THE FLASHES COMING from the long line of photographers were blinding as I stepped onto the red carpet Friday night. Above me, a marquee proclaimed the event as “A Night of Sin,” and I felt a thrill pulse through my body at the thought that tonight was all about me.
How in the hell did I get here? A few weeks ago I’d been on the brink of losing my apartment, and now I had one of the hottest clubs in the city hosting an event in my name, to introduce me—and my body—to the adult entertainment world, calling me the “the next big thing.”
This shit was wild.
Shouts of “Sin, look over here” had me focusing on the job at hand—eye-fucking the cameras, just as Rafferty had instructed. I could do that. Pretend that lens was someone I wanted to get down and dirty with. Someone like…
A pair of hazel eyes flooded my mind, and I found myself biting down on my lower lip, remembering the heat in that stare. Donovan had no shame at all watching me get myself off for him, even if he’d decided not to join in. Something I probably would’ve taken offense to if he hadn’t been on the way to his own shoot.
Damn, but he was gorgeous. If he really did model for brands like Onyx, I could understand why. That perfect face, those blond, tousled strands that fell across it, and the peek of a toned body beneath that robe… I couldn’t get the guy out of my head, and I was kicking myself for not getting his number or finding out a way to see him again. It wasn’t enough that I pictured him every time I fucked my fist—I wanted to fuck what I knew would be a tight, round ass.
“Sin, this way,” a photographer shouted, and I faced his direction briefly before a hand landed on my arm.
“We’ve got some interviews lined up for you inside,” my handler for the evening said, ushering me toward the entrance.
Those interviews turned out to be pretty painless, given that I wasn’t really telling them anything about myself, but about the persona they wanted me to have. I wasn’t Kelly Sinclair to them—I was Sin. Putting on that character—the one people would want to watch, subscribe to, get off to—was easier than I expected. Maybe it was that I didn’t feel the need to hold anything back when they asked what would normally be considered invasive questions.
What was my dream scenario, the one I was dying to act out?
What scenes did I watch that really turned me on?
How big was my cock, really?
All questions I could work with that didn’t tell them a thing about my personal life.
When I’d charmed my way through all the interviews, I finally got the chance to hit up the bar. I needed a drink or three. I started to order my usual, a Jack on the rocks, but considering I was the guest of the evening and wouldn’t be paying for a thing, I decided to go with something more top shelf.
As I lifted the Sazarac to my lips, I leaned against the bar, scanning the crowd packing the club. I recognized several of the guys from watching them on the site, surprised to find that quite a few were shorter than I thought. I wondered which of them I’d be paired up with next, along with who hadn’t shown for my first day. Apparently there’d been a mix-up and he’d been double-booked, but that had worked in my favor, in a way. No better way to showcase myself than a solo act with a hot piece of eye candy behind the camera.
The liquor was smooth going down, maybe too smooth, and I quickly finished off my glass and ordered a second. As I swallowed that first sip, a group of rich-looking, attractive guys walked through the VIP entrance, and as a familiar face came into view, I choked on my drink.
He was wearing more than just a robe tonight, but that tailored navy suit cut around Donovan’s body so well he may as well have been naked. The man was beautiful. And he was here.
Holy shit, what was he doing here?
I watched as he and his group were led to one of the roped-off areas, and I wondered who they were that they were receiving special treatment that not even some of the stars of the company were getting.
Someone moved in beside me, attempting to make conversation, and I mustered up a bit of small talk, but I couldn’t help the way my gaze kept traveling back to Donovan.
I’d made the mistake of letting him go once. I wouldn’t do it again.
“Excuse me,” I said, pushing off the bar and heading in Donovan’s direction. I didn’t give a shit that he was surrounded by others or that one of them could be a boyfriend. He hadn’t seemed taken when his eyes had been on me.
Laser focused now, I didn’t stop for anyone trying to get my attention. There wasn’t a person in the room that could compare to the guy I was heading toward. As I got closer, heads began to turn in my direction. First one of the dark-headed guys, who smacked the one beside him in the stomach, and then one by one, like dominos falling, they all stared at me—all but the one I was there for.
Donovan had bent down to make a drink from the bottles lining the table, and as he straightened, his eyes collided with mine, and my breath caught. For a long moment, he didn’t move, and then one side of his lips kicked up and his shoulders relaxed.
