The Director (Hollywood Nights) (19 page)

           
“Shhh.” He put his finger up to her
lips. “Let me finish. I wouldn’t want you to give anything up. When you made
the comment to Jonas that he and Frankie would have gorgeous babies, I naturally
wondered what our kids would look like. It doesn’t mean we have to have them.
I’m not getting any younger, and I want to spend my time with you. I don’t want
to launch right in to baby-making, but it would be okay if it happened.”

           
She nodded. “I don’t want to sound
like a bad person for saying I’m not sure I want them. I think they are
adorable, but I just don’t know. I’m pretty high maintenance myself.”

           
“I don’t mind,” he said as he
wrapped her into a hug. He didn’t which surprised him the most. He was
generally annoyed by all the fuss women made over every little thing. She took
an hour to pick an outfit to wear around the house. Without make-up, like she
was now, didn’t mean she was without moisturizer or whatever it was she had in
those tubes and jars. Her routines were interesting to learn about. “I guess
what we need to decide is whether or not
you
would be okay if it happened. If you definitely do not want kids, I can always have
the procedure done to ensure that it doesn’t.”

“No,” she said and gripped him
harder suddenly. “Don’t do that.”

 
He swatted her butt and said, “Then it’s
settled. Now let’s eat. I’m starving.”

Chapter
14

A few months
later…

           
Shay was nervous, excited, and ready
to walk out the door when he walked in. She watched as his eyes opened wider.
He took in the outfit she was wearing. She tried to remain serious as he
cleared his throat and asked, “Where ya off to, Babe?”

           
“I have an audition off Broadway in forty-five
minutes.” She bit her lower lip and waited.

           
“Does Alex know what you are
wearing?” he asked cautiously.

           
She was enjoying this. He was trying
hard not to tell her she looked ridiculous. “Yes.”

           
“He does?” His genuine surprise made
her laugh.

           
“What? What’s wrong with it?” she
teased.

           
“Oh.” He put his hand up and grabbed
the back of his own neck and rubbed. “Well, nothing. It’s just…quite an outfit
you got there. I uh…can I tag along? I needed to go that way today too.”

           
She was wearing a pretty gaudy
number. Something she would have worn in the past, but overdone. She stood out,
like she used to, for all the wrong reasons. Fortunately, that was what the
character did too.

           
“Are you afraid someone is going to
mug me?” She asked. Deep down inside she was a little worried about that too.

           
“What?” He said loudly. He made a
pshh sound and said, “No. I know you can take care of yourself. I just…you
know…What’s the role?”

           
She laughed out loud now. He was
adorable. “Come on. Come with me. I didn’t even put it all on. I have more in
my bag, but I won’t have time to change so I had to go as ready as possible.”

           
“Well, let’s go.” He opened the
door.

           
By the time they got into the cab he
was pretty fired up. “Jed.”

           
“I don’t like how they were looking
at you.” He grumbled. He closed the door to the cab and glared at the guy
driving practically daring him to say something. “I mean I know what you look
like. I know your boobs are more out than in right now, but still.”

           
“If it makes you feel any better,
your hoodie is in the bag. I brought it to put on after. I can’t mess up my
hair and make-up before.” She touched his hand and he grumbled again. “If you’ll
be a good sport about this I promise to make it up to you.”

           
He harrumphed.

           
“Anything you want,” she whispered
in his ear and he turned to look at her.

           
“Anything?”

           
She gulped. She knew that look. She
nodded.

           
He took a deep ragged breath and
asked, “How long will this take?”

           
She laughed.

***

Shay was called and notified
she had the lead in the Off Broadway play
Shopaholic
before they had even returned to the scene of her impending debt to be paid.
Jed barely shut the door before saying, “Put on the black one and bring out the
box.”

           
Shay
had thought the happy, charming man that had just moments ago celebrated her
success was going to be the one to cash in on the debt. Not so. She shivered.
It had been a while since they had tested new limits. She anxiously moved to
the bedroom.

           
Between the ten minute episodes they
had created what seemed like a million of, his side projects, and her new
venture into producing women’s undergarments meant for formal wear, they had
been quite a busy couple.

           
Shay looked at herself in the
mirror. She had worn this particular outfit once before. The black lace did a
nice job of concealing and revealing her flesh in all the right places. The
garter and thigh highs reminded her of how he had taken his time removing them.
She wondered if he would take his time tonight or if he was simply wound up and
ready to release. He wanted the box. Not a particular item from it, but the
whole thing.

           
She stepped out of the walk-in
closet and looked at the devil lying in the bed buck naked. He smiled and
asked, “You put the panties on over?”

           
She didn’t think he would notice
right away. She had so she could keep the rest on longer. She nodded.

           
He crooked his finger in a ‘come
here’ motion. She moved to the foot of the bed and sat the box on the edge. Jed
was always distracting with his lean, strong, and always satisfying body. They
both worked out at a gym to prevent the weight from packing on.

He had softened a little in a few
places, but so had she. His abs were still there, still defined, but not rock
hard. She liked them better the way they were now. He cooked like he belonged
on a chef show and she was always too tempted by the meals to exercise control
over portions.

           
Her heart was thrumming in her
chest, tapping out the tune it played just for him, just for these occasions.
She asked, “What do you want from the box?”

           
“Funny,” he winked. “That’s the same
thing I was going to ask you.”

