Porn Star by Laurelin Paige, Sierra Simone Read Free Book Online Page A

laughs again.
    “Ptolemy named it.”
    I give her a blank look.  I got pretty good grades in school, but it’s been more than ten years since graduation, and anything not intimately related to film or the kind of math I need to run my business has been filtered out of my brain.
    “Ptolemy was a Greek astronomer,” she explains, giving me an amused glance.  “He named it after a famous queen in Greek mythology.  She was so beautiful and vain and boastful that she brought the wrath of Poseidon down on her kingdom.”
    Beautiful, vain, boastful.  My mind swerves back to Raven, possibly still in this very house, possibly still being screwed with that evil smile on her face.  Where is Poseidon when you need him?
    No.  
    No, I won’t let Raven crowd into my happy, drunk moment with Devi and the scotch.  I speak as much to drive away thoughts of my ex as to comment on Devi’s astronomy knowledge.  “You know a lot about this shit,” I tell her, turning my eyes back to her face completely.
    And now she really blushes.  “I really like astronomy.  Stars and galaxies and stuff.  It makes life feel so... big ...you know?”
    The thing is, I do know.  That big feeling, I mean.  I get it every time I watch an amazing film, every time I imagine my own films with just the right setting and just the right cinematography and just the right score.
    “I’ve never met a performer who’s told me anything like that,” I say.  And it’s true.  Not once have I been around another adult film star and had them confess a purely impractical fascination.  A call toward something that makes them feel like life is magical.
    She blinks, and the way her long, thick eyelashes brush against her wet cheeks is arresting.  “Really?”
    “Really.  Devi Dare, I do believe you are my first.”
    “I don’t think any guy has ever said that to me before,” she teases, as I take a step closer to her.  I’m not sure why I do it; we’re already so close.  But the water is so pretty and clear, and the world is so soft from the scotch, and all I want on this earth right now is to count the water drops on her eyelashes.
    Devi moves a little and her shirt pulls almost completely open, exposing those sweet breasts and even sweeter nipples.  I’m suddenly very grateful for the pool, which hides my aching erection.  It does not, however, hide the way I’m now staring at her tits, nor the way I bite my lip to keep from leaning forward and sucking one perfect tip into my mouth.
    Her lips part, and she doesn’t bother pulling her shirt closed.  We are so close now, and I feel her bare toes brush against the front of my shoes.  Her eyes are pure amber, liquid gold and warm, and they search mine now.  Something has shifted with my step closer, and I feel like I’m going to combust, a pillar of flame in the middle of this sparkling pool.
    I want to kiss her.
    I want it like I’ve wanted nothing else in my life.
    See, here’s the problem.  I know how soft and wet her tongue is, how warm and plush her lips feel, and I can recall every breathy pant she gave me when we kissed on set all those years ago.  I know precisely how delicious and rewarding kissing her will be.  And now her face is tilted completely towards mine, and her expression is open and inviting, and her hands slide up my chest, fisting in my soaking wet T-shirt. I let the corked, mostly empty scotch bottle bob away from us in the water.
    “Logan,” she whispers, eyes still searching, fingers clenched tight in my shirt.
    Kiss her, you asshole! What are you waiting for?
    But everything is smashed together inside of me—my anger at Raven, my determination to move on, my desire for Devi, Vida’s offer—all of it is tangled and twisting, and I can’t get my thoughts straight, I can’t peel apart where my urge for revenge against Raven ends and my need to kiss Devi begins.  Business is mixing with pleasure, pleasure is mingling with pain, and for just an instant, I