*LITTLE SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD

𝒌𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚

I just realized how much I miss Lee's mom. Like she's literally the freaking best thing ever, she gives off this warm energy that makes a person want to hang around her more. The last time I heard something about her, was in College. Lee gave some vague explanation and I never got to see her again. She's still so beautiful, inside out; the way she talks and smiles, everything is just so welcoming. I'm reminded of the days I wished she was my mom, I still do. The way she calls and checks up on Lee is so legendary, I'm mean yeah, I'm in my late twenties, but I still love having that parental attention and all. Something Claire Summers doesn't give a flying shit about.

"Alright, goodnight to you two, it's already past your bedtime," Lee's Mom looks behind to her clock and back to us.

"Mom, we're over eighteen!" Lee groans.

"You still need eight hours of sleep, you little boy,"

"And you need ten hours, so it's also past your bedtime," Lee smirks at his Mom.

"I miss this," I giggle. "You guys bantering like siblings, it's crazy," I laugh.

"Well, I miss you, and do not hesitate to hand him his ass if he does anything funny," She winks at me and I laugh.

"Of course, Mom," I say back and her eyes brighten.

"Scout's honor, Mom," Lee raises his hands in mock surrender.

"Alright, goodnight," She says as she turns off her facetime. Lee and I sit in a little silence.

"That was fun," I grin at him.

"You mean the part where Junior was shoving the screen or the part where my mom handed my ass to you on a platter?" He chuckles, humor in his voice as his grey eyes sparkle.

"I think I preferred the ass handing on a platter part," I say and he moves closer to me, our bodies touching, our legs almost entwined with each other.

"Of course you do," he stretches his arm around my neck and I lean closer into him.

I can feel the weight of his stare, the way he memorizes the features of my face, the way his free hand plays with the strands of my hair. He tucks a couple of strands behind my hair and then he chuckles.

"What?" My voice comes out as a whisper.

"I never imagined you going blonde," He smiles, his hand still playing with the strands.

"Yeah, me either, I just did it to piss my mom off and then I ended up loving it," I chuckle nervously.

"It's kinda hot," his hand moves to my bottom lip.

"It is?" My breath hitches.

"Yeah, yeah, so fucking hot," He plays with my bottom lip, his finger moving on it. I let my tongue out and it touches the tip of his finger. I proceed to lick it, and he swallows visibly.

I inch my face closer to his lips, and those lips tremble, and his eyes screw shut. He's rejecting me. He's rejecting me? Screw that. I sit on his thighs, my thighs wrapping around his, but he still doesn't touch me, neither does he open his eyes.

"Lee," I moan as my core caresses his crotch; and he wraps both his huge arms around me.

"Why don't you want to kiss me?"

"Don't wanna take advantage of you, Kimmie," He breathes and I shut my eyes, preparing myself for the next words about to leave my lips.

"What if I said I don't give a fuck?" I open my eyes when the words are out there; I open my eyes to see him staring at me.

His arms leave my body, and I sigh. I feel so many things at once; defeat, frustration, rejection.

"It's alright," I gulp, swallowing my stupid pride. "I'll just have to erase this……um….. awkward moment," I attempt to leave, but then his arms wrap around me again, putting me back in place, his hands leaving my body to hold my face. Those grey eyes search my eyes for something, I don't know what it is. I'm still debating, my heart thundering and my pulse racing, when the next thing happens.

His lips crash against mine in less than a second. I'm in shock, absolute fucking shock, but I go with it. He kisses me like a man starved, a man missing his lover, a man scared, a man absolutely terrified. I go with it. I grind my hips up and down on his body, until I feel his bulge rubbing against my core. I need it. I need him. I need. God, I fucking need.

He doesn't kiss me gently, no, he kisses me with every ounce of strength in him, with every drop of self control leaving him, and every question fading to absolute blackness. His hands leave my face to his jersey, he lifts it up, squeezing and rubbing my ass, his lips still on mine. He breaks the kiss, and just when I think this is over, he lifts me off of him, throwing me over his shoulder, and I know just where we're heading to.

The bed.

I land on my ass on the soft bed. And there he is, the Lee I know. I fell in love with, the man I'm still in love with. It takes him less than a second to get rid of his jersey and my little shorts. He comes down on me, spreading my thighs apart and lying in between them. He caresses my body, leaving a long trail of kisses from my lips down to my tits. His tongue latches onto my left nipple and I let out a loud moan. "Lee," I whisper, but he doesn't stop. Not that I want him too. He uses his other hand to tease my right nipple, as he sucks and nibbles on the left. My core clenches and I feel a ton of wetness. I want him. I can't deny it anymore.

His hazy grey eyes blink up at me and he asks, "You okay?" His voice comes out husky and wild. I nod in response and he proceeds to feast on my right nipple, just as he did the left. I'm squirming, moaning, gasping for more. He kisses my belly button, and he teases my waistline with his tongue. He comes up again, and as he plays with my lips, I reach for his dick.

He doesn't let me.

"Tonight's about you, baby," he looks into my eyes. I protest in moans and gasps and he kisses me even more. "I don't know if you've forgotten, but getting you off, gets me off," I no longer protest, because it doesn't feel like it's a topic up for debate. So I let him feast on my swollen and needy pussy.

