Read Taking Chances Online

Authors: M Andrews

Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Erotica, #Romantic, #Romance

Taking Chances

 

 

M. Andrews

 

Taking Chances

Hot Hollywood Nights Novella Book 1

 

By M. Andrews

 

Copyright 2015 M. Andrews

 

This book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this eBook with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this eBook and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

 

 

 

Book design and formatted by
Swish Design & Editing

Editing by
Swish Design & Editing

Cover design by Sara Eirew

 

Cover Image Copyright 2015

 

Jason Reynolds is my boss. My hot as hell, sex god of a boss. I love my job and I would never do anything to risk that, but it's a constant daily struggle of me wanting to be the good little employee when all I really want to do is sit on his face.

 

Nina Cartwright is a ball busting, big mouth pain in my ass. A pain in the ass I can't stop thinking about or dreaming about. For the past eighteen months I've lived in blue ball hell, well I'm done waiting. I want Nina more than anything and I will stop at nothing to make her mine.

 

Can Nina get passed her reservations about Jason and take this chance with him?

 

For Teri. These words are for you.

 

His deep pounding thrusts force me further up the bed. His thick throbbing cock is so fucking deep inside me; I know I'm going to feel him for days between my thighs. His mouth leaving a searing trail of kisses over every inch of my flesh. Our sweat laced bodies moving in perfect rhythm, building each other up higher and higher. The hot passion fire burning wild between us. I'm on the edge ready to fall with him.

 

“Fuck Jason. I'm coming!”

My screams abruptly pull me out of my sex dream. A disappointed sigh escapes my lips when I realize it was just a dream. Wickedly hot as fuck sex dream, I've had every night for the past eighteen months. I lie back staring up at the ceiling of my bedroom. My body covered in a sheen of sweat and my panties are completely soaked through. This dream has been haunting me since the day I met Jason. And who is Jason you might ask. He’s Jason Reynolds, one of Hollywood’s hottest leading men and my boss.

I moved to LA four years ago with high hopes of becoming an actress, but it’s LA and you can’t throw a stick five feet without hitting, at least, twenty other girls with the same damn dream. Girls who are thinner and prettier than the next. So after two years of failed auditions and days away from stepping into porn, I finally gave up on my dreams and joined the real world, otherwise known as the LA workforce. At first, all I could get were waitressing jobs and retail gigs. It was a struggle, but I wasn’t about to go back home to Chicago with my tail between my legs. I was going to find success out here in some form or another even if it killed me.

When Jason came into my life, I was working as a personal assistant for Susan Waters, one of the top publicists in all of LA. She handled all the big name celebrities in Hollywood. I lucked out getting the gig. My best friend and then roommate Lydia was Susan’s executive assistant and recommended me to come in as Susan's second assistant to help out during award season. I was just supposed to be there for six months, but Susan liked my gumption and hired me to assist Lydia full time. It was a great gig and it paid well too.

About seven months after I started working full time for Susan, Jason’s film career took off. He’d been working on and off in the industry for ten years, taking small indie roles until finally getting his big break starring in a series of Marvel movies. With his charming frat boy personality, Jason became a hot commodity. Susan quickly realized Jason needed someone to help him with his day to day needs, also making sure he arrived at interviews and premieres on time, and to be a go-between person for him and Susan. She actually chose me. I felt completely honored that she picked me for such a prestigious job.

The first three months were tough to say the least. I threatened to quit at least once a day. Jason is not your typical movie star, he likes to stay low key and keep off the radar as much as possible. So being put out in the spotlight was an adjustment for him. He didn’t follow the schedule that we had for him, and his no filter mouth was landing him in hot water constantly. He was just a giant pain in my ass.

I’d never worked for a celebrity before so I thought I had to coddle him and kiss his ass, but once I got to know him the more I realized he didn’t need a kiss ass, he needed a kick in the ass. Once I started taking the reins, we found our rhythm. Don’t get me wrong he’s still a pain in the ass sometimes, but I know how to handle him more appropriately now.

The dreams started right after the day I met him. He came in to meet with Susan and me to begin the introductions and go over what I'd be doing for him. The moment he walked into her office, my body reacted immediately to him. He greeted me with a crooked smile and sparkling blue eyes that melted my panties in an instant. He was dressed casually in a pair of dark jeans, a pair of heavy boots that he had only laced up halfway, and a gray Henley that hugged his massive muscular frame in all the right places. The sleeves were pulled up exposing the veins in his forearms. Veins I wanted to run my tongue along. His dark brown hair was combed back and his beard made me instantly wet just imagining what it would feel like between my thighs. He was drop dead gorgeous to say the least, and my new boss. I was so screwed.

At first, I thought the dreams were just a fluke. Lots of people have crazy dreams about their bosses, especially ones that are as attractive as mine. I thought after a while they would subside, but they just kept coming and growing more and more intense the more I got to know Jason. Underneath the cockiness laid a really sweet playful guy. Once we moved past the initial awkward phase, we quickly became more like friends than employee and boss. Even his family welcomed me in as a part of their own. Which was nice since I live so far away from my parents and my younger sister.

But as much as he has become more to me in my life, Jason is still my boss and nothing more can happen between us. I love my job too much to ruin it for a night of hot amazing sex.

