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  “I’ll show you the rest of the floor plan. Then we’ll get to the better half of the house.”

  Donovan took her through a sitting room, formal dining room, broom closets, fully decked-out basement, and three guest rooms upstairs. Once he shut the door of the third guest room, he said, “Ready for the secret stuff?”

  “Obviously.”

  He led her down the hallway, passing the large, opulent staircase that twisted from the first to the second floor. A set of double doors waited at the end of the hall.

  “This is the master bedroom,” he said, pushing the walnut doors open. “I’ll stay in a different room for filming. I just can’t have my sanctuary invaded.”

  Just as she was about to ask why, he led her inside. The room itself was bigger than most studio apartments. They stepped into a sitting room of sorts, with dark, flat screens lining the wall. Clothes were draped over chairs; the dress shoes he’d worn earlier that day lay haphazardly by the doors. A small cabinet of gaming controllers hung open. There had to be at least ten in there. Expensive-looking speakers lined the televisions, and very puffy, swank gaming chairs looked toward the dark televisions.

  “Wow.” She pocketed the notebook. This was off the record, for all intents and purposes. “Let me guess. As a gamer guy, you sleep inside one of these TVs?”

  A bright laugh escaped him. “You’re good. I can already tell we’ll have fun.” Something hot zipped through her, and she followed him through a curtain made of silky strips hanging from a doorframe.

  “I’d probably sleep inside one of my games if I could,” he admitted. “But this is my real room.”

  A dark zen oasis greeted her, everything in blacks and deep, swimming grays and creamy silver. This part, at least, was immaculate. Not even a dresser graced the inner sanctuary. It was monkish, but in a rich way.

  “Wow.” She clicked her tongue. “This feels kinda sacred. Should I take my shoes off? Or maybe leave an offering of some sort?”

  His gaze darkened. “All who enter are required to leave blood behind.” Panic spread, but he cracked a grin a second later. “Come on, I’m not that crazy. But that’s sort of a good idea for this project I’m working on…” Donovan swished back through the curtain, and she followed, watching as he grabbed a notebook and jotted something down. “Okay. Moving along.”

  There was one more room of note that the camera crew would not be allowed to enter, and it sprawled more like an art gallery than a room, tucked into the third floor of the house. Shiny wood floors stretched from one end to the other, massive rugs of varying colors and styles throughout.

  And on the walls, nearly every square inch was covered by enormous flat-screen TVs.

  “Holy crap,” Melissa said, trying but failing to count how many televisions were in here. Not to mention how much all of this must have cost.

  “My game room,” he said with a sexy smirk. He gestured to one of the low couches in the center. At least ten couches and even more overstuffed gaming chairs filled the center of the room, facing outward toward the corresponding screens. “It’s kind of epic. And exactly what I always wanted as a kid.”

  “I bet there are some raging gamer parties in here.” She jerked her head toward the bar at the far end of the room. “You probably hire bartenders, too, huh?”

  “Less than you’d think. When we game up here, it’s serious stuff.” About what she expected from the CEO of a gaming behemoth. He relaxed into the couch, a contented sigh escaping him. His long frame was damn near perfect. Expensive sneakers topped off his casual gym look. Which reminded her…

  “So no exercise room?”

  “Actually, yes.” He snapped his fingers. “Forgot about that. I have a…well…out building, I guess. But it’s a workout room. Sort of a detached garage. Also a party room in there. For the nights when my guests need to keep going but I need a good night’s sleep.”

  “This is sounding more and more like a winning show,” she cracked, tugging out her notebook again. And it was true. This guy’s lifestyle, his house, his wealth, his reach—it almost made her job too easy. “As long as you provide the drama and plenty of sexy high jinks, I think this show will rocket to the top.”

  “Sexy high jinks.” He sent her a devilish smile. “That’s my middle name.”

  Heat flooded her. Add on that he was more than willing to ham it up for the cameras, in any way possible. They might as well give her the executive producer title now.

