Free Reluctantly Famous by Heather Leigh Page B

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    The cab drops me off in front of a sleek
glass high rise in downtown Boston.
    “ Thanks.” I hand the
cabbie some cash after he retrieves my suitcase and puts it down on
the sidewalk next to me.
    “ Declan Foster?” I turn to
see a couple of teenage girls timidly eyeing me from a few feet
away.
    They seem friendly, so I answer them
honestly. Besides, who am I kidding? I’m not wearing a hat,
sunglasses, nothing to hide my identity. “Yes, I am.”
    Their hesitation melts into smiles when they
realize that I’m not going to snap out at them.
    “ Can we get a picture with
you?” one of the girls asks.
    “ Sure.”
    She happily pulls out her phone and they
crowd around me for a selfie. “Thanks so much!”
    “ You’re
welcome.”
    And that’s it. I thank God for about the
millionth time for not saddling me with the same type of fans that
Ryker has. There’s no way I could deal with that kind of crazy on a
daily basis.
    Allie’s concierge buzzes me into the
building and lets me take the elevator upstairs after checking my
I.D. and making sure I’m on ‘the list’. After stepping off onto the
twelfth floor, I don’t get halfway down the hall before a door
opens, ejecting a very excited Allie Forrester.
    “ Dex!”
    I know I must be grinning like a fool, but I
don’t care. She makes me feel good, something I haven’t felt in a
while. Without warning, Allie takes a flying leap at me, landing
with her body wrapped around mine. She’s damn lucky I dropped my
bags fast enough to catch her.
    “ That’s some kind of
greeting, Al.”
    She giggles into my neck before pulling back
so we can see each other. The air around us crackles and I feel a
distinct shift happening between us. The memory of that blistering
hot kiss we shared in the cab in London hits me full force.
    Allie’s intense green eyes lock onto mine
then flick down to my mouth. In that moment, I’ve never wanted
anyone as much as I want her. She slides down my front, making me
hold in a groan as she rubs against my cock. It’s torture, holding
back when all I want to do is tear off her clothes and taste every
inch of her body.
    Allie is lost in her thoughts. Lustful ones
if the look on her face means anything, so I take charge. “Let’s go
inside.” She nods as I bend down to grab my bag.
    I’m sure Allie’s condo is spectacular, but I
wouldn’t know it. All I see from the minute I step inside is her.
The way the afternoon sun slants through the wall of windows,
causing her dark hair to glow with rust-colored highlights, the way
her jeans hug every single curve of her tight ass and long legs,
the way her lips curve when she smiles up at me or says something
amusing. She’s fucking incredible.
    “ Dex?”
    “ Huh?”
    Allie laughs. “Did you hear a word I just
said?”
    No I didn’t. Damn.
    “ I asked if you wanted a
drink.”
    Minutes later, we’re sitting on her couch
with a glass of wine. She’s discussing something while I continue
to daydream about how perfect she is.
    Abruptly, she stops talking. “You look
guilty Declan Foster. What were you thinking about?”
    “ You,” I answer too
quickly. It’s not my fault. Her legs are tucked up beneath her, and
with every hand gesture or giggle she makes, a part of her body
brushes up against me. My thigh, my chest, my arm… she’s killing
me. Death by a thousand sensual touches.
    It gives me complete brain to mouth
malfunction.
    Allie’s eyes widen and damn if they don’t
drop down to my mouth again. Her pupils dilate, whether it’s from
the alcohol or from this unbelievable spark that exists between us,
I’m not sure, but damn I want to find out.
    I take her glass in my free hand and put
both of them on the end table. When I turn back to talk to her,
she’s shifted closer, our mouths separated by mere inches.
    “ Al,” I say
hoarsely.
    “ Yes?” Her lids are heavy
with lust. She flicks out her tongue and moistens her lush lips. My
dick is so hard I swear it