A/N: Thank you for your patience. If you follow me on Twitter you'll know I recently finished my manuscript and am one week away from finishing my masters! Sadly this story had to take a backseat in the meantime. Also, I just wanted to make it clear that I write a story I love, want to read myself, and it makes me happy. My hope is that it makes you all happy the same and that you reread it more than once! But I can't make everyone happy, I know this, and I will never strive to, because then I wouldn't be writing an authentic story anymore. Thank you for respecting my craft, for your support, love, and votes! Enjoy this update, xoxo!

***

Dakota isn't in bed when I wake. I'm briefly alarmed that she's somewhere worrying about our event tonight or Amelia's surprise visit or having the girls over for a pool party. But then I hear the shower and her voice singing along to some Spice Girls. I smile, sliding out of bed to enjoy the free concert.

I can see her silhouette dancing on the other side of the fogged up glass. I chuckle under my breath—she's completely lost in her own performance. I slip into the shower with her and she gasps at first, but relaxes with a grin.

"Morning, baby," I say before kissing her.

She hums against my lips. "Good morning, handsome."

"How much have I missed?"

"Just finished my hair. My body is up for grabs."

I nod. "Exactly what I wanted to hear."

I waste no time sliding my hand between us since my morning wood is ready to go. I pinch her nipple on my path and she groans at my greedy fingers.

"I would say you're wet, but..."

We share a laugh over my lame attempt at a joke.

I thumb her clit and she grabs my biceps for balance. I smirk, rubbing a smooth pattern around it.

"Mmm, yes." She bites her bottom lip as she savors my intimate touch.

I slip a single finger inside her and her moan is long and low. My dick grows harder at the sound, and as if she's read my thoughts her hand wraps around my length.

"Dakota," I breathe when she begins stroking me.

"Fair is fair," she manages to say as she rolls her hips around my finger.

I press my palm against her clit to help her along. My head drops back as I continue to finger her while she pumps my dick. But it quickly turns into an urge to have her right here right now.

"Turn around," I say.

Her eyes spring open in confusion.

I withdraw my hand and she whines. I make a spinning motion and she finally complies, ceasing her attention of my rock hard member.

I bend her over, her ass brushing the tip, and I groan giving it a slap. I'm on fire for her.

"Hard," she begs.

My dirty girl. "As you wish." I grip her shoulder in one hand and help myself plunge into her with the other.

She braces herself, pressing the heels of her hands against the shower wall. She needs the leverage, because I'm like an animal.

"My favorite breakfast," I say, thrusting into her hard and fast.

"God, yes," she hisses as the sounds of our bodies clapping spurs me on. She rolls her hips back into mine, meeting me every time.

"Shit, baby." I grip her slick hip to tug her even closer. "Like that."

I hit her sweet spot a few more times before her walls begin to milk my orgasm free. Her legs quiver as we both shout expletives over one another.

I hold her in place as I come as hard as I've fucked her. And she let me, because she's my perfect match in all things.

She giggles when I finally relax, stepping back from our connection.

"You're so sexy when you're that horny," she says.

I chuckle. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She grabs my body wash and squirts a quarter size amount into her hand. "Don't get me wrong, making love for hours is one of my favorite pleasures. But when you're ready to just go at it like that, I'm never more attracted to you. I love spontaneous Jamie."

"Am I not spontaneous enough?" I smirk at her as she washes me.

"You surprise me sometimes. I like surprises. Especially of the sexual kind."

I kiss her forehead and she drags me under the water to rinse me clean. "I'll keep that in mind."

"You ready for tonight?" she asks.

I reach for her peach body wash and begin returning the favor. "I'm ready to get this all over with so I can have you every way I want you and no one can stop me."

She smiles as she watches me take care of her soft skin and supple breasts, kneading them with my fingers. "Finally freed, in more ways than one."

"Thank fuck."

She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down to her lips. I latch on as we make out in the shower, savoring our last bit of alone time before the whirlwind begins.

