performance. If
she could hold on to that thought, it would make the next half hour
or so a hell of a lot easier to take.
If only Emma hadn’t orchestrated this
particular fantasy…
If only Parker wasn’t the leading man…
Parker had driven her to orgasm less than
half an hour earlier in the dressing room, but rather than satisfy,
it had merely inflamed her, left her hungry for so much more.
The vibrator continued to
beat away at her sensitive pussy muscles. Each time she clenched
around the too small, too ineffective toy, she was reminded of the
plug in her ass. Anal play wasn’t in her normal repertoire, but she
couldn’t deny there was something about having her ass filled that
triggered a latent wow button. She liked it a lot more than she ever would have
expected.
Leave it to Parker to toss her into the deep
end. The man had consumed too much of her attention the past few
years, causing her to feel things she didn’t want to feel, want
things she had no business wanting.
Parker was an actor. A gorgeous, sexy,
sought-after movie star. Having spent a lifetime living under the
same roof with that exact brand of man, there was no way Becca
would sign on for the pain her mother had suffered. Her father
hadn’t even tried to honor his marriage vows or hide his
affairs.
And after only three years in the spotlight,
Parker had racked up his fair share of torrid front-page tabloid
love affairs. Becca had no interest in adding her name to that
list. Thanks to her famous father, she’d already been subjected to
all sorts of conjecture about her love life. The latest rumor
speculated that she was a lesbian, and a picture of her shopping
with Emma had made the rounds. People really needed to get a life.
Unlike the Kardashians, she didn’t enjoy their unsavory attention.
Besides, they always managed to get everything wrong.
She’d probably pay for her appearance on this
stage tonight. She clearly hadn’t thought this through. How many
people in the audience recognized her and were tweeting to the
world that Jared Preston’s supposedly lesbian daughter was acting
in an erotic show at Scoundrels. She blew out a long, annoyed
breath. Her father would love it, boasting that she was finally
following in his footsteps. Her mother would be horrified.
What the hell had she been thinking?
She hadn’t. She’d seen Parker. Let him
overwhelm her with his take-charge sexual advances in the dressing
room and then she’d let him shove her onto this stage like a lamb
to the slaughter.
The problem was her heart
was too engaged when it came to Parker. She needed to keep her
emotions contained. Platonic love was all she could safely offer
him. Despite his assertions they would be perfect for each other,
she was far-too-well aware of exactly how long perfect lasted in Hollywood. She
ventured to guess her manicure would survive longer than any Parker
Banks romance.
The lighting on the stage began to change
colors, washing her in a sea of blue, then red, then green that she
could see even beneath her lowered eyelids. The background music
until this point had been soft, melodic, almost a lullaby. Which
was appropriate. After all, her role was simple. She was a woman
alone in bed at night, having naughty, sexy dreams.
Dreams that would be fulfilled by Parker…and
friends. She hadn’t seen the other men Emma had hired to
participate in this sex fantasy, but knowing her girlfriend, she’d
have found two unbelievably gorgeous specimens, which would only
put Becca in a more painfully aroused state.
Becca stilled, waiting, as the music grew
louder. Her fingers lingered on her pussy. Then it dawned on her
the vibrator was no longer pulsing. When had Parker turned it
off?
Unable to resist taking a peek, she opened
her eyes. The lights focused on the bed had grown dimmer as a
spotlight shone toward the edge of the stage nearest her feet. The
bed was angled diagonally at center stage. The negligee she’d been
mortified about wearing
she could hold on to that thought, it would make the next half hour
or so a hell of a lot easier to take.
If only Emma hadn’t orchestrated this
particular fantasy…
If only Parker wasn’t the leading man…
Parker had driven her to orgasm less than
half an hour earlier in the dressing room, but rather than satisfy,
it had merely inflamed her, left her hungry for so much more.
The vibrator continued to
beat away at her sensitive pussy muscles. Each time she clenched
around the too small, too ineffective toy, she was reminded of the
plug in her ass. Anal play wasn’t in her normal repertoire, but she
couldn’t deny there was something about having her ass filled that
triggered a latent wow button. She liked it a lot more than she ever would have
expected.
Leave it to Parker to toss her into the deep
end. The man had consumed too much of her attention the past few
years, causing her to feel things she didn’t want to feel, want
things she had no business wanting.
Parker was an actor. A gorgeous, sexy,
sought-after movie star. Having spent a lifetime living under the
same roof with that exact brand of man, there was no way Becca
would sign on for the pain her mother had suffered. Her father
hadn’t even tried to honor his marriage vows or hide his
affairs.
And after only three years in the spotlight,
Parker had racked up his fair share of torrid front-page tabloid
love affairs. Becca had no interest in adding her name to that
list. Thanks to her famous father, she’d already been subjected to
all sorts of conjecture about her love life. The latest rumor
speculated that she was a lesbian, and a picture of her shopping
with Emma had made the rounds. People really needed to get a life.
Unlike the Kardashians, she didn’t enjoy their unsavory attention.
Besides, they always managed to get everything wrong.
She’d probably pay for her appearance on this
stage tonight. She clearly hadn’t thought this through. How many
people in the audience recognized her and were tweeting to the
world that Jared Preston’s supposedly lesbian daughter was acting
in an erotic show at Scoundrels. She blew out a long, annoyed
breath. Her father would love it, boasting that she was finally
following in his footsteps. Her mother would be horrified.
What the hell had she been thinking?
She hadn’t. She’d seen Parker. Let him
overwhelm her with his take-charge sexual advances in the dressing
room and then she’d let him shove her onto this stage like a lamb
to the slaughter.
The problem was her heart
was too engaged when it came to Parker. She needed to keep her
emotions contained. Platonic love was all she could safely offer
him. Despite his assertions they would be perfect for each other,
she was far-too-well aware of exactly how long perfect lasted in Hollywood. She
ventured to guess her manicure would survive longer than any Parker
Banks romance.
The lighting on the stage began to change
colors, washing her in a sea of blue, then red, then green that she
could see even beneath her lowered eyelids. The background music
until this point had been soft, melodic, almost a lullaby. Which
was appropriate. After all, her role was simple. She was a woman
alone in bed at night, having naughty, sexy dreams.
Dreams that would be fulfilled by Parker…and
friends. She hadn’t seen the other men Emma had hired to
participate in this sex fantasy, but knowing her girlfriend, she’d
have found two unbelievably gorgeous specimens, which would only
put Becca in a more painfully aroused state.
Becca stilled, waiting, as the music grew
louder. Her fingers lingered on her pussy. Then it dawned on her
the vibrator was no longer pulsing. When had Parker turned it
off?
Unable to resist taking a peek, she opened
her eyes. The lights focused on the bed had grown dimmer as a
spotlight shone toward the edge of the stage nearest her feet. The
bed was angled diagonally at center stage. The negligee she’d been
mortified about wearing
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