  Donovan herded her back down to the kitchen. “It’s time to eat. I pounded it out at the gym today, so I need the cals.”

  A laugh burst out of her. “Need the cals?”

  “Calories, Melly. Can I call you Melly now?” He strode through the kitchen, chest puffed out, the king of his own empire. And man, was she a pauper in his wake. “You know. Don’t you work out? I can put you on my app if you want to go head to head.”

  Her head was spinning. She thought she’d seen every type during her career in California. But here it was—the cream of the crop. The underwear model–grade, sexy gaming nerd turned reality TV star.

  “I work out,” she said, hopping onto a stool at the enormous island. Donovan pulled some foil pans out of the oven and got to work laying out the spread. The scent of curry wafted toward her. “I just do it old-school style. You know, like, by myself, locked in my living room.”

  Donovan tutted. “You gotta get on the Fitz Gaming train.”

  Heat crept up into her cheeks. Was everything he said suggestive? Pounding it out at the gym…getting on his train…or maybe she just wanted things to enter that realm.

  “I don’t know if I could compete at your level.” She drank him in from head to toe, not afraid to do so now that the conversation had moved there. “You’re made of steel.”

  Donovan smirked. Her comment clearly pleased him, but he didn’t say anything else. He revealed a big dish of what looked like rice and a sort of stew, then headed to a wine rack on the wall.

  “Red or white?” he asked.

  “Red,” she said without even thinking, leaning in to get a whiff of the food. “What is this?”

  “Dinner.” He made quick work of the cork, and it made a loud pop. “Duh.”

  She bit back a laugh. She’d known this guy for less than twelve hours, and already he felt like a friend. Good thing, too. That would make the next six months of filming painless. Or as close as she could get to it.

  “It’s a fusion stew with jasmine rice,” he said, peering at the food like even he wasn’t sure. “Ethiopian something something curry. It’s vegan. It’s my favorite dish at this little hole in the wall nearby.”

  “It’s your favorite and you don’t even know what it’s called?”

  He shrugged, plopping onto the stool. “They know what I want when I come in, so I don’t really have to order it.”

  Melissa snickered, and the two of them loaded their plates up. Donovan poured generous glasses of wine, which turned into a second generous glass of wine once they’d finished their food. Sated and silly, the two of them chatted until the bottle ran out. Donovan stood to grab another.

  “Is this how most of your business dinners end?” she asked, not wanting to stop him. This whole evening was the stuff of fantasies. If this was #producerlife, then she was more than up to the task. She watched as he seamlessly poured their third glass of wine. This had to be the last one. As it was, she couldn’t drive home.

  But maybe that was the point.

  Maybe she should stay the night. Maybe he wanted her to.

  The thought thrilled through her, both scandalous and natural. Sure, she’d only met this guy earlier that afternoon at the pitch meeting, but hell, after seeing his master bedroom and secret gaming room, they were practically dating. Or something. She took another sip of wine.

  “This has been a very productive business dinner,” she said, flashing her best approximation of a sexy grin. “I do think it’s going to be a great show. I’m just worried about one thing.”
r />   “Oh yeah?” His cheek twitched. “And what’s that?”

  “How you’re going to seduce these women.” Melissa bit her upper lip, shaking her head. She knew enough about reality television. It wasn’t as simple as showing up and following a loose outline.

  “You doubt me?”

  She shrugged. “I’ve been in the business long enough to see what can happen. You’re likeable. But likeability doesn’t always translate to popularity.” She paused, dragging a finger around the stem of her glass. “It’s really about how seductive you can be.”

  His eyes narrowed, a smile toying with the edge of his lips. “How about I show you then?”

  The rational side of her hadn’t thought he’d actually take the bait. Did she really want to go through with it and sleep with the new starring cast member?

  Yes.

  Donovan came over to her side of the island, his blue gaze electrified as it raked up and down her body. His fingertips trailed up the side of her arm. And then he gripped her by the wrist.