***

As expected, Dakota was taken from me the rest of the day. Once our teams arrived, we were separated into different rooms so they could get us both dressed for the night.

Evelyn clears her throat as Jeanne and Jamie pack up their things. "I have a car for you and Dakota."

I nod, tightening my watch around my wrist. "I guess I'll arrive first."

"You'll exit first, yes."

I meet her gaze. "You mean car as in a singular vehicle?"

She rolls her eyes. "Yes. I think it's innocent enough, right? It's not a huge red carpet premiere, so it's safe for you to share a car. Under conditions, of course."

I snort. "Of course."

"You'll exit first. Dakota will wait 5-7 minutes before joining. Everyone will be focused on you that they won't see her get out of the same car. But you have to promise me you'll behave once you're both out." She wags her finger at me.

"I always try."

"I need you to try hard, Jamie. The second you announce your divorce everyone will be looking back on this event to check for signs. Don't give them any."

"I'm not going to ignore her, Eve."

"I'm not asking you to. I am asking you not to gaze at her affectionately or touch her inappropriately. Tonight you're costars. Tomorrow you can be lovers again. Don't blow your cover."

I sigh. "We'll behave."

"Good. I'll meet you there." She straightens my lapel before kissing my cheek.

I wave her and the rest of my team off as they head out of our house. The noise level begins to decrease and I bask in my moment of solitude.

I pace around the living room, waiting for my girl to surface from the spare bedroom where her team has holed her up.

I hear a commotion as all of them barrel down the hall and toward the front door. They wave quickly and Robin is the last one out. She stops to give me a small grin.

"Evelyn spoke with you, I assume?"

I nod. "Yes. No funny business."

She chuckles. "See you soon, Jamie."

I bounce on my toes once she leaves, waiting for Dakota to appear. And like a formal escort, Zepp leads the way as she follows behind. Once she comes into full view out of the shadows, my mouth falls slack. She is stunning. Spectacular. One in a million.

"God broke the mold," I say.

She spins, showcasing her taut ass that's on delectable display in this red ensemble. I whistle, which causes her to blush and giggle.

"You look mighty handsome," she whispers.

"Have to in order to stand beside perfection such as yourself."

Christ, the dress is cut precisely around her tits as if it were made for her. But of course it was, because Dakota's team goes above and beyond.

She walks towards me and I hear my breath audibly hitch. I can't believe she's real and she's mine. She skims her fingertips over my exposed chest hair.

She hums. "How are you sexier every single day?"

I smirk as her eyes search mine for the answer to her question. "I wonder the same about you, baby. Look at you."

She grins, her hot red lips spreading into a delightful expression full of love. "We make a hot ass couple."

I laugh. "I'd say so."

She runs her fingers through my hair, a wave of seriousness passing over her face. "Imagine our kids."

"I do, often."

Her eyes are back on mine. "We could skip tonight and make one instead."

"That's the best idea you've ever had." I bend to lift her and she squeals, pushing me away.

"We'd get crucified." She pouts.

I stare down at her delicious lips. "Lipstick or lip stain?"

"Lip stain, so kiss me."

And I do, my hands gripping her ass to avoid tangling them in her hair and getting yelled at by Mark.

"I love you and you're beautiful," I mumble against her mouth.

"I love you. I'm ready for this to end so our lives can begin."

My smile lights up the whole room as she admires me, her hand cupping my cheek.

"Freed at last."

***

Dakota and I successfully pulled off our entrance, and managed to keep our hands to ourselves on the ride over. I've kept Evelyn's words in the back of my mind as I've posed by myself for the past few minutes.

I catch glimpses of Dakota taking her solo shots, knowing they'll push us together any minute.

Sure enough. "Together," the paparazzi begin to shout.

I glance at Robin and Evelyn who are standing off to the side. They motion us both to take our spots in front of the wall.

