A photographer with a secret blog and a pop star who's lack of a love life is ruining his career, team up to fulfill both of their wants. She gains popularity, stays out of prison, and also receives the not-so-bad byproduct: money; while he and his...
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"Thats a shame, what if you fall in love with me?" I joke as seriously as I can possibly manage, and he bursts like a lit firework with laughter.
"No-fucking-way." He laughs, his hand now over his mouth and muffling his ego-crushing and audible glee. "Not possible, Luna Maria. Not in this lifetime. Or the next." Glee and arrogance rolled off his tongue like they were soaked into each of his tastebuds.
I roll my eyes as his laughter dies down, but a dimpled smile remains.
"You're not funny, Julian." I side-eye him as I drag my luggage from my bed and onto the floor beside him.
"Let me tell you a joke then," his tone mellows out but a smile, that I can't pinpoint the meaning of, hovers on his lips, "have sex with me. Right now."
My eyes widen slightly at his bold words despite knowing full-well what kind of situation I'm in already. "I was right, you're not funny."
"I wasn't joking, Luna. Before you sign those papers—and your life away for three months—have sex with me one more time."
I would've said yes with almost no hesitation if the only memory I had of him was just of our night together, but it's not.
Still, "and what is that going to prove?" I want to feel him one more time while it's fully my choice. Not a job.
"Make sure it's worth it."
"What? You think it won't be?"
He scoffs lightly as his eyes lower, and his hands push the front of his jacket closed, "Of course it's worth it. Money and sex from a pop star, what's better than that?"
"There are plenty of things better than that," I throw him a quick smirk before I pull my shirt over my head and throw it beside me. "But yea, let's make sure I' not making the wrong choice, ya know? Who knows, maybe I'd like jail."
He wastes no time before his large hands are cupping my face—not even basking in my joke for a second. I can't fully blame him though as as soon as I felt his first breathy moan escape his lips, I have him pressed against the wall with the same intention to satiate this hunger for his body as quickly as possible.
He grunts and a smile creases his lips as he sucks at mine. "You're rough, Luna Maria."
I chuckle softly as I unbuckle his belt and slide his jeans from his body. "Don't get excited yet, we only just started."
And despite my joke being purely about his kiddish smile and brightened eyes, he is excited. My eyes widen as I stare down at his full hard-on pressed against the stretchy fabric of his boxers.
"Don't get excited yet, Luna Maria. We only just started." He mocks me with a small chuckle in the back of his throat.
I roll my eyes before I look up at him. He's funny but he's cocky—literally and figuratively. "What's there to be excited for? I've already had you, remember?" I whisper against his lips, his eyes lower as he stares at me. His chest softens as I create a space between his stiff stomach and the elastic band, my hand reaching not too far down before I'm met with his thick shaft.
