I chuckle, my voice a low rumble with my hips barely shifting into her touch. Then, I moan—deep, rough, and tortured.

“Fuck remembering the last time, Kerry.” I whisper, my thumb dragging over her lips as her hand caresses my dick. “Let’s make new memories. Let me kiss you.”

For a second, she doesn’t move. Her soft, sexy lips part like she might let me. But then she tilts her head, and a teasing smile blooms across her face.

“Two kisses in one day? I think not. Besides, Mr. Grimes,” she says, her tone all mock sympathy, “Krista’s got enough memories for the both of us.”

She slides her hand into my pocket, moving so damn slow I think she’s about to get me off. Or at least I want her to. But instead, she swipes my keys and smirks up at me, dragging her fingers along my hard dick one last time before stepping back like she didn’t just turn me into a helpless, desperate man.

I groan, clench my fists, and tighten my jaw. And then, this woman looks me dead in my eyes—shameless.

“Your fake girlfriend is off duty now, and she’s taking the Aston Martin for the weekend.”

Kerry flicks the keys in the air, catches them without looking, then reaches up and pats my chest. She pats my fucking chest like I’m some good little boy and playfully shoves me away as if I’m not standing here so hard I could break cement.

Then, she switches her fine ass away, reminding me exactly how she looked on top of me, gasping my name, writhing under my hands.

I watch her until she’s halfway down the street. I can’t believe she just left me high and dry, erect, and completely under her spell.

Chapter 19

Lights. Camera. Tension. – Kerry

Since fall break is coming to an end, I decided to take the girls on a field trip to the Marine Science Center to view the tide pool exploration exhibit before the season changes. We had so much fun watching the hermit crabs scuttle around and gently touch the sea stars. The girls were completely mesmerized, asking a million questions about every creature they saw.

By the time we wrapped up, we still had nearly 45 minutes to kill before heading back to our studies. And what better way to spend it than surprising Vic at work?

Of course, Serena tags along. She waltzes in beside me with her notebook and is fully prepared to get the inside scoop of the most anticipated show of the year. “This is gonna be good.” She muses, already scanning the set and taking mental notes for her buzz-worthy article.

When we arrive, the studio is in full production mode, with cameras rolling, producers barking orders, and assistants darting around like maniacs. The space is massive and filled with the buzz of controlled chaos, but my focus is on Vic.