  Oh, yes. She wanted to sleep with him immediately.

  “Are you seduced yet?” he asked, stepping closer, his other hand finding the curve of her neck. She could barely nod, much less get herself to uncoil in his presence. He made her rigid and expectant, every cell in her body waiting for what came next. Too scared to move and interrupt this.

  “Not quite,” she cracked.

  He grabbed her chin between thumb and forefinger, tilting her head back. He was inches away now. So close she could see the small lines by his eyes. The barely visible scar above an eyebrow.

  “Understandable.” Donovan lowered his face closer to hers, their lips just a breath away. “I haven’t even kissed you yet.”

  Melissa grabbed his wrist. “Better get to it, then.”

  Donovan smiled and surged forward, capturing her lips in a long, hungry kiss. And then all bets were off. The first kiss bled into a ravenous second and third. Donovan’s hands found her hips; Melissa gripped his bicep, cementing herself to his warm, grounding frame.

  The wine buzz collided with her simmering attraction for this man. It had been too long since she’d scratched this itch. Her life had been pure work since she decided she wanted to really make a go of it in the television production world.

  “Let’s go somewhere more comfortable,” he said suddenly, hoisting her up. She collapsed around him, clinging to his bulky man body as he carried her effortlessly through the kitchen and into the living room. “Somewhere I can have my way with you.”

  She giggled, loving the naughtiness, the wrongness of this. They were about to embark on a six-month work project together. Hooking up on the first day was the worst choice ever.

  Or maybe this was how all the executive producers did it. Maybe this would bring her even closer to her promotion.

  “Sounds like a good way to kick off the new show,” she said, nibbling on his ear lobe. Every square inch of him beneath her was rock solid and on fire. Her pussy practically buzzed with anticipation. “Need to get it in before you get married off.”

  He grunted, tossing her onto the black leather couch. “If I make you come will you promise to pick good contestants?”

  She gasped as he tugged at her skinny jeans, pulling them down over her hips. “We could work out a deal.”

  “What if I make you come twice?” He pulled the jeans over her feet.

  “I’ll make sure your future wife is the best ever.”

  “And if I make you come three times?” An evil glint made heat pool in her core. He tugged at her panties, revealing the tightly trimmed patch of hair between her legs.

  “I’ll marry you myself,” she blurted, meaning it as a joke, but realizing too late that it was just wrong.

  He chuckled as he pushed down his workout shorts, revealing a tempting bulge in his briefs that made her mouth part.

  He wet his bottom lip, those crystalline blue eyes stealing the breath from her lungs. “So, you’re the best there is, huh?”

  3

  All thoughts disappeared once Donovan excused himself to find a condom from the downstairs bathroom. In the silence of the living room, shit got real.

  Half-naked and sprawled out on the nicest leather couch she’d ever touched in her entire life, doubts crept in. But desire overruled.

  Donovan returned and tore his shirt off, revealing washboard and all, which effectively erased any remaining doubt. She was just about to make a joke about how he expected to make her come three times without any foreplay, when the guy knelt between her legs and pushed aside the crotch of her panties.

  His soft lips kissed a trail up the inside of her thigh. Her entire body tensed, anticipating what came next. And then his warm mouth found her clit, enveloping it fully before his tongue started a slow, thorough dance. She melted back onto the couch, a low moan escaping her.

  Donovan had the skills to match his swagger. That much was certain. Although she couldn’t be sure how much of her rapid climb to climax was due to it simply having been too long. Either way, he had her coiled tight and ready to spring. When he pushed his middle finger into her, her pussy contracted with an orgasm. She clamped a hand over her mouth, struggling to catch her breath.

  He glanced up at her. “Round one already. That was fast.”

  She sighed heavily, bucking her hips. “Keep going.”

  Donovan pumped his fingers in and out of her slowly, almost too slowly, as his mouth returned to the tight, needy nub between her legs. She groaned, collapsing backward once more. She never wanted to move from this spot.

  When he pushed a third finger into her, he stilled, looking up at her.