He teases me at first, wet kisses on my inner thigh and around my clit. I fix my hands in his long hair as he does that. He teases my clit with his tongue and I cry out, my fingers pulling hard at his hair. And then I feel his entire fucking tongue on my pussy; in, out, around, is the rhythm. I pull his hair hard that it might cut, and I can already feel my orgasm building at my lower abdomen.

"Lee, I'm gonna……"

"Let go, princess," I lose track of the next words that leave my trembling lips. My orgasm hits me, swallowing me whole. So much that the only thing I can feel is the intense release and the feeling of Lee's tongue, licking and taking in all the wet dripping moisture.

Jesus.

He just recreated a moment we shared, and squeeze my eyes more to avoid the tears.

My eyes are still shut when I feel a slight kiss on my forehead. I open them and I grab him by his t-shirt. No, he shouldn't leave, I don't want him to fucking leave. No.

"Don't go, please don't go," I plea, my heart in my throat.

He doesn't leave, he comes into the bed behind me, and I lean into him with my back. I feel his hot breath on my neck and shoulder, and I lean more, completely aware of how naked I am and how needy I must look.

But the next words that leave his lips……

"This can't happen again, Kimmie," his voice comes out pained. "I mean it, even if I want to, I want you to stop me,"

And that breaks me.

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He's not here when I wake up. And honestly I haven't really been asleep since my orgasm. I know when he left. And honestly, a part of me wishes he just went to take a leak or to get something, but he didn't. He tiptoed to the door and he shut it quietly. My heart breaks as I touch the side of the bed where he laid last night. "This can't happen again." His words hit me like a troubled wind.

He sounded pained, and when he kissed me, I felt his pulse thundering underneath my touch. He wants me, he does. I saw a glimpse of that part of him when he threw me on the bed, and when he kissed and teased my nipples with his tongue. I know now that I'm not mistaken, that I'm not the only one feeling this way. And why does he think he's taking advantage of me? What happened? If anything, I'm a bad person, there's still something I have to tell him, but I'm willing to look past that and just kiss him. Why can't he do the same? What's so bad that he's even terrified to tell me? And why? I'm no saint. If anything, I feel as guilty as he feels.

I take a quick shower and I head outside. I swallow my distraught feelings and I knock at his room door. I hear nothing.

"Miss Summers?" The room attendant approaches me.

"Yes," I smile, retreating from Lee's room door.

"Mr. Ace left two hours ago, and I came back to take you," The man says and I gulp.

He left what? Two hours ago? That's six fucking o'clock.

"He didn't want to wake you, ma'am,"

Did I just say that out loud?

"Gosh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, um…. let's go," I tell him and he nods, and we walk towards the car.

My legs and hands are shaking simultaneously. How I'm I even going to look at him after last night? When all I remember is his head in between my thighs and his dramatic ghosting this morning.

My phone is greeted with messages, one of them is Neil's. A detailed description and direction to where we're filming today. I give the directions to the driver and he nods. In a matter of minutes, we arrive.

I apologize to him once again for my outburst and he just smiles, telling me not to worry about it, and then I make my way towards the house.

I meet Deena at the door.

"Hi Kim, you're um, a bit late," she smiles.

"Yeah, I needed to sleep well to be able to work,"

"Well, Ace and I have been here all morning, you know, cleaning and helping with the props and stuff," she grins and I look away. "You should try to come early, it's kinda fun," she smiles.

"We're best friends in this thing right?" I raise a brow at her and she nods. "Good," I smile as I walk away from her. I think to myself and I turn around.

"Hey Deena?" I call and she turns to me.

"Yeah?"

"Try not to get too familiar with Ace," I tell her. "He belongs to someone else," I say and I walk away, denying her the chance to respond.

Lee is shooting a scene with Carl when I arrive. Carl, who is Ivory's current lover, or should I say, he's just interested in her, according to the script. Lee's eyes meet mine and I loom away. Neil approaches me.

"Lee said you got a fever or something," he folds his arms. "How are you feeling?"

Huh? Fever? This just keeps getting interesting.

"I'm alright, it was probably just a headache or something," I answer as we both watch Carl and Lee.

"It's been crazy watching him adjust to the acting process," Neil says. "And I just really love working with him, he's eager to learn and he's a great listener," Neil pauses before whispering, "Think we can convince him to stay in Hollywood instead of going back to hockey?"

"Naa, hockey is his life, he's never leaving that," I chuckle.

"We're filming the first time Brandon kisses Ivory in the next hour, and you've finished your script so I'm sure you know what happens," he says and my throat bobs.

"Oh really?" I feign a huge smile.

"Yeah, I messaged you," he says, his hands getting busy with his phone.

"You did?" I mumble, checking my phone only to see the message. "Oh yeah, you did," I laugh nervously.

"Feel free to talk if you feel uncomfortable or anything, and feel free to communicate with Ace, there's no pressure of course," he says and I nod.

"Of course there's no pressure," I hear myself say. "It's just a kiss," I say and Neil chuckles. "Is he aware?"

"Yeah, I messaged him too," he says as he walks to the scene, behind the cameras.

Lee's eyes lock with mine again.

It's just a kiss.

Right?

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Thank you for 70K!!!!

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