A Reclusive Heart (Hollywood Hearts #2)(53)

He’d never had morning sex before, early noon sex yes, but not first thing in the morning sex. That probably had something to do with the fact that he made it a point to leave as soon as he was done. Sticking around usually sent the wrong impression to the woman he slept with like he cared or even remembered her name.

With Jamie he more than cared.

“You can go back to sleep if you want. I promise to be quiet,” she said on a soft little moan that had his c**k twitching inside of her.

“But if I go back to sleep I won’t be able to do this,” he said, adjusting his hand so that his thumb was able to tease her clit.

Jamie gasped as she laid one hand over his as she slowly rode him. “It would probably be best if you stayed awake then,” she agreed as she did this little twist and drop thing that had him sucking in a breath and struggling not to throw her on her back and f**k her until she couldn’t move. When she did it again he arched his back and let out a loud groan.

As much as it killed him he decided to lay back and let his little recluse have her fun. Of course that didn’t mean he couldn’t help her reach the point of screaming his name a little faster to put him out of his misery. He wasn’t a masochist after all.

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Jamie’s warm smile when he stepped out of her bathroom made him wish that they could call in sick today, but they had too damn much to do. Well, he did.

His little recluse needed to go over some things with Rick and work on her books.

They still had a month of tour dates to complete and there was so much that he wanted to show his little recluse. He couldn’t wait to get back on the road with her.

She walked over to him and lightly ran her fingers down his silk tie before standing on her toes to press a kiss against his cheek. “I love your hair,” she said, smiling as she walked passed him to her door.

He barely stopped himself from telling her that he knew that she liked it this way or that he’d given it a mused look for her since it would just make him look like an idiot. Never before had he cared what a woman thought or wanted, but he found himself eager to please his little recluse. It was funny how making her happy made him happy. Not that he was going to look too far into that, because he wasn’t.

As he headed for the door he grabbed his briefcase and the overnight bag he’d thrown together last night and followed after his little recluse only to come an abrupt halt when he found her shifting nervously in front of some guy wearing cheap cologne that smelled like Windex and the expression of a guy who hadn’t gotten laid in decades.

“You can’t do this,” Jamie said, holding up a white piece of paper.

“I just did, lady. When you moved in I told you that I didn’t want any problems and for almost two months I’ve had to deal with crowds, people breaking in and weirdos. I’m done. I want you out by the end of the week!” the man snapped, moving to walk away, but his little recluse scrambled to catch up and cut him off.

“A week? I won’t be here. I have to go back on tour. Can’t we make some sort of compromise?” she suggested, almost desperately.

The man stubbornly shook his head as he walked past her. “I’m sorry, Miss.

Harris. I really am, but I’ve put up with too much nonsense over the past month and I’ve gotten one too many complaints about you,” he said, surprising the hell out of him. People complained about his little recluse? Bullshit.

“But I didn’t do any of those things! You know Mrs. Brigs has a hearing problem and Mr. Ames thinks the government is stealing his thoughts! Please don’t do this!”

“A week, Miss. Harris, and I want you out,” he said, getting the final word in before he disappeared through the stairwell door, leaving his little recluse left standing in the hallway, looking defeated with her little shoulders slumped.

“I think you’re going to have to move, Jamie,” he said, switching his bag into his other hand so that he could put his arm around her shoulders.

“I know,” she muttered unhappily as he steered her towards the elevator. “Do you think Rick will let me out of a few events so that I can find a place and move?”

she asked, sounding hopeful.

He sighed heavily as he pushed the call button. “I’m sorry, Jamie, but we already pushed the dates as far back as we could without breaching any contracts.”

“Oh,” she muttered, her shoulders slumping even further.

“I tell you what, sweetheart,” he said, giving her a little nudge when the elevator doors slid open and she remained standing there looking lost and so damn sad that he ached to pull her into his arms and hold her all day, but they needed to get to work. “I can arrange for someone to rent a house for you and even hire movers to move all of yours things. How does that sound?”

“Will it allow cats?” she asked, perking up at the idea.

“You have a cat?” he asked, wondering how he missed it.

“No.”

“You want one?”

She scrunched up her face endearingly as she shook her head. “No, I can’t stand them.”

“Then why do you care if they allow cats?” he asked, fighting back a chuckle.

“I just like to keep my options open,” she said, shrugging.

As he followed her onto the elevator he wondered why he loved it when she drove him crazy.