  “You have the sexiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

  The compliment made her freeze. “Uh…thanks?”

  He wet his bottom lip, tilting his head to get a better look while his fingers were buried deep inside her. “I don’t want to hurt you. Gotta make sure you’re ready.”

  His words made more sense a moment later when he pulled his fingers out of her and shucked his briefs. His cock stood at attention, bigger and fatter than she’d expected. Her mouth parted as he rolled the condom over the tip. The package he’d discarded said XL.

  “Go easy on me, then,” she whispered, her core tightening. Maybe three orgasms weren’t out of the question. She was usually lucky if she got one. But Donovan promised to be different.

  A wicked grin covered his face. “I’ll do my best.”

  Donovan tugged her over the edge of the couch, supporting her ass cheeks in the palms of his hands as he surged forward. His cockhead grazed the slippery folds of her pussy. She watched in awe, still in partial disbelief that this was even happening. Donovan checked the boxes for hottest guy, richest guy, and maybe best hookup of her life. She’d know for sure in a few minutes, but already this was promising.

  What if she needed more after this?

  Her thoughts dissolved into ecstatic nothingness once he eased himself inside. He’d primed her well enough that he could push in without much resistance, but he still stretched her. Donovan was a big boy—no wonder he needed to make sure she was ready to receive him.

  Donovan grunted, his grip on her ass tightening. He eased himself inside until there was no more room to be found. His eyes fluttered shut. And then he rocked himself in a slow circle, finding just a little bit more depth.

  Melissa’s head lolled back, a moan ripping out of her. “Fuuuck.”

  Donovan laughed, but the chuckle faded quickly. He eased himself out of her and then back in. Each flinch and flex of his body sent a warm wave of pleasure through her. Being filled by him was the closest thing to spiritual ecstasy she’d ever experienced. Her chest heaved, though she wasn’t even moving. And fuck if she wasn’t close to coming a second time.

  “Donovan—” she began. What was there to say? He felt too good?

  “Yes, Melly?”

  She laughed, swatting at him for the nickname, but missed his shoulder entirely. “I’m close.”
r />   “Again.” That same self-congratulating smile. But this time, she couldn’t even blame him. He surged forward, making her breasts jiggle as he claimed every last millimeter of space inside her. A ragged moan escaped her lips.

  “This was a better bargain than I anticipated,” he murmured into her clavicle, lips drifting down over a shoulder. He stilled against her, buried balls deep, as one of his hands wandered between her legs. His thumb found her clit and he pinched it, over and over again, as he drew his cock out of her.

  She took a shaky breath, trying to calm the prickling warning signs inside her. But it was hopeless. When he slammed back into her, her pussy tightened and quaked around his cock. She dug her nails into the ridge of his shoulder and cried out.

  Donovan scooped her up into his arms then sat back on his heels. She used the couch behind her as leverage, hardly able to prop herself up.

  “Oh, lord,” she moaned.

  “Let’s not bring God into this,” he murmured, hand sliding up the curve of her waist, cupping her left breast. “This is just between you and me.”

  Donovan bumped and rocked and rolled beneath her, a rhythm that held her hostage. Each time he drilled up into her she went weak and dreamy. He seemed determined to extract every ounce of pleasure from her. Making up for all those months—and sometimes years—she’d gone without sexual satisfaction, without his even realizing her need.

  And if waiting this long meant this was her pay off? Then she hadn’t waited in vain.

  Donovan held her steady by the hips as he drilled up into her. Sweat beaded on his brow, his bright gaze snagging her like spider web snagging a gnat. This was the end of her. And she didn’t even care.

  He thrust faster, tiny grunts escaping him as he fucked her. “Melly. I’m almost there.”

  She found the hollow of his neck, taking a small bite. He inhaled sharply and drilled up into her again.

  “Therrrre,” he started, and then his voice gave way to a guttural groan and he went rock hard and still beneath her, abs tightening into the stuff of pinup legend.