Authors: Kendall Ryan
When I Surrender (16 page)
Her cheeks flushed pink and she tucked her chin to her chest.
“Let’s just get on with it,” I growled. I didn’t care about the exam or being exposed, I just wanted to end her embarrassment as quickly as possible.
I didn’t know why I’d listened to Rick and taken those damn pills. I was attracted to the model he’d hired, that wasn’t the problem. She was very pretty, petite and trim, but she’d looked fucking terrified. I’d tried to make polite conversation before the shoot began, but even small talk was too much for her. She excused herself to the kitchen, where she sat perched on a bar stool, her eyes closed tight, chest rising and falling as she took deep breaths. After she finally talked herself into going through with it, I was so
weirded out that I couldn’t even keep my erection up—something that had never been a problem for me before.
I wasn’t about to fuck some girl who was terrified of me. Sorry, not a turn-on. Rick had assumed it was a performance issue, and stupidly I’d accepted the pills from him rather than explaining why I didn’t want to go through with it. Eventually I had to man up and explain the situation to him, but not before the damage was done.
“So, you’re a porn star?” Alexa asked, her eyes flicking up to mine briefly before darting away again.
She was as nervous as a field mouse in a stampede. “Does that bother you?” I bluffed. She didn’t need to know that this was my first ever film and I hadn’t even followed through. Besides, she’d already judged me. No sense in trying to defend my honor.
Her eyes met mine again and held. “No.” Her voice sounded sure, but I couldn’t help noticing the blush creeping up her neck to color her cheeks. I wouldn’t be all that surprised to learn she was a virgin, with how self-conscious and unsure of herself she was. All the more reason to stay the hell away from her.
Watching her work, her small hands moving about to care for me stirred something inside. It’d been a long time since someone had taken care of me.
The doctor strode into the room—male, late-forties, and strait-laced, which put me at ease.
After covering the basics—that I’d taken two of little blue pills even though only
one
was recommended and yes, I’d been fully erect going on four and half hours now—the doctor, thankfully, got right down to business, opening my robe. The swollen appendage jutted out in front of me, proudly saluting the doctor and Alexa.
“There he is!” Rick beamed proudly. This dude was twisted. Why the hell was he so interested in my cock? Sure it was above average, I knew that much. After Rick had approached me about starring in one of his movies, I’d looked up the statistics online and measured myself, just out of curiosity. It was much larger than average according to what I’d read online. But still, his interest was creepy. I reminded myself that he dealt with the human body all day long and that he was just thinking about the money I could make him when he looked at it, but that didn’t mean I liked another man eyeing my dick with such enthusiasm.
My eyes flicked up to watch Alexa’s expression. Bad fucking idea. Her mouth had dropped open, and her chest was heaving with shallow breaths. I practically felt her gaze caressing me.
“Is he family?” the doctor asked, gingerly inspecting me.
“Nope.”
The doctor tipped his head to the door, motioning to Rick. “Would you mind stepping out of the room, sir?”
“Sure thing, Doc.” Rick nodded. “I’m out of here just as soon as you tell me there’ll be no permanent damage to the money maker.”
The doctor looked up at him, not amused. “He’ll live. Now please go.”
Apparently satisfied by the doctor’s answer, Rick gave me a wink, patted my shoulder and exited the room.
“So how exactly do you treat this?” I was almost afraid to ask.
Alexa’s eyes shifted to the floor, like she knew I wasn’t going to like the answer. Not good.
“I’m going to give you a dose of medicine—a combination of a steroid and a muscle relaxant to see if that will return things to normal. You’ll take these orally and we’ll wait about thirty minutes. If that doesn’t work, I may have to insert a thin needle into the shaft and extract blood manually.” The doctor made a few notes in my file and left the room.
I swallowed down a lump in my throat. The fucking pills had to work. I wouldn’t be able to handle him bringing a needle anywhere near my dick without punching the poor guy in the face.
Alexa returned a few minutes later with a tiny plastic cup containing two pills and a cup of water for me. I downed the pills and water in a single gulp. Once again, she arranged the ice
pack on my lap, her hand brushing against my dick, which made it jump. I saw her bite her lip to avoid smiling.
“Thanks,” I muttered, passing the cup back to her.
“You’re welcome. Sit tight and I’ll be back to check your progress in a little while.”