Dakota slides into my hip effortlessly as we pose and look in the directions requested of us. I skim my thumb over her hip to relax her further, and she returns the favor by rubbing her hand up and down my back. Innocent to them, comforting to us.

Evelyn steps up to me, and I momentarily wonder if I was wrong and have been too obvious.

"They have some fan photos scheduled," she says.

"Okay." I clear my throat and straighten my jacket.

The first girl comes forward and Dakota's sweetness comes out as she greets the fan. I shake her hand when she introduces herself, and assume the position so she can get her photo and move to the next.

We do this a few more times, and each time a fan departs I make sure to brush Dakota's arm or meet her gaze to make sure she's still with me.

A loud blonde chick pushes her way toward us to take her photo. But this time she grips onto my side, pushing me into Dakota. I feel Dakota's small snicker as she lets the girl have her way with her photo. The photographers laugh as she practically drools on my suit.

Eyes toward the camera, sweetheart.

I don't know whether my instincts betray me or I forget where we are, but I skim my hand over Dakota's ass and she snaps her head toward me.

"Stop," she warns.

I laugh, feigning nonchalance. The blonde creep walks away as the final fan steps between us to take a photo. Once she leaves I move closer to Dakota again.

"You're going to get us killed," she whispers.

I try not to cause a scene with my laughter. "We're fine."

"Eyes up here," she says, and I greet hers after catching a solid glimpse of her perfect tits.

"This dress is distracting."

"You are distracting."

"Don't I know it."

Evelyn clears her throat to interrupt. "Head inside."

Her clipped tone matches Dakota's and between one of these women in charge tonight I'm going to get my ass handed to me. I hope it's the one I get to see naked. Wouldn't mind being yelled at while she strips. I quickly think of puppies to cool my jets, readjusting my pants.

I follow Dakota inside as she jokes with Robin and Evelyn about something I can't hear. I step up behind her while we wait for our cue, and the little minx has the audacity to brush up against my pants.

All right.

I drop my hand discreetly to squeeze her hip, signaling her gesture wasn't lost on me. She steps forward in front of a wall beneath a Laters Baby sign. I move in beside her.

"You can tease, but I can't?" I ask under my breath.

"I wasn't teasing, you just happened to be too close when I stepped back."

"Sure thing, baby."

She smirks at me as they snap dozens of pictures.

"Next room," some man shouts.

I take the opportunity to gaze at Dakota's boobs again. "Your nipples are hard."

"It's cold in here." She glares at me.

"You want my jacket?" It's a sincere offer and I see her hesitate as she considers it.

"We'll get in trouble." She pouts.

Of course we will, because we can barely breathe the same air without being separated.

"But you're cold."

"You can warm me up later," she says, turning, and in doing so brushes her hand over my crotch.

"Dakota," I warn.

"Jamie." Evelyn snaps. I'm in trouble just like that. "Solo pics, come on."

I do need to focus or we're going to raise suspicions. I can chill out until I'm allowed to have her in private. As much as this red dress has me on edge...

I slide my hands into my pockets and pose for the cameras. Dakota is off to the side talking to some man. She laughs loudly and I break away from the lens shutters to meet her.

I cup her hip, letting Romeo know he's crossing into my territory. "Photos," I tell her.

She nods and excuses herself as I lead her back in front of the cameras.

"He's gay," she explains.

"And?"

She snorts. "You're a mess."

"I want you close."

"Obsessed."

"With this dress, sure am."

After they snap some pictures, she turns to face me. We wait to be escorted into another room filled with old set photographs and memories of when we fell in love. Dakota distracts me by telling me a funny story she told a reporter at our press junket.

"It's so funny," she emphasizes.

I laugh loudly, clapping my hands.

"I am so funny."

I reach for her, my hand grazing her arm. "I'm sure the guy thought—"

We're cut off by a man directing us to another room. I catch a glance at Evelyn and she's staring me down, which means I better just go.

"Wonder what's in that room?" Dakota asks, and everyone laughs as I follow behind her, keeping my hands to myself until we're alone.

