Breaking Hollywood [CAMREN]

Chapter 16

Camila

Speedy's been living here for two weeks now, and I can honestly say, it's the most fun I've had in ages.

She's crazy but in a totally great way. She never stops talking, but now, instead of finding it annoying, I like it. Hearing her ramble on is soothing in an odd kind of way.

I've never met a woman like her before. She's totally comfortable with who she is. She doesn't care that she talks too much. Or that she's quirky. She's not constantly worrying about how she looks or fixing her hair and makeup all the time.

She's sweet and kind, and the way she loves that goat...I swear, that thing is lucky as fuck.

And the goat's even growing on me. I'm not sure what's happening to me, but I think I'm going soft.

Not that I'd ever admit that to Speedy—or the goat.

I like having them here, which isn't something I thought I would ever say about anyone—ever.

I spend nearly every minute of the day with Speedy, and I never get bored of her company. Not once.

I can't even spend this much time around Harry without wanting to strangle him.

I've always been the kind of girl who needs her own space, but with her...I don't want to be away from her for longer than necessary.

And the urge to sink my cock deep into her body is stronger than ever. The more I get to know her, the more I want her.

I swear, it's taking a lion's strength not to grab her and kiss the hell out of her.

It's all I think about. Kissing her, tasting her, licking every inch of her skin, watching her come apart in my arms.

In my head, I've fucked her in a hundred different ways on every surface of my apartment.

If only I could fuck her for real.

But she's my employee. And I just can't do it.

Aside from feeding me amazing food—I swear, I'm going to have to hit the gym so hard when this boot comes off—and taking care of me—helping me out of the bath—she's been running lines with me every day.

But I keep avoiding the sex scene in the script. Because, honestly, I don't know if I'll be able to distinguish fact from fiction if we do read that scene together. And I've never had that problem before, but with her...it'll be a problem. Thank God my PA, Donna, is back from vacation, which means I can get her to run those lines with me when I need her to.

I'm so pent-up with wanting Speedy. I know, if I get anywhere close to acting out a sex scene with her, even with words, I'll blow like a fucking pressure cooker.

And I don't like feeling out of control. The way she makes me feel, it's confusing and not something I'm used to.

I'm always in control. Even in the past, when people might have thought I wasn't, I was.

I've never jerked off as much as I have been with Speedy living under my roof. First thing in the morning. Then, another around lunchtime after watching her sexy ass strut around the apartment all morning. Then, once more right when I'm lying in bed, thinking about her sleeping just down the hall.

And, if it's a day when she's been in the pool...well, I have to add an extra jerk in because those tits in a bikini...holy fuck. I've never seen anything like them. It's like they have a life of their own, and their sole purpose is to taunt me.

The instant I see her in her bikini, water dripping from her skin and those perky tits with the nipples saluting me from the confines of the fabric, my cock stands to full attention, raring to go.