I’d never been so happy to go soft in my entire life, but twenty minutes later my erection slackened and I hopped down from the exam table and began dressing. Just as I was pulling on my jeans, Alexa came back to check on me.
The look of surprise on her face stopped me short.
“I think I’m good to go,” I explained.
Her eyes travelled down the length of my body, stopping once they reached the no-longer-straining bulge in my jeans. “Oh.”
“Thanks for everything.” I grabbed my jacket from the chair, and started past her. Her hands darted out and pressed against my chest. “You can’t just leave. Dr. Chancellor wanted to um…talk with you, about your, um, lifestyle. And see if we could offer STD testing.”
I laughed. “Thanks anyway, but I’m good.” I barely had time to date, let alone have sex, but when I did I always used a condom. Not to mention that Rick insisted I get tested as an agreement to work for him. All I wanted to do now was get home, check on Lily, and forget this whole night ever happened. “Okay. Be safe,” she said, and stepped out of the way as I fled past her, ready to put the whole experience behind me.
Psychology student Ashlyn Drake’s neat, orderly life takes a turn for the crazy when she finds the perfect subject for her amnesia thesis – a young man without any memory of his previous life, including the murder he’s accused of committing.
Against all common sense, Ashlyn’s drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Perhaps it’s that he’s so incredibly male, and even handcuffed to his hospital bed, he could pass for a cologne ad—Scent de Insanity. Or perhaps it’s because she’s spent too many lonely nights studying. Either way, she’s determined to help him solve the mystery of his past. She begins to unravel who he was before, using his cryptic tattoos, and his paintings that scream of a dark past as her only clues. When she finally learns his secret, there’s no telling which one is the real him, the gentle lover she’s fallen for or the troubled man with a dark past.
Cade’s always taken risks…
Cade takes cares of his sick younger sister by doing what he does best—cage fighting and starring in adult movies, his newest moneymaking scheme designed to pay for his sister’s growing medical bills. But when his latest gig finds him admitted to the ER sporting an erection from hell, thanks to the little pill given to him by the director, he can’t get the pretty little nurse who treated him out of his head, even though he knows she’s so far out of his league it should be illegal.
Alexa’s always played it safe…
Tired of being pigeonholed as the sweet, innocent one, hardworking nursing student Alexa has been looking for ways to break out of her Goody Two-shoes image. When her friend suggests the outlandish idea of losing her virginity to the sexy and sure-to-be-skilled porn star, Alexa is mortified. But then when Cade refuses her proposition, she finds herself pissed off and embarrassed. When she tracks him down to give him a piece of her mind, she isn’t prepared for what she finds. Watching him care for his little sister tugs at her heart, and suddenly it’s no longer just about losing her virginity, but about helping Cade. Because Lord help her, she might actually be falling for a porn star…
Agent Cole Fletcher lives for his job at the FBI, and he’s more than ready for his next assignment—raiding a cult compound and putting their leader behind bars. But he isn’t prepared for Savannah and her knock-you-on-your-ass good looks. At nineteen, she’s too old for foster care and too damaged to live on her own. With nowhere else to go and against his better judgment, Cole takes her in. But helping her out won’t be easy. He helps her through screaming nightmares and lingering fears, and that’s the easy part. Her preference to sleep cuddled up next to his warm body, and her desire to please him in every way, makes her harder and harder to resist.
Straight-laced Emmy Clarke’s assistant job at the modeling agency provides her with one distinct perk—getting to watch pretty man candy parade around all day. But having to work under the ultra-bitchy Fiona Stone barely makes it worth it. Emmy enjoys looking, but she’s not stupid enough to fall for one of the tempting specimens. Especially not rising star Ben Shaw.
Ben is everything Emmy’s not: well-traveled, highly paid, and exquisitely gorgeous. He’s also got more issues than
Vogue
. Against her better judgment to get involved, Emmy’s southern roots kick in, and whenever he’s on set, she makes sure he’s treated well and looked after. But she refuses to become one of the pathetic groupies lusting after him, and soon Ben’s drawn toward her refreshingly real attitude.
Against the backdrop of fashion shows in NYC, Paris, and Milan, their casual flirting turns into more, and they embark on a journey of sexual discovery. But when Ben’s twisted past is uncovered, it threatens both their relationship and careers as the bitter Fiona digs her claws in, unwilling to let her golden boy go without a catfight.
Filled with passion, jealousy and heart-thumping sex,
Working It
is the tale of falling for a supermodel.
