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I used my toes to grab at the material of his pants, pulling them down high muscular thighs to reveal that he wasn't wearing any boxers beneath them. His cock released from the material, and he immediately started painting my slit with it.

"All I ever wanted was you, Zoey," he whispered against my ear as he lined himself up at my entrance. A tear fell down my cheek as I heard those words. To know that someone had desired you for your entire life was a heady feeling. I felt connected to him, even before he was joined with me, just from hearing those words leave his lips.

I wanted to pull him into me further.

I wanted to be surrounded by him.

To let him finally have what he wanted.

Me.

“For all those years," he said as he slowly started pushing himself into me, "it was always just you," he said before he was finally seated fully inside of me.

"I've just been here," I said between breaths as he rocked in and out of me. "Waiting for you to come back." As I said it, I knew that it was true. It was as if something in my life had been missing all this time, and I hadn’t been able to figure out what it was.

Now I knew the truth.

It had always been him.

My career, the wealth, the fame? All of that paled in comparison to just a simple glance or smile from Axe.

"I'm here now," he said as his movements intensified. I could feel the pressure building low in my body, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I came undone.

"I hope you stay," I breathed out.

We didn't say anything else for the rest of the encounter. He moved me from the wall down to the floor where he sat back and watched me ride him until I came. It wasn't long after that that I was drinking his release down, thoughts of his job and the phone conversations no longer on my mind.

fifteen

ZOEY

"Hey, you gonna be okay today?" Axe asked me as he leaned down to kiss me. I was staring up at him from the crisp white sheets. He looked even more stunning than usual in a dark black suit, his hair combed back and to the side, his Audemars Piguet watch gleaming in the low light of the morning.

"Yeah, I think I can manage one day on my own," I said with a giggle.

"Don't get into too much trouble while I'm gone. I should be back in time for dinner," he said lightheartedly. He leaned down close. "But what I'm really looking forward to is the dessert."

I blushed and turned away from him, not able to hide my embarrassment. He hummed a bit, before saying, "So cute."

With those words, he left the bedroom. I heard the front door to the house close and a car pull away from the driveway.

I stretched my arms over my head and yawned. I thought about going back to sleep but decided against it. I had an entire mansion to myself and I wanted to explore it, enjoy the pool and the hot tub, and just relax for once in my life.

I turned over in bed to look at my phone. It was just after eight. I'd been so exhausted lately. The filming schedule had been really grueling, more so than I'd anticipated.

"Losing Her" wasn't a low-budget show. It wasn't something that had a lot of special effects or anything like that. It was a thriller that had distinct "Gaslight" by Alfred Hitchcock vibes. A woman who married a man who was only after her inheritance, but with several twists and turns along the way.

Even without all the special effects and elaborate costumes of a period piece, there were still read-throughs of the script before filming and practice runs while in wardrobe. Days usually started at eight for read-throughs, followed by hair and makeup and actual filming. Most days I was there for almost 12 hours.

I smiled, snuggling into the amazingly cozy bed a little bit more, enjoying the moments of quiet and stillness around me. I knew that pretty soon I would be back to that crazy schedule, so I wanted to enjoy the time off that Axe had somehow managed to get for me.

As if the universe knew what I wanted and delighted in denying it to me, my phone started buzzing off the hook. I groaned and turned over to grab it. Message after message was coming in from Miranda. Before I even had time to open and read them, she was calling my phone.

"What on Earth is going on?" I asked her, immediately worried that she was in trouble.

"Where are you?" she hissed.

I furrowed my brow, confused at her words. "What do you mean?"