Hollywood Roommates

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Three hot actors lusting after me—any girl would be nuts to pass that opportunity down. Maybe I’ll try each of them out, get to know them all a little better, and then I’ll be able to decide which one I want to pursue a real relationship with by the time I have to move out. Hopefully the other two guys won’t be too upset afterward.

There are only two ways this can end. Me, alone and heartbroken and homeless again, like after Parker dumped me. Or me with one of the guys and not the other two.

I just really wish I didn’t have to choose. I want to be with all three of them.

But the guys would never go for that. Would they?

Chapter Nineteen

MATT

I toss a script onto the sand next to the rest of them. I have one big pile of hell no’s and another pile of scripts I still have to read through. All sent over by my agent, who is also my brother’s agent. Yep, I can’t even get an agent on my own. I am a pity client.

What does it matter if I even go through all these scripts? None of them want me. They all want my big, famous, older brother. I’m just a sad stand-in for him.

At least the beach is nice and empty today. The weather is perfect, with a warm sun, a cool breeze, and the crisp scent of the ocean in the air. I don’t think it can get any better, until Allie walks out onto the beach wearing a short little dress with tiny white dogs printed on it that somehow makes her look both sexy and adorable. I don’t know how she manages to rock both at once, but she does. I’m torn between wanting to push her skirt up and running my hands along those thighs, or eating ice cream with her and chatting about anything or nothing at all. I’ve never wanted both with one girl before—a lover and a friend.

“Hey,” she says, with an easy smile. “What are you up to?”

“Going through scripts in the hope of finding my next project.”

She sinks onto the towel beside me, tucking her feet at her side. “Any luck?”

“Not so far, and it’s going to take me a million years to get through all these. Especially since I need to get to the bar soon.”

“Need help?” She grabs one of the scripts and riffles through it. “Ooh, this one is set on a cruise ship. That sounds fun.”

I raise an eyebrow at her. “You actually think reading these would be fun?”

“Sure. I love reading and I’m off work right now with lots of free time. I’d be happy to help you weed out the good scripts from the bad ones.”

“Wow. That would be amazing. I would owe you big time.”

“No, you won’t. You helped me get my stuff back. This is the least I can do to repay the favor.”

“All right, but if you get through one of them and get bored, I won’t blame you for quitting.”

She playfully shoves me with her shoulder. “I am not a quitter. But is there anything I should look for? Things you’re particularly interested in or really don’t want?”

I consider for a moment, then shake my head. “I’ve had such bad luck picking projects for myself, I’d rather have you read them blind and see if you think anything would be good for me.”

She nods, her face determined. “Okay, I can do that.”

“You’re a lifesaver.” I wrap an arm around her and bring her in close for a casual hug. Except as I draw her in she turns toward me and rests a hand on my chest, then looks up at me with her beautiful green eyes. I’m usually so smooth with women, but the feel of her in my arms and the way she gazes at me renders me completely helpless.

“Matt,” she whispers, her fingers curling into my shirt. “Kiss me.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I bend my head and coax a slow, teasing kiss from her lips. When I caught her kissing Shane they’d been hot and heavy, making out like they wanted to eat each other alive or possibly kill each other with their mouths—or both. But I’m not Shane, and I want to take my time with Allie. I want to blow her f*****g mind. And every other part of her.

Her mouth easily opens for me in invitation, but I don’t plunge inside, oh no. I slide my tongue along her lower lip, tasting her slowly, making her gasp into my mouth. Her lips are so soft against mine and I take my time loving them before finally entering her warm mouth with my tongue. I make love to her mouth the same way I plan to make love to her body—thoroughly and deeply, until she’s begging me for more.

“Matt,” she says in the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard.

I don’t let her speak another word before I take her mouth again. She tightens her grip on my shirt and my hands circle her waist, pulling her closer, until she’s in my lap. Straddling me on the beach, our hips flush together, with only our clothes in the way.

My hands begin to roam, finding their way to her thighs. Her dress has ridden up, and it’s so easy to run my fingers along her bare skin, higher and higher. She kisses me back like she can’t get enough, while stroking my neck and jaw.

When my hands find her ass, I grip it and pull her closer against me. She must feel how hard I am for her, judging from the sweet moan that escapes her lips. My fingers tighten on soft, naked flesh, and I realize she’s only wearing a thong.

Oh, f**k me.

But then she breaks the kiss and sits back, gazing at me with lust-filled eyes. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“I can. I’ve wanted to kiss you from the moment you walked in our front door.”