           
“I thought this was anything you
wanted.” She opened the box and looked inside at the selection of naughty toys
and accessories there.

           
“It is,” he whispered. “I’m giving
control of it, all of it, over to you. You give it to me all the time. I’ve
spanked you, tied you up, tied you down, put my dick in every available
opening, and you have let me. Now, it’s all up to you. What I do to you or you
do to me. It’s your call, Babe. I trust you.”

           
A warm feeling slipped over her from
head to toe. She hadn’t considered this. He was a natural leader and she loved
to follow him. “So I can spank you?”

           
“Yep.” He said easily.

           
“Tie you up?”

           
“Okay.”

           
She touched the tube of lubricant in
the box and wickedly asked, “And put something in every available opening.”

           
He thought about that for a long
minute. They were in a stare off. His blue eyes locked with her green ones. She
tried not to be the one to blink first.

           
He took a breath and said, “If
that’s what you want.”

           
She pulled out the tube of lubricant
so he could see it. She placed it in between her breasts so it could get warm.
He gulped. His Adam’s apple bobbed. He said with a little more caution, “Be
nice to me.”

           
Her fingers touched the tip of his
toes. He moved them against the tips of her fingers. She slid them over the
tops of his feet and climbed onto the bed as she slid her hands up his shins,
his thighs, and then onto his abs as she avoided his cock completely. She
straddled him and leaned in to kiss his lips. He had shaved that morning. She
was getting used to variety of looks the man offered. She liked them all. He
kept the beard or some variation of it most of the time. She let her tongue
slide out of his mouth and asked, “Why did you shave?”

           
Her fingers slid along his jawline.

           
“Vegas. I don’t want you to have to
worry about how I look next to you.”

           
She could feel her eyes round wide.
“Jed! Did you do that for me?”

           
“Of course I did,” he smiled. “I only
do it for you. I hate shaving.”

           
“I like you scruffy. It’s sexy.”

           
“I knew there was a reason I…”

           
“Say it.” She could feel the sparks
run through her. He didn’t have to use terrible words to say nice things to her
anymore. She wanted to hear him say the nice things too. She believed he saw
well beyond the surface of her existence.

           
“I love you.”

           
“Tell me how you see me.” She sat up
and looked down at him.

           
“Really?”

           
She nodded.

           
He reached up and cupped her cheek
with his palm and said, “I see your eyes and they speak directly to my soul. I
see your lips and sigh because I know they are magical. I see your body and
feel blessed I have the privilege to touch it, taste it…”

           
She was liquid, every part of her
body heated and melted under his touch, his words, his gaze. She turned her
head to kiss his palm. He let his hand slide down her neck, over her shoulder
and then he brought both of his hands to rest on his chest. He whispered, “Sneaky.”

           
She was breathless, “What?”

           
“You’re tempting me, trying to get
me to take over. I know you like it that way. I do too, but I want you to do
this. I want you to know what it feels like to be trusted the way you trust me
with your body.”

           
She had to admit, “I’m nervous.”

           
“Start here,” he whispered and moved
his hand to touch his own lips.

           
Shay leaned down and let her lips
press against his. She licked the soft flesh, teased his lower, then upper lip
before enveloping both of his lips with hers. She wanted to devour him. She
flicked her tongue as he opened his mouth to let her in. She caressed his
tongue with her own in soft, delicate motions. She explored his mouth fully,
licked his teeth, nibbled his lips, and then finally let the man up to breathe.
He was, heavily.

           
She kissed his jaw. She made sure to
lick the length of his throat from his collarbone to his chin. The feel of her
tongue sliding over his chin and down to his Adam’s apple was something she
would probably not be able to do again for a while since she doubted he would
shave again anytime soon. His hands moved to his sides and she noticed that he
tugged a bit at the sheets. It wasn’t easy for him to let her do this.

           
Feeling empowered by his reactions,
she traced his collarbone with her fingers, paid attention to every little
 
detail, freckle, and muscle his chest and
arms had to offer. She eventually wound up at the wrist, the one with the
slanted scar. Her thumb stroked over the line. She looked at him and he looked
at her cautiously, uncertain. She pressed her lips to the mark and he exhaled a
deep breath.

           
His expression revealed more than
she had expected about the mark. She remained focused on the task at hand, but
had a renewed interest in the complete story behind how that scar came to be.
She tortured him the way he had done her on so many occasions. He could spend more
than an hour exploring her. She wasn’t as patient, but she was trying to be.

           
When she crawled down his body and
pushed his legs apart so she could settle between them to lick and caress him,
she watched the sheets gather at his sides in his hands. He gripped them
tighter in his fists as she made slow, purposeful licks from the seam of his scrotum
to the tip of his dick. After tormenting him to the point that he had pulled
the sheets loose from the mattress, she decided there was probably never going
to be a second chance to do something crazy to this man. He would likely never
let her hold the reigns again.

           
She began sucking him, licking,
teasing in the ways he liked best. Since implementing the distraction policy
for his smoking, she could make him come within moments when necessary. It had
been necessary a few times, such as the dressing room, the bathroom at a restaurant,
the library stacks, and the spot behind the coffee shop. They had become
reckless. The thrill of getting caught was fun while it lasted, but then they
did get caught. Fortunately, by an older man who didn’t recognize either of
them. It put the brakes on the public exploits.