The Price of Fame by Hazel Gower Read Free Book Online Page B

my woman. The only one for me.”
    She closed her eyes at the intensity of his words and stare, feeling terrified. She tried to stop her racing heart and her body from shaking. She thought of their short time together and slowly opened her eyes. “Yes, I’ll miss you, and you are my only.”
    The smile that spread over his face was breathtaking, and he moved his hand to her waist as he thrust back home. Moaning when the sensations came crashing back, igniting the fire and building her passion up again until she was ready to explode into an orgasm again.
    “I’m going to miss you, my omorphoula . How will I sleep without you holding me? What will I do without all my morning exercise?”
    She gave a huff and whispered, “Think of all the extra energy you’ll have.”
    He bit her shoulder, and she gripped onto him, digging her nails in as the fire they’d built exploded, and she felt her pussy quiver.
    “Markus, oh Maarrkus.” She screamed as he slammed into her pussy one final time.
    He murmured Greek against her skin as she felt his warm cum splash into her. They stayed that way for a few moments, leaning against the wall, trying to catch their breaths.
    “I love the way you make me feel,” she whispered.
    He kissed her forehead and unwrapped her legs from around his waist. “Come on. Let’s get dressed and go get your dog before I decide we should spend the day in bed.”
    * * * *
    Their last day had been wonderful. They’d played at the beach for the rest of the morning, taking silly photos of each other and getting people who passed by to take shots. Kylie was happy she would have some more photos of the two of them together. She’d been working on a painting of him, a couple actually, and a lot of the pictures would be perfect for her work.
    She was going to keep herself busy, hoping that it would stop her thinking about Markus too much. Because, already, she missed him.
    It was now Thursday night, which left only four more nights of sleeping alone until Tuesday afternoon when she would go pick him up from the airport. Sitting on her sofa, she tried to watch the movie she’d put on to relax, but her mind was full of ideas. Giving up, she went to her art room, turning on all the lights, and let her muse take her.
    * * * *
    “You should really answer your phone or your door.”
    She jumped, screaming as James came up beside her.
    “What have I told you about coming into my painting room?”
    He stared, with his mouth agape, around her room. “Holy shit, Kylie, you do know what day it is?”
    Kylie bit her lip as she counted back her days.
    Jamie sighed and shook his head. “It’s Saturday afternoon. I’m here to take you to dinner before our dance class.” He pulled her to him. “You’re covered in paint.” James brushed hair off her face and rubbed her nose. “When was the last time you ate?”
    She tried to remember. “I went to the bathroom. Fed Buddha, let him in, grabbed some chips and a bottle of water. I think earlier this morning.”
    He pulled her slowly away from her room. “Come on. Let’s get you showered, and then we can go eat. Lucky I came early so we could have some time together.”
    She nodded as he walked her to the bathroom and turned the shower taps on.
    “Shower. I’ll wait for you.”
    As soon as the water hit her, she started to wake and come together. She had been on a roll. The inspiration bug had hit her, and she couldn’t stop painting. Getting out of the shower, she turned it off, wrapped a towel around her, and walked into her room. After drying, Kylie dressed and met James in her living room, where he was talking to Buddha.
    “How much longer do you reckon she’s going to be? I think she’ll take a while. She was covered in paint. What do you think she’d do to me if I went in and made sure she gets it all?”
    “I would probably kill you.”
    He turned to her, holding his chest as though she’d startled him.
    “Come on, James, I’m starving. Let’s