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  Man of the Year

  Bianca Giovanni

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  Copyright 2013 Bianca Giovanni

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  This book contains adult content and sexual situations. It is not intended for readers under 18. All characters and events are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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  Dedication

  For MJ

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1 - James

  Chapter 2 - Lola

  Chapter 3 - James

  Chapter 4 - Lola

  Chapter 5 - James

  Chapter 6 - Lola

  Chapter 7 - James

  Chapter 8 - Lola

  Chapter 9 - James

  Chapter 10 - Lola

  Chapter 11 - James

  Acknowledgements

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  Chapter 1 - James

  The desert landscape is zipping by out the windows and the bass is bumping as I blaze down I-15 on my way to Las Vegas. My beautiful, amazing, intelligent, funny and totally sexy girlfriend, Lola, is riding shotgun and we’re singing off-key to tunes on her iPod.

  We’ve just finished Ice Cube’s “It Was a Good Day” and the old school hip-hop mix has shuffled to “Just a Friend” by Biz Markie.

  “Have you ever met a girl you tried to date, but a year to make love she wanted you to wait?” I rap to Lola.

  “Let me tell you a story of my situation, I was talkin’ to this girl from the U.S. nation,” she continues, perfectly hitting every word.

  We both trade off lines until we hit the chorus.

  “Oh baby you, you got what I need,” she belts loudly.

  “But you say he’s just a friend, but you say he’s just a friend,” I follow up.

  The title of this song seems kind of fitting when it comes to me and Lola. For a long time, that’s what we were—just friends, best friends. It wasn’t until three months ago that we realized that we were totally in love with each other. We hooked up and she moved into my apartment right after that. We’ve been living the dream ever since.

  This weekend, we’re headed to Vegas for the Adult Video Awards, where I’m nominated in a bunch of categories. Before Lola and I got together, I was a pretty big fuckin’ deal in the porn industry, the most popular male porn star around. Naturally, I bailed on that whole career when me and Lola started dating because I love her and I don’t want to be with anybody else, even just for work. Everyone in the industry freaked out when I announced that I was retiring, so they did that typical award show thing of honoring the departing guy with the Man of the Year nomination, the biggest award a dude can win. I was up for it once before when I was 22, but now, four years down the road, it looks like I might be a frontrunner. Fingers crossed!

  This time around is going to be way different, though, because this is my first time having a real date to the show. Usually, I went with whoever was my most recent co-star as a PR move to help promote the movie by appearing on the red carpet together, but this time I’ll have an actual girlfriend on my arm—and a totally hot girlfriend at that!

  Lola is short and petite, but she’s got really big boobs, a tiny little waist, long-ass legs and thick, wavy, chestnut hair that practically goes down to her ass. She also happens to have the face of a fuckin’ supermodel with full, pouty lips and big, almond-shaped, honey brown eyes with long lashes. She’s like one of those Disney princesses, but with a really sultry, sexy side that she doesn’t even realize she has.

  Her good looks are part of the reason I was so protective of her growing up. I’ve known her since she was in first grade and I was in third and I’ve had a front row seat to her becoming a total hottie, but I always felt like she was some kind of little, angelic treasure and that no guys deserved her. I used to intimidate the fuck out of dudes who tried to go out with her in school and I know she hated it, but I couldn’t help myself. She was so goddamn special to me that it made me crazy to think of some guy using her. I got a lot worse about it as she got older—and hotter. In fact, she says that my psycho protectiveness was the reason why she stayed a virgin until she was 23. Of course, she and I changed that three months ago … and it was fuckin’ awesome!

  Sometimes even I can’t believe that Lola picked me, that she loves me and she wants to be with me. She’s so smart, went to a good school, could have married a doctor or something and had a totally happy, normal life, but she chose me, a former porn star who's spent the past 90 days playing Mass Effect in my underwear—though I only play it if she’s busy doing something else. When she isn’t, she and I find all kinds of other ways to fill our time, if you know what I mean.

  She quit her job a little while ago and we’re living off the fat checks that keep coming in from the sex toy line I launched a couple months ago, so it’s been like summer break for us and I’ve learned that my little virgin can be quite the goddess between the sheets. She’s one of those people who always wants to learn something new and, seeing as I was a professional, I’ve had a lot of fun teaching her.

  I feel like this unstoppable desire I have for her keeps getting cranked up with every passing mile as we drive. Maybe it’s the way her legs look in her cut-off jean shorts, maybe it’s the fact that I mentally associate the awards with wild, crazy, freaky sex or maybe it’s just that sitting here thinking about how much I love her also makes me think about how much I like making love to her, but I want her so bad right now that I’m practically speeding to the hotel.

  When we finally arrive, I hand the valet guy my keys and he takes a sideways glance at my car, probably assuming The James Langdon would roll up in a nice Mercedes or something. Don’t knock the ’96 Civic, dude! She’s a classic!

