the junk mail and stuff off the table so we can eat.
Both Amanda and Riley are excited to hear about Dylan’s recording deal. They’re interested, but not in a greedy way. Neither one asks about getting tickets to shows, but Dylan offers them anyway.
Our dinner isn’t as elaborate and chaotic as the one last Sunday, but it’s nice.
When Dylan rubs his knee against mine under the table, I’m excited, but in a different way.
Our relationship is changing, becoming more comfortable. This morning, I watched him pick all the mushrooms out of his omelet. He complained bitterly the whole time, like the mushrooms offended him on some deep level.
After all he’s been through in his life, you’d think he wouldn’t get upset over mushrooms, or people cutting him off in traffic. Plus he’s rich. Compared to me, he’s got nothing to worry about.
We finish eating dinner, and Amanda suggests we all play XBox in the living room.
Dylan turns to me, his expression pleading. “Can I?” he jokes, like he needs my permission.
“Of course you can,” I say, laughing.
The four of us play games, sharing around the two controllers. Dylan’s really competitive, and wins almost everything. I can’t even cuddle up and share the chair with him, or he elbows me in the face.
Eventually, I leave the room to get ready for bed. After brushing my teeth and washing up, I go into my bedroom to grab a book.
Dylan’s in my bed, his clothes over the wooden chair.
“There you are,” he growls. “Strip for me.”
The room is dark, except for the glow of my lamp. His bare shoulders are gold in the light.
“I thought you were playing games.”
“Maybe I still am.”
“Good one.”
“Strip for me,” he says again.
“Like a real stripper? In case you haven’t noticed, there’s no brass pole in here. Just at your place.”
“We can’t go there. I can’t wait that long. Just take your clothes off. Slowly.”
“Are you sleeping over?”
“Do you want me to?”
“I have to work in the morning.”
“I’ll drive you to work.” He rolls onto his side and rests his head on his palm. “I’ll drive you to work like a normal boyfriend. And you’ll kiss me goodbye like a normal girlfriend.”
“I’d like that.”
“So, we’re official? If I’m asked by reporters, I could say you’re just a friend.”
“I’m more than a friend.”
He licks his lips. “You sure are.”
I start undressing, feeling his eyes on me.
I go slowly. For him.
I’m tingling all over. I strip off all my clothes, bathed in his lust and getting more turned on by the second. He’s all I want. All I need.
Naked, I slide into my bed and into his arms.
Every touch ignites me, from his feather-light strokes to the way he grabs me to drag me under him.
Using his hot mouth, he claims my neck, my breasts, my stomach. He moves lower and claims everything. I’m his. Every part of me.
We tease each other and share breath as we moan in pleasure.
He calls me his angel, and lifts me up, up, until I feel like I’m flying.
Now he’s deep inside me, his eyes locked on mine, like he’s waiting for something.
Tomorrow, everything may fly apart, but for the moment, we’re together. This beautiful moment will end. Everything ends. I feel the urgency in his body, like he knows it, too.
He thrusts deeper and deeper, his fingers digging in to my thighs and hips like he’s frustrated. He wants more.
I gaze up into his eyes and tell him what I feel. “I love you.”
He closes his eyes and smiles.
Instead of loosening his grip, he digs in harder.
I stare up at his face. I love him. And that scares me.
I came to this city with nothing.
Now I have something to lose.
There's a reason they call Los Angeles the City of Broken Dreams.
REVENGE by JJ KNIGHT
You've just finished reading Volume #4. Revenge is a 5-book series about Jess and Dylan.
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Both Amanda and Riley are excited to hear about Dylan’s recording deal. They’re interested, but not in a greedy way. Neither one asks about getting tickets to shows, but Dylan offers them anyway.
Our dinner isn’t as elaborate and chaotic as the one last Sunday, but it’s nice.
When Dylan rubs his knee against mine under the table, I’m excited, but in a different way.
Our relationship is changing, becoming more comfortable. This morning, I watched him pick all the mushrooms out of his omelet. He complained bitterly the whole time, like the mushrooms offended him on some deep level.
After all he’s been through in his life, you’d think he wouldn’t get upset over mushrooms, or people cutting him off in traffic. Plus he’s rich. Compared to me, he’s got nothing to worry about.
We finish eating dinner, and Amanda suggests we all play XBox in the living room.
Dylan turns to me, his expression pleading. “Can I?” he jokes, like he needs my permission.
“Of course you can,” I say, laughing.
The four of us play games, sharing around the two controllers. Dylan’s really competitive, and wins almost everything. I can’t even cuddle up and share the chair with him, or he elbows me in the face.
Eventually, I leave the room to get ready for bed. After brushing my teeth and washing up, I go into my bedroom to grab a book.
Dylan’s in my bed, his clothes over the wooden chair.
“There you are,” he growls. “Strip for me.”
The room is dark, except for the glow of my lamp. His bare shoulders are gold in the light.
“I thought you were playing games.”
“Maybe I still am.”
“Good one.”
“Strip for me,” he says again.
“Like a real stripper? In case you haven’t noticed, there’s no brass pole in here. Just at your place.”
“We can’t go there. I can’t wait that long. Just take your clothes off. Slowly.”
“Are you sleeping over?”
“Do you want me to?”
“I have to work in the morning.”
“I’ll drive you to work.” He rolls onto his side and rests his head on his palm. “I’ll drive you to work like a normal boyfriend. And you’ll kiss me goodbye like a normal girlfriend.”
“I’d like that.”
“So, we’re official? If I’m asked by reporters, I could say you’re just a friend.”
“I’m more than a friend.”
He licks his lips. “You sure are.”
I start undressing, feeling his eyes on me.
I go slowly. For him.
I’m tingling all over. I strip off all my clothes, bathed in his lust and getting more turned on by the second. He’s all I want. All I need.
Naked, I slide into my bed and into his arms.
Every touch ignites me, from his feather-light strokes to the way he grabs me to drag me under him.
Using his hot mouth, he claims my neck, my breasts, my stomach. He moves lower and claims everything. I’m his. Every part of me.
We tease each other and share breath as we moan in pleasure.
He calls me his angel, and lifts me up, up, until I feel like I’m flying.
Now he’s deep inside me, his eyes locked on mine, like he’s waiting for something.
Tomorrow, everything may fly apart, but for the moment, we’re together. This beautiful moment will end. Everything ends. I feel the urgency in his body, like he knows it, too.
He thrusts deeper and deeper, his fingers digging in to my thighs and hips like he’s frustrated. He wants more.
I gaze up into his eyes and tell him what I feel. “I love you.”
He closes his eyes and smiles.
Instead of loosening his grip, he digs in harder.
I stare up at his face. I love him. And that scares me.
I came to this city with nothing.
Now I have something to lose.
There's a reason they call Los Angeles the City of Broken Dreams.
REVENGE by JJ KNIGHT
You've just finished reading Volume #4. Revenge is a 5-book series about Jess and Dylan.
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