Free Getting Played (Heart of Fame #7) by Lexxie Couper

Can’t have sex in a movie cinema.”
    “Why not?” He grinned. “Never stopped us before. I’m pretty certain we screwed ourselves silly for the entire duration of—”
    “Enough,” she cut him off.
    He laughed again. “Just proving a point.”
    A heartbeat of silence stretched through the connection and then Nat said, “What movie?”
    Elated joy bloomed in Jax’s chest. He squeezed the air in a tight fist and let out a silent yes! “The new George Clooney movie,” he answered with a smile.
    “The one that premieres tonight?”
    “Yep.” He wandered over to the window and watched the play of lights on the darkening harbor waters, a contented lick of pleasure joining the joy in his chest. Damn, he’d forgotten how much he liked the sound of her voice. All husky and naughty even when she wasn’t talking dirty. “That’s the one. Come with me and I’ll introduce you to all the other famous people there.”
    “I already know all the famous people in this country worth knowing.”
    He raised his eyebrows, lips curling. “Oh, who’s become a culture snob in her old age?”
    “Screw you, Campbell,” she shot back. He could hear the laughter in her insult. “I’m not that old. Besides, I’ve already made it clear I’m not interested in anything from you except fucking.”
    “So we’ll fuck after. In the back of the limo if you want. Or in the back row of the cinema while the ushers clean up the popcorn. Or—”
    “Aren’t I meant to be the one laying down the challenges?”
    He smirked. “Just giving you some ideas.”
    Another heartbeat-long pause filled the connection before Nat sighed. “I don’t think—”
    “Say yes, Boxhead,” he said, a tight lump filling his throat.
    “If I don’t?” Cautious wariness filled the question.
    “I’ll turn up at your office tomorrow with an aerosol can of whipped cream while wearing nothing but a pair of leather pants. I can do that. I’m a rock star.”
    “Jesus, Campbell.”
    His smirk stretched to a triumphant grin. He had her. He could hear it on the husky waver in her voice.
    An image of Nat stretched out naked on her desk as he drew a delicious path of whipped cream from her lips, over her breasts, around her belly button and down to the exquisiteness of her tight pussy filled his head. His cock throbbed, aching with urgent need.
    He was going to do that to her. Whether it was one of her challenges or not, he was going to do that to her. Maybe as a celebration after they’d found Nick’s replacement?
    After? Isn’t the whole sex-challenge thing finished when you find a replacement for Nick? She’s going out with the Minister for Colouring In, after all.
    A squirming knot of disquiet twisted through Jax’s happiness. He ground his teeth, turned from the window and strode back to his suitcase. “So that’s a yes?” he said, staring at the suit waiting for him. Would she find him sexy in it? “To the movie? And sex after?”
    “Jax…” she began.
    “Or would you rather whipped cream in your office?”
    “Okay, yes to the movie.”
    He grinned, an overwhelming sense of happiness flowing through him once again. “Excellent. Be ready in thirty minutes.”
    He hung up before she could respond, tossed his phone on the massive king-size bed positioned in the middle of the room and then launched himself into a very debauched victory dance, his erect cock slapping his stomach with solid whacks.
    He was halfway through a ridiculously happy limbo move when his phone rang.
    Snatching it from the bed, he frowned at Nat’s name on the screen. Cold fear doused his elation. Fuck, she wasn’t going to renege, was she? And if she did, what would he do? He wanted to see her tonight. He wanted to—
    Throat thick, that same unfamiliar unrest stirring in his gut, he connected the call and placed his phone to his ear. “Boxhead?”
    “Stop calling me Boxhead.”
    He forced out a chuckle. “What do you want? Can’t go without hearing my voice for