  Lola whips out her iPhone phone while I’m checking in and I hear rapid clicks as her little fingers type out a message.

  “Who are you texting?” I ask her.

  “Stacey,” she says with a smile, returning her focus to the phone before muttering, “just letting her know that we got in.”

  “Oh, cool,” I nod, leaning onto the desk.

  Ugh … Stacey. Stacey Harris used to be know as Savannah Slade and she used to be the personal sex slave of this porn producer named Eva Satana. I got locked into a contract with Eva by that fuckin’ sleazebag Rick, the owner of Sin Cinema, my former employer. I ended up having to do two really harsh scenes with Stacey and I felt like a goddamn monster afterward. I’ve never hurt a girl, never had sex with someone who didn’t want to have sex with me and never felt so out of control in a sexual situation. It was awful.

  Somewhere amongst all this drama, Lola met Stacey
and the two struck up a friendship. Lola was the one who convinced Stacey to turn Eva in for her less-than-ethical practices and Eva’s currently doing a bid for child porn and a number of other crimes. I guess I owe Stacey, because she totally saved my ass. If she hadn't turned Eva in, I would still be trapped in that fuckin' contract.

  Stacey now lives in Lola’s old apartment two doors down from us with the money she got from a civil suit against Eva, which I financed out of my utter guilt for what I’d done to her. The two girls see each other all the time and they talk on the phone like they’re sisters or something. It completely freaks me out and I generally try to avoid Stacey when we’re back home. It’s not because I don’t like her, she’s a really sweet girl and everything, but I can’t look her in the eye without seeing all that shit I did to her and it makes me feel ashamed of how easily I let Eva manipulate me.

  I shake all this Stacey shit out of my head as Lola and I walk to the elevators. I’m worked up over my hot girlfriend and I don’t want to think about awful shit right now or I won’t be able to do what I really, really want to do the second we hit the room.

  I try to distract her so she doesn’t find out about the arrangements we have. I want it to be a surprise. She knows we’re going to be getting VIP treatment here, but she doesn’t know that we’re going to be staying in a totally killer suite.

  Even though I’m more than a fuckin’ foot taller than her, she won’t let me carry her stuff—typical Lola—so I take my bag and the garment bag with our red carpet clothes while she rolls her small suitcase down the hallway to the room.

  “Interesting,” she smirks when she sees the doors.

  “You gotta close your eyes and let me lead you in there, ok? I want to do a big reveal thing,” I grin.

  She snickers, but she agrees, so I put our stuff inside and then come back out to get her.

  “No peeking,” I chuckle as I cover her eyes and walk her forward into the suite.

  This place is the bomb and I know she’s going to dig it. It’s decorated in warm reds and golds, has a tile wall by the bar, a living room/dining room area, two bedrooms, a bathtub big enough for both of us and a totally sweet view of the Strip.

  “Ready?” I ask her, feeling my smile getting wider.

  “Yes,” she replies.

  “Totally ready?” I grin.

  “Yes, James,” she chuckles.

  “Ok, ten … nine … eight—”

  “Just show me the fucking room!” she laughs loudly.

  I kiss the top of her head and then slowly take my hand off her eyes, giving her a chance to see the room in all its glory.

  “Wow,” she whispers to herself, walking into the living room.

  I follow behind her, enjoying her reaction. She seems impressed with the complimentary setup of champagne and chocolate covered strawberries on the dining room table, the bouquets of red peonies on all the end tables—which I arranged just for her because I know they’re her favorite—and the tile wall behind the bar.

  “Does this look into the shower?” she says, peeking through the narrow window at the back of the bar.

  “Yep,” I nod.

  “Is that a … stripper pole in there?!” she giggles.

  “Sure is,” I answer with a smart-ass grin.

  “We have a stripper pole in our shower?” she laughs.

  “Sure do,” I snicker.

  She pauses and gives me a flirty glance before she says, “I don’t know how anyone could grip onto it if they were all wet.”

  The way she looks at this shit from a Spock-like logical standpoint always cracks me up. One time, she and I were talking about outdoor sex and she said she’d only have sex on a beach if we had a really big blanket because she’d be worried about the sand getting into some really uncomfortable areas. I laughed my ass off because she didn’t rule it out, she just though of a very practical way to make it more convenient. She’s so chilled out when it comes to sex stuff, and I love that attitude.

  “I guess water doesn’t mess up lucite stripper heels,” she jokes as she moves towards the master bedroom.

  I laugh loudly and follow her as she kicks off her Converse low-tops.

  Seeing her standing near the bed makes me breathe a little faster. She’s not even doing anything seductive right now, but I find her so sexy. She’s beautiful. Really sensual. Something as simple as the elegant curve of her long neck can draw my attention like a magnet and my mind starts going to all these less-than-pure places. She makes me want to touch and kiss every inch of her body, and she has no idea that she’s seduced me this much right now.

