FAMED by Magan Vernon
Imperfect Love Kindle Worlds
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On the heels of Mary James leaked sex tape - totally a fake one to make her boyfriend jealous she might add- she needs some PR help if she ever wants her acting career to end up in a fiery hell like her love life.
Chris Garcia has been working his way up from mail room clerk to junior associate at Tate & Cane and now to get to the next rung of the corporate ladder he has to take on the firm's toughest client: Mary James.
With a little help from a nosey Aunt Rosita and Mama Garcia, the two decide the best way to move forward is simple: a fake relationship.
But what happens when something fake gets to be too real and FAME gets involved?
She leaned forward, her warm breath a whisper on my lips. “Thank you for showing me that there’s more to life than the city. Or to do things just for PR stunts.”
Before I could respond, she crushed her lips to mine, her hands going to my shoulders and pulling me closer to her, so I almost fell on top of her onto the plush leather seats.
“Hey! No sex back there. You’ll ruin the leather!” Lance yelled, causing a giggle to escape her sweet lips as she broke our kiss, pressing her forehead to mine.
“Want me to move?” I asked, staring into her bright blue eyes, shimmering in the light from the street lamps.
“Only if you’re moving closer,” she whispered before sealing my lips with hers again.
Being with her, and feeling that hot little body against mine could make me forget that this was just for business. That we were just supposed to be a publicist and client.
And the way her soft little moans escaped her lips and her hands roamed over my back; it made me forget all about work and just think about the feel of her soft skin. How much more of it I wanted to see.
Before I could even have more lustful thoughts, Lance took a sharp turn, causing both of us to go flying in the other direction.
“Lance!” Mary hissed, sitting up as I went back to my seat, adjusting the very large bulge in my pants that was now straining.
“Sorry. Something in the road,” Lance said with a smile, glancing at Brian out of the corner of his eye.
“I guess they aren’t on team LoChri,” I said, taking Mary’s hand on her lap and intertwining our fingers.
“LoChri? Not exactly the best ship name,” she quipped.
“Lourdes and Christiano. LoChri.” I traced her knuckles with my thumb.
“If it’s going to be a ship name in the media we should probably use Mary and Chris. Or even James and Garcia. But that almost sounds like some sort of Badass cop duo or something,” Mary said, lowering her voice. “James and Garcia, here to see about a robbery.”
“I think LoChri sounds good. Sexy even,” I said, slowly running my thumb for her knuckles, down to the soft flesh of her leg where her dress line ended.
“Jarcia. No. Not that either. Maybe…hmmm…” She moved our intertwined hands up her thigh until my knuckles pressed against her damp panties.
I raised an eyebrow, and she bit down on her bottom lip slightly before a smile crossed her lips.
“MaChri?” I asked, running my thumb along the center of her soaked center.
“Hmmm…I guess that’s not bad. But I think you could do better. Go deeper maybe,” she said in a husky tone.
Without even thinking, I pushed aside the wet fabric of her panties and slid one finger inside of her. She was completely bare and already so wet, her body clamping around me and damn if that didn’t have my cock straining against my zipper.
“Keep going. I know you’ve got something good in there.” She turned, her eyes meeting mine as she kept one hand on mine beneath her dress and the other to my face.
I smirked, sliding a second finger inside of her and moving my thumb to draw circles over her clit. She arched her back, her eyes widening as she let out a shaky breath.
“Do you want me to stop coming up with names?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Don’t. Stop.” she breathed, arching her hips forward and pushing me deeper inside of her.
I grinned, feeling the pressure of her walls as I rubbed her clit while hooking and twirling my finger inside of her.
“I still think MaChri is the best,” I murmured. God, she was hot the way her eyelids fluttered, and she clenched around me, so close I could almost taste it.
“I think you’re close,” she whispered.
“I think you are.” I crushed my lips to hers as she clenched hard around me, her moan escaping into my mouth as I quickened my pace, letting her come down from her orgasm then build up to a new one, letting out another sweet and glorious moan. Slowly I moved my fingers back to the side of her panties, a soft whimper escaping her lips as if she missed the feel of me.
I’d been with quite a few girls, but none responded to me the way Mary’s body did. I vowed to keep it professional and to think this wasn’t real, but after feeling her come twice on my fingers, all I could think about is how good she would feel riding me.
“So…you like that ship name?” I asked, smiling into her lips once we’d broken the kiss.
“I think I liked something,” she whispered, placing another soft kiss on my mouth then resting her head on my shoulder.