t bother me. Well, it doesn’t bother me, except that she’s fucking John Zane.
    That does bother me , more than anything else has ever bothered me. I can’t stand it. I want to destroy him. Make him go away. Not kill him. I’m not that kind of man, but if I could get some dirt on him, if I could find out a secret, maybe I could convince him to let Cadence go, free her so that I can have the chance to be with her.  
    As I ponder the situation I pull off my clothes and climb in the shower. The hot water steams the glass. I can’t be in here without thinking about Cadence : the way she washed my hair, the sweet mewling sounds she made when I kissed her pussy, made her come.
    My cock hardens , and I wrap a hand around it. Push my dick forward, imagine my hand is her pussy, and I thrust my hips harder and faster, slamming against my hand. The tension builds and builds. I think of the way her pussy tasted on my tongue, the way it felt with my dick inside.
    “Ah. Fuck. Fuck.” My release comes and some of the tension leaves my shoulders. It isn’t the same as actually fucking her , though. Looking into her eyes and watching her face glow with ecstasy. I want that. I want her.
    I quickly clean up and , as I’m stepping out of the shower, I know who to call to dig up dirt on John Zane.

 
    Chapter 4
    Zane
     
    After another glass of bourbon I’m relaxed and horny, but I tell myself I’m just going to check on Cadence. Make sure she’s okay. Nothing more.
    I push the door open and I can’t help but stare. Cadence is exquisite. She’s lying on her stomach, her hands resting by her face. Her dark hair is fanned out on one side. Thick lashes ring her eyelids. Her creamy complexion seems to radiate innocence, which at first I find funny. But really, she is innocent in a lot of the ways of the world.
    “Are you going to stand there , or are you going to come over here and fuck me?”
    I suck in my breath, surprised , and quickly let out a laugh. “Innocent my ass,” I growl, sitting on the bed next to her.
    She opens her eyes. Rolls over. There’s a crease from the pillow on her left cheek. I reach out and run my finger along it.
    “Who’s innocent?” she asks, taking my finger and putting it in her mouth. I watch her run her tongue around the tip, grab it