Free The Princess and the Porn Star by Lauren Gallagher Page B

Jim sends a search party.”
    “Yes you do. Oh! And by the way, I had to reschedule your flight this evening. You’re leaving at eight instead of ten.”
    “Think we’ll make it?” I asked.
    “As long as this fiasco wraps up on time.”
    I raised an eyebrow. “I ask again, think we’ll make it?”
    “We’ll find a way.” He nudged me toward the door. “Now, shoo. You need to get out there on that set so there’s some chance of finishing up on time. Go, go!”
    I laughed and went, carefully but quickly picking my way down the hall in these god-awful heels. I’d made it through the first few hours of shooting. I could make it through the rest.
    When I entered the soundstage, Lee was already there.
    I’d already seen him today, of course, and had already gotten the oh my God and the Jesus Christ, I want that man out of my system. I was used to being around him enough I could—
    Oh hell.
    Maybe not.
    White leather. Painted-on, skintight white leather. I’d spent all last night thinking about what it might have been like—and where things might have gone—if he’d kissed me next to my car. And now? Now he was on set and dressed for the video, just like he’d been all morning, except now he was in white instead of black, and my dress wasn’t the reason I suddenly stopped breathing.
    I really need to get my head together.
    Or get your bad self laid, I heard Quinn’s voice in the back of my mind.
    That thought made me giggle, but I also couldn’t argue with the imaginary Quinn. Not that I had been particularly desperate for sex over the last few months—I was too focused on my music to even notice my sex drive—but now that I was acquainted with Lee…
    Lee who turned toward me right then. His lips parted as he gave me a quick down-up-down, and my whole body tingled under the weight of his gaze. My God, what if he touched me? Like, really touched me? Not just through my clothes while we were dancing?
    His eyes met mine.
    Please, please, please touch me…
    I shook my head and looked away from him.
    Get it together, Rachel. Quickly.
    I didn’t have much time to get it together either. Ten minutes after I walked into the room, Lee and I were front and center on the stage.
    And he was touching me. Still through my clothes, still in a position to dance and nothing more, but just the heat of his body against my back was enough to raise my pulse. I’d impulsively gotten extra close to him this morning. I’d taken our staged closeness and turned it into bumping and grinding that was a layer of clothes and a condom away from all-out fucking. That was fine in the heat of the moment, but then there was a break, a pause, and now here we were again, and my body ached for that kind of contact all over again.
    Question was, if we danced like that again, was there any way in hell we’d get out of this building without finding out what it was like to give in and fuck?
    Lee’s fingers tightened on my hips, subtly pulling me toward him. His chest pressed against my back, and my ass pressed against… Oh, God, if his cock was really as big as it felt when it was rock hard and grinding against my ass, I had to feel it inside me. Somehow or other, I needed to get him alone and naked.
    “Everyone ready?” Jim’s voice snapped me out of my dirty daydream.
    “Ready,” I said.
    “Ready.” Lee’s voice vibrated against the side of my neck.
    “Action!” Jim called out.
    A second later, the music started. And so did we.
    I swiveled my hips. Let my knees bend more. He moved right along with me, like he was either really good at anticipating what I was going to do or was just passively following with no hesitation whatsoever.
    And he did as he was told too. Almost kissing my neck but not quite. His breath was warm across the side of my neck, ruffling loose strands of hair and making the tiny hairs stand on end. Every once in a while his lip or his lightly stubbled chin brushed my skin, and if I shivered like that one more