The Director's Cut by Js Taylor (if you give a mouse a cookie read aloud txt) 📕

the stalker business,” says James slowly. “Which means we can rule out the extra security I brought in after the stalker problem.”

He’s speaking carefully, and I get a sense that he’s still not telling me everything.

One step at a time, Issy. Be grateful he’s telling you something, at least.

“So it was someone who is part of the existing crew,” I say, trying to make sense of it.

“Or cast,” says James. “I can’t rule that out.” Although I can tell from his face that he’s not seriously thinking that Callum would be suspect. And we’ve already worked out that Natalie can’t be behind it.

“Believe me,” adds James, “we’ll find out who it is.”

His expression is so sincere, that I find all my doubts vanishing.

“Ok,” I say, trying for a smile.

James nods and breathes out in relief.

“I don’t want you worrying about it,” he says. “In any case, I’ve got something planned for tonight which I want you to enjoy.”

Oh?

I love James’s surprise nights out.

“Where are we going?” I ask, feeling the excitement begin to build.

“Later, we’ll be going out to a very special restaurant,” says James.

“And now?”

“Now, we’re going up to my hotel room.”

Chapter 24

I’m half expecting James to transform into dominant mode as he shuts the hotel room door. But as he leads me into his hotel suite, his face is soft.

“I’ve been thinking about what I wanted to do to you all day,” he admits, taking both my hands and pulling me towards him.

“Mainly, I’ve been thinking about this.” His hand reaches up to cup my chin, and at his touch, I feel myself lifted up, as though I were floating.

Then he leans forward and takes my mouth in a beautiful, gentle kiss. His lips move on mine, and the slow rhythm is intoxicating.

All thoughts of press coverage and Madison vanish. All I can think about is him and this moment.

Then James breaks away, keeping his eyes fixed softly on my face.

“I love you,” he says simply.

“I love you too.”

We look into each other’s eyes for a long moment. And then he kisses me again.

Mmmmm. I sink into him, warm and drugged, by the kiss. Then I feel his hand slide along the length of my body, and other feelings begin to pulse.

“I’ve been thinking all day,” says James, “how you didn’t get the attention you deserved backstage.”

I didn’t? From what I remember, it was pretty damn hot.

“I thought it was time I gave you some romance,” he adds.

I give him a half-smile, still hazy from his kiss. “I didn’t know you were the romantic kind,” I reply.

“Well, perhaps not traditional romantic,” agrees James. He kisses my mouth, then stoops and sweeps me up into his arms so I’m held like a storybook heroine.

James locks his eyes on mine. “But I’m going to give you the best orgasm of your life.”

“That sounds pretty good,” I say, feeling light and love-drunk in his arms.

“Mmmm,” he says. “I’m looking forward to hearing you come.”

I feel a blush heat my cheeks.

“Oh Issy,” says James, “are you embarrassed? Don’t be. I promise you, in a few moments, you won’t be thinking of anything but how much pleasure I’m giving you.”

He lays me down on the bed and stands, removing his T-shirt.

“You are so beautiful,” he says. And then he kneels at the edge of the bed and lifts my foot, easing off my shoe. He runs a finger gently from my bare ankle right along the inside of my leg.

I feel myself quiver at the light touch.

James leans over and eases off my other shoe. Then he places it neatly beside the first. Everything he does now feels measured and deliciously premeditated.

He moves to the end of the bed and kneels up on it. Then his hand returns to my ankle, and this time my sensitised skin leaps at the contact.

Carefully, he raises my foot and plants a soft kiss on the inside of my ankle.

“Mmmm,” I murmur. Even this slight contact feels incredible.

He moves a little upwards and kisses slowly up the inside of my leg.

I feel myself sinking into the bed as my body relaxes. And then I contract in electric pulses of arousal as his mouth moves higher, towards my inside thigh.

“Lift up your arms,” he whispers.

As I raise my hands above my head, he slides my dress up, unhooking it at the back, and pulling it over my head.

Now I’m wearing nothing but my underwear.

He drops the dress onto the floor and returns to his tantalising path of kisses, tracking up inside my left thigh.

“I’m going to make every inch of your skin come alive,” he says, keeping the contact with my leg. “And when I finally make you come, you’re going to explode.”

Already, there are white waves of passion gliding up and down my legs, following where James’s mouth has been.

As he reaches the joining of my thighs, I’m crying out for his lips to make contact.

But instead, he sweeps over my panties with the very lightest of touches.

“Aaaaaah,” I moan. The effect is electric. How can he do so much to me with such little contact?

James lifts my other ankle and repeats the sensual line of kisses along my calf and then up my inner thigh.

This time, my whole body is already sensitised, and the effect is so arousing, it’s almost torturous.

Now he reaches my panties and kisses softly where they meet the skin.

“James,” I gasp.

“Shhh.”

He runs a finger under the edge of my panties and sweeps a thumb lightly from between my legs to the base of my stomach.

Then he moves his mouth and plants a warm path of kisses, following where his thumb has just been.

“I can already feel how wet you are,” he murmurs. “I hope you’re ready for this, Issy.”

I feel almost powerless to respond. The growing sensations in my body are already so strong.

James reaches a hand under my back and unhooks my bra, and then he’s gliding it off my shoulders, his fingers caressing me.

Now he slides