Hate the Player: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romantic Comedy(78)

“Holy shit. I propositioned you?” she asks, and I’m shocked to see a slightly tickled smile slide across her pretty lips.

“And you’re amused by this?”

She shrugs, and a giggle pops from her mouth. “I mean, I put the Andrew Watson in a situation where he had to deal with a naked woman propositioning him for sex, and he couldn’t do anything about it besides make a fucking frozen pizza.” More giggles follow her words. “It’s absurd.”

“I’m so glad you’re finding my misery this hilarious.” I smirk and run a hand through my hair.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I appreciate that you didn’t take me up on it.”

“I might be an asshole sometimes, Birdie, but I’ll never take advantage of someone’s vulnerability.”

Especially hers. If anything, you go all caveman and want to shield her away from the rest of the world when she’s helpless and exposed…

“But I’m glad you didn’t hold back last night,” she adds, and a sexy little smile appears on her lips.

“Me too,” I respond without hesitation. “But where does that leave us now?”

“I’m not entirely sure.” She shrugs, staring down at the sheets and picking at the fabric with her fingers.

Quiet spreads between us again, and I search her face for answers.

Was last night just a one-off thing? God, I hope not. No way I’ve gotten my fill of her yet. Pretty sure we need to repeat what we did about a thousand more times before I’ll even come close to being satisfied.

“You think maybe we should give it another go? Just to see if it’s still that fucking good between us?” I question, a devilish smirk forming at the corners of my mouth.

Her eyes jump to mine, and I shrug.

“It’s just an idea,” I add, and she giggles.

“Uh-huh. Sure, it is.”

“But no pressure, sweetheart,” I continue and sit up and slide off the bed. “While you’re thinking about it, I’m going to hop in the shower real quick. Maybe you order us some breakfast? Or, you know, join me in the shower…whichever suits you most.”

The ball officially in her court, I stride into the bathroom and waste no time turning on the water and stepping inside.

The water warms up in record time, and I grab the complimentary hotel shampoo and begin to scrub the suds into my hair. But by the time I’m rinsing the soap out of my hair, the shower door slides open, and I peek out of one eye to find a naked Birdie stepping inside.

To my utter surprise, she kneels down before me and takes my already hard cock into her mouth. One suck, two sucks…by the time she hits a mind-blowing rhythm, she stops and stares up at me from beneath hooded eyes.

“You have exactly fifteen minutes to rock my world again, and then I have to get ready for work.”

I chuckle at that. “Damn, you’re bossy little minx.”

“Uh-huh.” She nods and licks my hard length with her tongue. “Now, deal with it, Andy.” She holds up a condom wrapper toward me, the tip of my cock now in her mouth. “Deal with it and make me come.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

Condom on scant seconds later, I lift Birdie up into my arms, wrap her slender thighs around my waist, and slide inside her.

So tight, so perfect, fuck, how does she always feel so good?

I push her up against the wall, bury my face between her breasts, and fuck her until she’s coming around my cock.

Damn, what a glorious start to the day.





Birdie



I think I might be addicted to Andrew Watson’s big, glorious penis. It’s like I’m a military groupie or something.

I’ll take “Words I Never Thought I’d Think” for one thousand, Alex.

At a little after five in the morning, with a fresh cup of coffee in my hand, I head into the hair and makeup trailer and find Maureen sleepily getting everything organized.

“Morning, Maur.”

“Morning, honey.” She returns the sentiment and flashes a tired smile my way. “Take a seat, and I’ll get started here shortly.”

I follow her instructions, knowing full well it’ll be a good fifteen minutes before she finds the strength to dive into my hair and makeup.

Maureen is the exact opposite of a morning person. I admire that part of her personality.

While she sets out a vast array of lotions and powders and brushes, I take a drink of my coffee and pull my phone out of my pocket and type out a message.



Me: Rise and shine, Andy. You need to start getting your ass out of bed.



His response comes in a minute later.



Andrew: What the hell, firecracker? Why didn’t you wake me up before you left?



Since he didn’t need to be on set until eight today, I didn’t bother waking him up before I left his room this morning.



Me: I figured you needed your beauty sleep.



Andrew: No, sweetheart, you have that all wrong. I need my cock inside you to make sure my day starts off on the right foot.



A shiver rolls through me when I read his message. Hot damn.

Honestly, I’m not sure what we’re trying to do or why I can’t seem to stop doing all the dirty and delicious things that we’re doing, but for the past week, my schedule has revolved around filming, occasional studio time, and having secret sex rendezvous with Andrew.