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I can take the heat from the fallout, but they worry it might keep people from seeing the movie.”
    Fortunately, I understood the business of Hollywood, thanks to my mother having married the head of Avalon Films. Family conversations often revolved around industry news and celebrity gossip. My college internship had been with the studio, and the movie-making business had been a passion of mine ever since.
    Ronan’s latest film, A London Love Story , was set to release in less than two months, and it was already the biggest seller of online tickets for an R-rated movie in history. This incident with Grady and him might only fuel fire for the protestors against the much-talked-about taboo subject matter and spark claims that Ronan is exactly like the character he’s portraying.
    Haters gonna hate.
    For someone like Ronan, who didn’t want to play this strategic maneuvering game with the press, this was the sometimes invasive reality of the business. But the spilling of private details for a publicity stunt was beneath him and made him feel like a low-rent celebrity.
    I stood up from my lounge chair and sauntered over to him, hooking my arms around his waist. Hugging him tight, I spoke softly, “Sometimes you have to do things that you don’t necessarily want to do, but you do them for the bigger picture. Whatever you need me to do, I will.”
    “The last thing I ever wanted to do was have our personal life play out in front of the cameras. This means you are putting yourself out there, exposing yourself to the world. Are you sure you’re ready for that? Because I won’t do this if it means sacrificing your total privacy.”
    “I think it’s unavoidable at this point, don’t you?”
    I’d have been lying if I’d said that I didn’t have some reservations, but I had known what I’d been getting into with him. It came with the territory of dating someone in the public eye.
    “I absolutely hate this,” he groaned.
    “I know you do.” In an effort to calm him, I pressed my lips to his, kissing him. “Maybe we can control the story. Can you call one of your paparazzi buddies or give Nina the exclusive?”
    “Possibly, but this is total bullshit.” He smoothed his hands up and down my back.
    “It’s going to be okay, I love you.”
    He leaned down, his lips at my ear. “We’re going back to our villa. I need you. Now .” He kissed me deeply, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. “Are you done with your…your monthly lady business ?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
    Laughing, I nodded. “You know, I’d be more than happy to pleasure you by sucking your cock.”
    His mouth curved up into a sly, sexy smile. “You’ve got a dirty mouth, my beauty.”
    “I learned this salty vocabulary from you.” I playfully shoved at his shoulder. “All of those bold, graphic words you utter when we’re fucking have rubbed off on me.”
    My mother would have had my head if she’d heard me speaking to a man so crudely. I was pretty sure she would have lost her shit thinking she’d wasted money by sending me to etiquette classes. However, Helen Prescott Chambers would have been more appalled if she had known about my previous involvement with Derek Saunders.
    What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.
    “Enough of this fucking chitchat. I want you spread beneath me. Now .” He gripped my waist tighter, whispering in my ear, “You’re so beautiful. I want your sweet cunt wrapped around my cock. I want you calling my name because I made you come.”
    “Promises, promises, Mr. Connolly. You’d better deliver an epic orgasm. I need one,” I purred.
    “Watch your tongue, Miss Prescott.” He tucked his finger under my chin and brought my face up to meet his. “I’m tempted to take you into the nearest bathroom and fuck the sarcasm out of you.”
    Jesus, what a delicious memory that brings up.
    Unable to keep our hands off one another, we made it back to our room. He tossed my bag on the credenza, knocking over a clay