Total pages in book: 244
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
I tense, worry flashing through me. “Okay?”
His soft lips return to my neck, coasting near my ear. “You were also really good in Our Secret Courtship.”
I flinch. “What? You watched the show?”
He pulls back, looking a little sheepish. “I watched every episode. The ones you were in, I watched maybe five times.”
Who’s the sun now? I’m hot everywhere. “You really did?”
He nods. “I kept hoping there’d be a scene with you and that stable guy. But then, I also didn’t want to see a scene with you and the stable guy, if you get my meaning.”
“Oh, I definitely get it. I was terrified to read your first gay romance. Terrified but secretly turned on.”
“So you really read my books?” He sounds shocked, maybe a little awed. Which is odd since I just quoted him back to him.
But then, this fits the TJ I knew. The TJ who had to leave the flat when I read his chapters. He’s never quite believed in himself. “Most of them. Not the most recent one.”
“Good. Don’t read Top-Notch Boyfriend,” he says quickly, like he needs to cut that notion off at the knees.
“I won’t,” I say, since I can’t stand the thought of reading something that chicken peddler inspired. “But I loved Happy Trail. I wish I could play a rancher getting it on with his rival. Holy fuck, those scenes at the lake were scorching.”
“I seriously can’t believe you read that book. Or any. I just . . . can’t.”
“Why are you so surprised? I just recited lines from your books. Did you think I just found them on the Internet this morning to call you out?”
He shrugs, like he can’t quite believe it. “Kind of?”
“You really thought I googled them?”
He holds up a thumb and forefinger.
“You’re ridiculous. You watched my shows. Why wouldn’t I read your books?”
He looks away, and I know he’s weighing his words, deciding what order to put them in. He returns his gaze to me. “I just didn’t let myself think you had. That’s all.”
I lean across the bed, grab his face. “Like I said, the lake scene was totally fucking hot. When Clint gave Nick his first taste of cock, I had to leave the park where I was reading so I didn’t wank off in public. But first, I had to wait for my dick to deflate.”
TJ cracks up. “That’s how I felt when I thought of you and the stable guy.”
“Want me to let you in on a little secret now?”
“Hell yes.”
I lean closer, whisper near his cheek, “I wanted that for my Our Secret Courtship character too. I always imagined Victor was bisexual.”
TJ’s eyes sparkle as he pumps a fist. “I knew it! I could tell he liked dick. But I still liked your secret romance with the countess too. You two liked to get it on. In the drawing room, in the parlor.”
“In the library, in the gardens,” I add, thrilled that he remembers the details of my character’s trysts. But I hope he doesn’t ask what happened to me next after my character was written off. I don’t want to lie about those two years that followed, but I will. I absolutely will.
“Don’t forget on the piano,” TJ adds, kissing my neck.
A dart of pleasure radiates in my chest, spreads through my body. “You saw that scene too? That was like eight seconds long, and at the end of my last season.”
His full lips coast along my neck, on a journey toward my ear. “More than five times, Jude. I watched it over and over. It reminded me of the robot and the scientist.”
I sigh, greedily taking more of his kisses, lapping up his attention. Most of all, the admission that he didn’t forget me over the years. That he didn’t simply say a few weeks ago Oh cool, glad that guy reached out so I can fly across the country for a good fuck. Instead, he followed me as I did him. He didn’t lose track of me. He stayed close and connected in the only way he could.
Like I did for him.
TJ sucks on my earlobe. “But I was pissed when your character disappeared. When that other guy took over.”
You have no idea how pissed I was.
But I don’t want to go there, so I try to stay calm as I say, “All good things come to an end.”
He pulls back, his dark eyes glimmering. “Do they though?”
We aren’t talking about our work anymore. The episode review is over. The book report is through.
“They can come to other ends,” I say in a low and husky voice.
His hand travels down my body, on a fast track for my cock. “Jude, come in my mouth.”
Fuck talking.
“Make me come,” I tell TJ, since he loves orders.
Seconds later, he’s between my legs, his mouth worshipping my dick, his hands squeezing my ass. It doesn’t take long till I’m moaning, groaning, spreading my thighs. Then begging him. “Put your fingers in me.”