I climb out of bed and walk into my bathroom to take a shower and to let my massaging shower head finish off what my dirty mind had started. It’s going to be a long day stuck on a plane with my sex god of a boss and I need a little release now if I'm going to survive.

 

 

Two hours later I pull up to Jason's apartment building in Beverly Hills. He keeps this place for when he has to be in LA. It’s a beautiful penthouse apartment, but I love his house in Boston even more. It’s more him. Jason loves being outdoors away from the noises of the world, so he made his house feel like a cabin in the woods. With a big cozy fireplace and massive floor to ceiling windows perfect for cuddling up on the couch watching the snow fall.
I would kill to live in that house.

I leave my car with the valet then head inside armed with three cups of very strong coffee and Jason's morning egg white omelet. Jason had stayed late after the premier of his friend Tom’s latest movie, partying with some blonde groupie. So I know the moment I walk in I’ll have to do a little skank removal. Jason broke up with his latest girlfriend, Bridget about six months ago, and was going through a pallet cleansing if you will. She was another spray tanned, fake titted bitch that was just using Jason because of his celebrity status. So I’m trying to cut him some slack for banging half the young actress wannabes in LA. Jason’s reputation for his on and off again relationships are all too well known around Hollywood. He’s such a sweet, kind-hearted guy on the inside, I don’t see why he has to be such a manwhore.

I tiptoe into Jason’s room. The air is thick with sex and whiskey. Jason is passed out face down on his bed and the groupie ho-bag is passed out next to him, the sheet barely covering her obviously fake double D’s. I walk over to the skank’s side of the bed and give her a quick once over. I’m sure in Jason’s drunken haze she looked like a ten, but in the light of day her bottle job blonde hair is a tangled mess and the makeup that’s sliding down her face makes her look like a janky two, and that is me being generous.

Leaning over her I pinch her nose shut between my fingers. She jolts awake with a snort.

“What the hell?” she gasps. Her eyes beginning to focus on me. “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m your fairy skank godmother, and I’m here to tell you that it’s past midnight. Your prince has turned back into a frog and your golden chariot has turned into a pumpkin.” I flash her a gleaming smile.

“What are you even saying right now?” she slurs and I can tell the dumb bitch is still drunk from the night before.

“What I'm saying is, it’s time to hit the bricks and start your walk of shame right on out of here, Princess. Check out time was twenty minutes ago. So here’s your complimentary coffee and day-old Danish. We here at
Château
de Manwhore thank you for your stay.”

She climbs out of bed, giving me a searing glare. “You’re such a bitch,” she snarls shimmying back into her postage stamp of a dress.

“Tell me something I don’t know, Princess.” I grab her fake Louboutin heels and usher through the apartment and out the door to the waiting cab out front of Jason's building.

I walk back inside and pick up one of the cups of coffee and Jason’s schedule for our time in Vancouver for the filming of his newest project. I pad down the hallway back to his bedroom.

“Wakey, wakey, boss man,” I call out, kicking the corner of his bed. I set his coffee and schedule down on his night stand then fling open the curtains, letting the bright morning sun filter into the room. Jason groans pulling his pillow over his head trying to ignore me.

“Oh come on now, boss man. It’s time to wake up. We have a plane to catch.” I grab the corner of his pillow and yank it from his hand and throw it to the floor.

“You’re so mean this morning?” he groans, covering his eyes with his blanket.

“I had skank removal duty, so I'm not exactly in the best of moods.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I tried to get her to leave last night, but her blowjob skills persuaded me otherwise.”

I shake my head, rolling my eyes at his statement. Just keep rubbing it in my face that I don't get to suck that pretty dick of yours, asshat. I suck up what little of my pride I have left and put on my best fake smile, trying to fight the overwhelming urge to climb into this bed and show Jason what a real woman can do to his cock.

“It’s okay, but I’m charging you extra for dumb bimbo removal,” I tease. “Now come on, get up, we have a flight to catch in two hours.” I grab the blanket and pull it off of him. Thankfully he has his boxers on. I don’t think my heart or my pussy could handle seeing him naked after the dream I had about him last night.

“Okay, okay. I'm up.” Jason sits up in bed and grabs his coffee, letting out a satisfied moan as he takes his first sip. “Nina, how do you know that the next time you pull that little blanket stunt, I'm not going to be naked?” He chuckles from behind his coffee cup.

“I know you’d never do that because that would be the day I would die a happy woman from seeing that monster dick of yours.” I snicker to myself. “If I die you’d be completely lost without me. Now get your ass out of that bed and into the shower.” I start for the door, trying to shake the image of Jason naked from my mind.

“You’re such a fucking smart ass,” Jason calls out.

I pop my head back through the door. “At least, I'm not a dumbass. Now move it! The car will be here soon.” Jason grabs the second pillow from his bed and launches it toward me, but I manage to duck out of the way. “You need to work on your aim, boss man.”

Other books

Princess by Aishling Morgan
A Duke Deceived by Cheryl Bolen
Matt's Story by Lauren Gibaldi
Unknown by LaNayia Cribbs
Unspeakable by Kevin O'Brien
Tempt Me by Tamara Hogan
A Possible Life by Sebastian Faulks
BornontheBayou by Lynne Connolly