“Mind if I join you?” I said, not taking my eyes from his. They weren’t as green tonight under the darker lights. The brown was more prominent and just as alluring.
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” said the dark-haired guy with kohl-rimmed eyes, as he unclipped the velvet rope that sectioned off their area. “You must be Sin.”
I forced myself to look away from Donovan. “I am. Heard of me?”
“More like seen you.” He smirked and held out his hand. “I’m Travis.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Travis.”
“Trust me when I say the pleasure’s all ours,” one of the other guys said, an arrogant curl to his lips. He knocked Travis’s hand out of the way to take mine. “You can call me East. Or whatever the hell you want.”
“Jesus Christ, let the guy get a drink before you dig your claws in.” Dressed all in black with a scowl, another guy gestured toward the table in the center. “You look like you need a refill.”
I glanced down at the swallow of liquor left in my glass and drained the rest. I set the empty glass on the table and winked at him. “You’d be right about that.”
As I straightened, my eyes found Donovan’s again, and something about the way he looked at me told me he hadn’t said a word to his friends about the fact that we’d met before. That was confirmed as he held his hand out and said, “Donovan. But my friends call me Van.”
He’d mentioned that nickname before, but he didn’t look like a Van to me.
I took his hand, a slow smile curving my lips. That grip was as firm as I remembered. “Donovan. Aren’t you a pretty boy?”
His eyes flared at the name Anita had called him, and I heard a groan.
“I’m gonna need you to get a boyfriend stat, Van,” Travis grumbled. “I figured with West out of the picture I had a shot, but man, I should’ve put a bag over your damn head.”
If Donovan was bothered, he didn’t let on—he didn’t even spare the guy a look. He seemed as laser focused as I was, and hell if that didn’t make my cock happy.
“Ignore them. They’re just jealous because they’ve been fantasizing about you all week.”
“And you? Have you been fantasizing about me all week?”
Donovan’s eyes ran down over me. “Oh, I’ve done my part in adding to the number of views your video has had this week.”
“Jesus, you two,” East said. “Get a room, why don’t you.”
Not a bad idea. The last time I’d been in a room with Donovan, we’d nearly ended up in bed together. So if we could go back and re-enact that scene, but this time without a film crew I was more than happy to go to a room.
But I was under strict instructions to mingle tonight. To network and make connections. Plus, there was one other big restriction I had to work with tonight, and that was going to make taking Donovan anywhere impossible.
That didn’t mean I couldn’t get up close and a lot more personal with him, though.
“So what you’re saying is you ‘liked’ my video?”
“There isn’t a person in this room who hasn’t watched it and ‘liked’ it.”
I took a step toward him. “I was asking about you. Specifically.”
Donovan licked his lips, and fuck me, that mouth… I wanted to taste it.
“I liked it so much I came…” he said. “Tonight.”
There was no hiding the reaction my dick had to that. But the good thing about this event was that everyone in this room wasn’t shy about the reasons they were here. And with my dick being the star attraction, why shouldn’t he stand up and get some attention?
Especially when that attention came from Donovan.
“Do you dance?” The question came from my right, and I looked at the guy with platinum-blond hair. Something about him reminded me a little of Donovan, but he was slighter in both height and frame. He gestured toward Donovan as he bit back a smile. “He loves to. I bet he wouldn’t say no if you asked him.”
“To any question,” someone muttered.
“Is that right?” I arched a brow at Donovan.
He stopped shooting the instigator a glare and shrugged. “Ask me and find out.”
Fuck, I wanted to get closer. To haul his body up against mine and let him feel exactly what he did to me when I looked at him.
I inclined my head toward the dance floor. “Come with me?”
“I thought you wanted to dance?” Those hazel eyes carried a wicked challenge I couldn’t resist.
“Well, maybe we could do that first.”
“Oh shiiit,” someone said as I held my hand out toward Donovan, and he took it.
I barely heard the comments his friends made as we walked out of the VIP area to the dance floor. I wrapped my fingers tight around his, not letting him go now that I’d found him again.
Around us, my images flashed on the screen, press photos I’d taken in various states of undress. The whole event was centered on me, but I couldn’t focus on anything other than getting closer to Donovan.
As we fell in beside the other partygoers dancing and grinding, I pulled him close, wrapping an arm around his waist so there wasn’t even an inch of space between us. A shiver racked his body as he ran his hands up my arms, and then I leaned in and said, “No running away this time.”