***

Dakota and I are led out of a private exit where we both get into the same car to leave the event. Seeing the old photos of Dakota and I were nice to relive, but it gave me a sense of relief that all the bullshit is coming to an end. We made it. The event was useless to me otherwise, and I'm glad to have her alone.

She scoots over to sit in the middle seat, leaning into my side. She rests her hand on my knee and her head on my shoulder. I begin humming to fill the silence as the driver pulls onto the main road and into a traffic jam. Typical LA.

I slide my hand from Dakota's knee up under her dress. She giggles her approval and relaxes further. I rub my thumb back and forth against her inner thigh. Her skin is so soft here and I'd love to lay her on this seat, kissing her long legs to pass the time. She's driven me crazy tonight in this red dress, her breasts on perky display, and not being able to touch her the way I want in front of the cameras has added a new level of urgency to the electricity surging between us.

"Be spontaneous again," she whispers to catch my attention. Her light gaze peers up into mine.

I smile at her as she bites her lip with a smirk.

"I was just thinking about it."

She raises an eyebrow. "Penny for your thoughts?"

I lick my lips to join the game. Now it's a challenge.

"Just about how I'd love to lay you down and get lost while we sit in this godforsaken traffic, prolonging when I get to have you."

"Or you could have me now. Like this morning."

I feel my heartbeat increase. "We'd alarm the driver."

"We could be discreet."

I chuckle. "Is that in your vocabulary? You've been rubbing against me all night then shoving my hands away when I tried to reciprocate."

"Mmm, I don't think that's true." She giggles.

"I think the Dornan D would beg to differ."

"I think that's the only ride I'd enjoy traffic for."

I swallow the heat that has risen inside of me over our seductive banter.

"You're kinky," I say.

"I'm also not wearing any panties." She shrugs in her nonchalance.

"Prove it."

She widens her knees and I slide my hand further up under her dress to feel her silky folds. She gasps at my boldness.

"No bra and no panties," I say. "Naughty girl."

"And all yours. To have however you wish."

I gaze down at her breasts to notice her nipples are hard and ready. "Right here in the back of this limo?"

She reaches over to graze my growing erection. "We've done crazier."

Flashbacks of us fucking 30,000 feet in the air run through my mind. She's right, this is mild when it comes to our unabashed kink.

"Then let's not waste the moment." I press the button that locks the partition so the driver doesn't try to be sly when he notices a disruption. If he's smart he'll drive around the block until the car stops rocking.

I undo my pants as Dakota tugs her dress up around her waist, revealing her nakedness inch by inch. I palm my dick through the fabric.

"My job," she says, moving my hands out of the way.

I groan as she pulls me free from my boxers. She begins pumping me before she tosses her hair to one side and drops her lips around my dick.

"Fuck, baby." I moan as I lose my senses to the feel of her hot mouth.

She hums, meeting her lips with her fist and I'm rock hard for her in no time.

"Enough," I say, tugging her hair to stop her.

She chuckles, sitting up to throw her leg over my lap and sit back against my knees.

"I've wanted to do this all night," I say, moving her dress so her beautiful tits fall free. I lean in to suck one into my mouth and pay special attention by pulling her nipple with my teeth.

"Jamie," she breathes the siren's call.

I tug the dress open further and suck on the other as I drop my hand to her core. She's wet and her clit is swollen in anticipation. She grips my shoulders when I dip a finger inside her.

"You've been wet for me all night."

"Yesss," she hisses.

"High time I fix that for you."

I center my dick with her opening and she looks between us as she slowly lowers herself.

"God, Dakota. You feel incredible."

"Fuck," she says through clenched teeth as she begins to bounce.

She adjusts her angle, bringing her foot up to rest beside my thigh. I grip her knee to keep us both balanced.

"So sexy," I say, watching her rise and fall. Her legs are spread wide and I have the perfect view of our show.

I thumb her clit and she gasps, throwing her head back as she grips the door handle for leverage.