  Something in the way she moves,

  Attracts me like no other lover.

  I step closer to her and stand behind her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her in towards my chest.

  “You look really beautiful right now,” I whisper to her.

  “Long hours in a car and you think I look beautiful?” she giggles.

  “I always think you look beautiful, Lo,” I softly reply.

  I lower my head and drift soft little kisses up and down the side of her neck. She tilts to give me better access and I kiss that spot right behind her ear that always turns her on. It works and I can hear her exhale when I press my lips there again.

  My hands come down to her hips and then around to the button on her shorts. I undo it and then unzip her fly, easing the shorts down her legs and running my hands over her panties—the boy shorts with pink polkadots and a purple lace waistband. This means she’s probably wearing the matching bra, and I really want to see that. She asked me the other day if I thought she needed sexier lingerie, stuff more like what the girls in my videos would wear, but I told her no way. I like her in simple stuff like this because it’s more her. She doesn’t need a bunch of skimpy shit. Her vibe is fun, cute and sweet—and I fuckin’ dig that like a madman.

  Slowly, I lift the bottom of her thin, vintage Prince t-shirt, but she doesn’t raise her arms for me to take it off, so I just slide my hand under it and smooth my fingers over her flat little stomach.

  “Are we going to have time?” she says. The sound of her voice gives away how turned on she is.

  “Yeah, totally,” I reply, kissing her neck again.

  There’s a pre-show party tonight and we’re supposed to be there in a couple hours, but I know she wants to take time to shower and really glam up, since she’s going to be meeting a lot of people for the first time.

  “James, I don’t want to have to rush when I do my hair and stuff,” she giggles when I slide my hand higher and palm her over her bra.

  “Lo, we’re gonna have time,” I chuckle. “We’ve got over two hours, dude. We’ll be fine.”

  She laughs and shakes her head, but then she turns around and kisses me. I’ve kissed hundreds, maybe even thousands of women in my life, but nothing compares to a kiss from Lola. Her lips are so soft, her tongue moves in a sexy way that makes my heart start pounding and she does this little thing where she trails her fingers down the back of my neck. So hot, seriously!

  This time, when I lift up her t-shirt, she lets me take it off and I get to see that polkadot bra. It’s not anything fancy, but on her it looks like a million bucks. She always thinks I’m bullshitting when I say it, but this girl could be a fuckin’ Victoria’s Secret model tomorrow. Nobody rocks lingerie or bikinis like Lola.

  She looks right in my eyes when I run my fingers under the straps of her bra, tracing them from the front to the back. Her expression combines innocence and total sultriness, both qualities she just naturally exudes. She gives me these eyes like she doesn’t know what I’m going to do, but she’s excited for it and she can’t wait for me to do it. Of course, she totally knows what I’m going to do, but I think she also knows that this particular flirty look really turns me on, so she does it all the time.

  I unsnap her bra and she lets it fall off her arms. She has to stand on her tiptoes to kiss me as I rest one hand on her hip and let the other roam onto her ches
t. Her nipples firm up instantly. Fuck! I think that might be my favorite thing about her body, the way she’s so responsive to my every touch. I love girls who can really let go and get into it and Lola definitely gets into it. She told me once that she’s uninhibited with sex because she trusts me a hundred percent, so she doesn’t feel like she has to be shy about anything. I remember being so psyched when she said that and feeling very proud of myself for making sure that all her sexual experiences with me were really positive and enjoyable. I think I like pleasuring her even more than she likes being pleasured and getting her off is the highlight of my day—or highlights, I guess I should say, because I try to do it many, many times.

  “Lie down on the bed, beautiful girl,” I say softly to her, motioning with my hand.

  She does and gives me the cutest smile when I lean over her and kiss her neck.

  “You. Shirt off. Now,” she giggles, tugging at the bottom of my old, faded-out Rolling Stones t-shirt.

  I pull it off and she looks me over. I love the way she always seems impressed with my body, even after all the times she’s seen me naked. I’m naturally pretty big, but I do hit the gym a lot and it’s nice to know that she appreciates the hard work—even though I think she’d still love me if I lost the six-pack and got all scrawny. She’s not superficial and that kind of shit isn’t a deal breaker for her.

  She sits up on the bed and unzips my jeans, rubbing her hand over my crotch with just enough pressure to make me breathe deeper. She seems surprised when she feels how hard I am, but it’s really not that shocking. The girl drives me fuckin’ wild and I want her 24/7, so I can be ready to go in two fuckin’ seconds. I’m like a goddamn miracle of modern science when it comes to Lola and I think I break the rules of biology with her.

  She reaches into my boxer briefs and starts slowly stroking me. Her lips drift over my stomach as she scoots a little farther forward on the edge of the bed and puts her hand on my hip to urge me closer.