down, Tennyson captured her mouth in a deep, drawn-out kiss. He rubbed her arms slowly, exhaustion mingling with a sense of relief. He absolutely loved that they could share this, take care of each other, all while keeping things simple.
"I won't be satisfied until you feel raw," he murmured into the kiss. "Until your hair's a knotted mess, your limbs ache, and you can't walk straight."
Sophie sucked in a breath and shivered. "Man, don’t you need recovery time? My pussy's already sore."
He laughed quietly and pecked those plump, thoroughly kissed lips once more before he lay back and placed an arm under his head. "Princess, I don’t have to be hard to enjoy the things you do. And your sweet pussy can rest while you put that little mouth on my cock." He cupped her soft cheek, enjoying the blush that blossomed across it. "We have three days. I intend to make them count."
It was a damn shame he had to work at all, which was an incredibly unfamiliar thought to him. For as long as he'd been a director, work had come first—with no exceptions.
"Best I get started, then." Sophie sent him a wicked grin and then crawled lower to suck his spent cock into her mouth.
"Fuck," he breathed out and closed his eyes.
He was in heaven.
Chapter 9
Los Angeles
Headphones on, mouths close to the mics, Sophie and a fellow actress—Lily—fed each other lines in the recording studio.
"Miss Frenchy?" Lily asked in a childlike voice. "What's a curly fry?"
Sophie grinned as her baby moved in her belly but was able to continue without interrupting. "Curly fries are my brothers and sisters from the '80s. Someone gave them a very, very bad perm."
*
Sydney
Sophie was thankful this was her last trip before she couldn’t fly anymore. She was exhausted and sick of interviews.
"Last one, darling." Daniel squeezed her leg. "Ready for some time off?"
"I can't even tell you how much."
They stopped at an intersection on the way to the hotel, and Sophie saw tabloid headlines plastered outside a store. Some were about her dodging paparazzi outside a hotel.
The rumors were still flying from her fight with Cassandra that night weeks ago.
"Give it two or three years and then you can take as much time off as you want." Daniel winked at her. "You'll be an A-lister in no time."
Sophie couldn’t wait. She loved her job, but once she'd worked her way to the top, she wouldn’t have to pick jobs solely to establish herself in Hollywood.
*
Los Angeles
"Oh, my God!" Sophie nearly bowled over as the contraction hit her. She hadn't been prepared for the pain. "Time?" She looked up, panicked, at Noah.
He looked just as freaked out. "Thirteen minutes. They're getting closer."
A whimper slipped through her lips, and Noah was there in a flash to help her over to the couch.
"Has Tennyson left yet?" she gritted out, panting.
The second the contractions had started, she'd called Tennyson, who'd had a jet on standby in San Antonio the past week and a half.
"Yeah, he's in the air by now." Noah eyed the bag she'd already packed and kept in the hallway. "I should drive you to the hospital, right?"
Sophie nodded, knowing she couldn’t go through much more of this pain unless she was in a hospital bed with doctors around her.
*
Kayden Pierce Wright was born on the sixteenth of April, and it was the day Sophie fell in love for the first time. Love at first sight—it was real.
Tennyson had gotten to the hospital just in time for Sophie to push.
They had the next three days together. He thanked her over and over for the most precious gift he could have ever received, and watching him with Kayden was like a gift all its own to Sophie. It was beautiful.
"I never knew love could run so deeply," he murmured one morning as he held Kayden.
The Wright side of the family was sold, too. Tennyson and Asher's mother was surprisingly nice. Griffin was gruff as always but sweet and proud. Asher was proud, too. Mainly because of the origin of Kayden's
"I won't be satisfied until you feel raw," he murmured into the kiss. "Until your hair's a knotted mess, your limbs ache, and you can't walk straight."
Sophie sucked in a breath and shivered. "Man, don’t you need recovery time? My pussy's already sore."
He laughed quietly and pecked those plump, thoroughly kissed lips once more before he lay back and placed an arm under his head. "Princess, I don’t have to be hard to enjoy the things you do. And your sweet pussy can rest while you put that little mouth on my cock." He cupped her soft cheek, enjoying the blush that blossomed across it. "We have three days. I intend to make them count."
It was a damn shame he had to work at all, which was an incredibly unfamiliar thought to him. For as long as he'd been a director, work had come first—with no exceptions.
"Best I get started, then." Sophie sent him a wicked grin and then crawled lower to suck his spent cock into her mouth.
"Fuck," he breathed out and closed his eyes.
He was in heaven.
Chapter 9
Los Angeles
Headphones on, mouths close to the mics, Sophie and a fellow actress—Lily—fed each other lines in the recording studio.
"Miss Frenchy?" Lily asked in a childlike voice. "What's a curly fry?"
Sophie grinned as her baby moved in her belly but was able to continue without interrupting. "Curly fries are my brothers and sisters from the '80s. Someone gave them a very, very bad perm."
*
Sydney
Sophie was thankful this was her last trip before she couldn’t fly anymore. She was exhausted and sick of interviews.
"Last one, darling." Daniel squeezed her leg. "Ready for some time off?"
"I can't even tell you how much."
They stopped at an intersection on the way to the hotel, and Sophie saw tabloid headlines plastered outside a store. Some were about her dodging paparazzi outside a hotel.
The rumors were still flying from her fight with Cassandra that night weeks ago.
"Give it two or three years and then you can take as much time off as you want." Daniel winked at her. "You'll be an A-lister in no time."
Sophie couldn’t wait. She loved her job, but once she'd worked her way to the top, she wouldn’t have to pick jobs solely to establish herself in Hollywood.
*
Los Angeles
"Oh, my God!" Sophie nearly bowled over as the contraction hit her. She hadn't been prepared for the pain. "Time?" She looked up, panicked, at Noah.
He looked just as freaked out. "Thirteen minutes. They're getting closer."
A whimper slipped through her lips, and Noah was there in a flash to help her over to the couch.
"Has Tennyson left yet?" she gritted out, panting.
The second the contractions had started, she'd called Tennyson, who'd had a jet on standby in San Antonio the past week and a half.
"Yeah, he's in the air by now." Noah eyed the bag she'd already packed and kept in the hallway. "I should drive you to the hospital, right?"
Sophie nodded, knowing she couldn’t go through much more of this pain unless she was in a hospital bed with doctors around her.
*
Kayden Pierce Wright was born on the sixteenth of April, and it was the day Sophie fell in love for the first time. Love at first sight—it was real.
Tennyson had gotten to the hospital just in time for Sophie to push.
They had the next three days together. He thanked her over and over for the most precious gift he could have ever received, and watching him with Kayden was like a gift all its own to Sophie. It was beautiful.
"I never knew love could run so deeply," he murmured one morning as he held Kayden.
The Wright side of the family was sold, too. Tennyson and Asher's mother was surprisingly nice. Griffin was gruff as always but sweet and proud. Asher was proud, too. Mainly because of the origin of Kayden's
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