"Jamie, don't stop."

So I oblige, rubbing her bud in smooth circles as she rides me harder. Her tits bounce and I suddenly wish we were both flush naked.

"Come for me," I beg.

She sits up, her lips attack mine, and we're both sloppy as we drown in each other's kisses. She unravels in my arms, moaning down my throat and I swallow her breaths. I follow, coming inside her in long spurts.

Her leg quivers as I loosen my grip and she starts laughing.

I open my eyes into hers. "What?"

"My heel is stuck." She bites her lip and can't hold back her snort.

I look beside me and the heel of her shoe has punctured a hole in the seat.

"Shit," I say with a chuckle. I tug her ankle to pull the end of it free.

"Pass him a couple hundred when we get out. No questions asked." She's glowing in her pleasure and humor.

"Think he'll notice?"

"Yes," she says. "Feel free to explain that one."

I shake my head. "You're something else."

She pecks my lips sweetly. "We're freed from the bullshit."

I pull myself back into my pants as she readjusts her dress and sits beside me, tossing her legs across my lap. I hold them, running the tips of my fingers over her shins and feeling the goosebumps ignite.

"So we'll get married tomorrow and make a baby the next day."

She gazes at me with a grin. "Then build our house in Colorado."

"And buy a couple of horses. We can get some ponies for the kids." I peck her nose and she crinkles it.

"Dulcie and Elva excited for our pool party?" she asks.

"They just want to see Kota and Zepp, fuck seeing Daddy."

She laughs. "They love their daddy more than anything else in this world."

I close my eyes as she begins to massage my scalp. Her expert hands never cease to bring me pleasure.

"I hope they like this nanny," I mumble.

Because I had made arrangements for a third party to bring the girls to me from now on, I had to do some avid research on a nanny that could be the middleman. Mama Mel had stepped in to help me, because no one knew the best of the best in Hollywood like she did. I'd narrowed it down between three women, and Dakota helped me interview them. This person would be coming to our house and accompanying us when we saw the girls, so I had to ensure Dakota was comfortable with her. The pool party would be our test run.

"Mandy was the best option," she says. "She has the training, the knowledge, the kindness, and the privacy that you and the girls need."

"That we need," I correct her.

"And if they don't like her we'll find someone else. But I have a really good gut feeling about her."

"Dulcie liked her when we met her for ice cream," I say. "I hope her sister does too."

"It'll work out, baby." She kisses my cheek.

"And if it does, we can hire her full-time for our kids."

Her cheeks blush as her eyes light up. "She might have to fight Mom for babysitting time, but I like the idea."

My heart is fluttering along with the butterflies in my stomach. We are close to having that life now.

"Seeing all those old photographs tonight took me back," I say.

She nods. "It reminded me of how far we've come and how strong our bond is."

"You're so right, baby. Reminds me of how hard some of those scenes were to film too. Yelling at you, being intimate with cameramen watching, pretending to marry you, seeing you with a baby bump."

"Sensory overload." She lays her head on my chest. "We literally filmed a glimpse of our future. Minus the constant fighting."

"And gun wielding exes and Mrs. Robinson's." I chuckle, kissing her hair.

Foley had commended us on our final day of filming. He said he'd never worked with two costars that got along the way we did, never once arguing or getting upset with one another. Everyone around us knew it was inevitable we were meant to be. Sam, James, Paul, our bodyguards. Thank fuck every single one of them protected us along the way. They never ran to the tabloids when they caught Dakota and I in compromising positions or the boom mics picking up on what we whispered to each other between takes. As much as I despised Erika and Universal for the bullshit contract they forced us into, the rest of the cast and crew had our best interests at heart.

"It's finally over," Dakota whispers, mirroring my thoughts.

"It's only just begun." I hug her closer, losing myself to the gentle caresses we give one another the rest of the drive home. To our home.

***

Hope you loved it!! Thanks for the votes and comments you leave, I read every single one, Xoxo