It's like I've let a wild animal off his leash. His mouth falls on mine, capturing me completely, and his hand moves deeper between my legs, the tip of his finger sliding inside me. I can only open my legs so wide in this tiny lavatory - and with my jeans around my knees besides - but otherwise that finger slips easily inside, my body eager to welcome him.He only teases me for a moment before pulling abruptly away. Then he grabs me by the arms and twists me around so that I'm facing the mirror. My hands fly up to brace me, and his hand slips between my legs again, this time from behind."Much better," he breathes against my hair. "When we get to L.A. I'm going to have you a hundred different ways, but right here, this might be the only way I can bury myself as deep as I want to inside of you."He leans down slightly, fumbling with his jeans, and a couple of seconds later he straightens holding a condom. He rips the package open with his teeth before sliding the protection over his
When Orlando asked me to come to L.A., I never stopped to consider any of the logistics. I guess that's what happens when you think with your body and not your head, when you let yourself get caught up in exciting fantasies rather than reality. Maybe I can blame the grogginess I still feel after my nap on our flight, but it's not until our cab pulls into a long driveway that I realize where we're going."This is your house?" I ask, peering out the window. Orlando pushes a button on his keys to open the big, arching gates. Beyond that is a huge white house with fluted columns and an attached carriage house.Talk about living the dream.There are houses like this in some of the fancier corners of Atlanta, but something about the big California sky and swaying palm trees just completes the picture. There isn't much of a lawn to speak of - not in the way you see lawns in Atlanta, anyway - but the grounds are still substantial. Rock gardens, flowering cacti, and succulents are arranged b
Awkwardly flapping my arms, I manage to twist around and get my feet under me again. When I turn, there's a man standing on the edge of the pool. A man I recognize."You're Dante Fontaine," I say.He looks exactly like he does in the tabloids - tall, dark, and handsome, with a perfect square jaw and eyes that remind me so much of Orlando's. He's always had a reputation for being serious, even brooding, and at a glance I can tell that the rumors are true. He looks like a man who means business, and he shares something of Orlando's intensity. But while Orlando's fierce nature is born of a deep passion for what he does, Dante strikes me more as a man whose intensity comes from a need to be in control of every situation - or perhaps I'm just projecting my ideas of how an oldest sibling must think and behave. He certainly looks like he's ready to do anything on behalf of his youngest brother."You'll leave this property at once," he says, not even bothering to confirm his identity. "Or I
Just when I'm beginning to think this might go on all afternoon - and still end up with me being hauled off in handcuffs - I see movement out of the corner of my eye. For a terrifying moment, I'm convinced some other member of the family has appeared to make this even more awkward, but to my relief, it's Orlando."There he is!" Luca says, smiling again. "Just the man who can clear up this whole thing."Orlando's surprise fades to a frown as he takes in his brothers - including a still-dripping Dante. His gaze finally lands on me, but he doesn't let it linger."What's going on?" Orlando demands."Do you know this woman?" Dante asks, still glaring at me with narrowed eyes.Orlando stops right next to me. He looks absolutely exhausted, like he's just climbed a mountain through the snow. I wonder how much sleep he actually got on our flight."This is Maggie," he tells his brothers, slipping an arm around my waist. "And yes, I know her. I invited her to stay with me.""See? I knew sh
I've never done anything even remotely sexual in a pool before. Somehow this feels even dirtier than doing it in an airplane lavatory, and I am totally here for it. Releasing his pants, I loop my arms around his neck, meeting his tongue with mine, savoring the flavor of him as I hook one leg around his hips, allowing him easier access with his hand. His fingers touch me confidently, a practiced waltz of gentle caresses and torturous pressure.I don't know how much longer I can take this. I can hear myself whimpering and moaning against his mouth, but it's like the sounds are coming from someone else. From some other girl who still has control of her motor functions.When his finger slips inside me, I almost come on the spot. How can that be all it takes? What's happened to me?He moves his finger in slow strokes, sliding in and out of me, in and out, until I feel as high as a kite. And then the pressure increases, my body stretching for more, and I realize he's added a second finger
Life in Orlando Fontaine's mansion is pretty amazing.Now that we're allowed to have sex, there's nothing stopping us from doing it all the time. And trust me, we take full advantage. Despite the fact that I'm technically "staying" in the guest room, I end up in Orlando's bed every night. We go at it first thing every morning, too. And sometimes throughout the day. It all depends on his schedule.Production for Death and Deadly Night has picked up again. Even though principal filming is done, there's still lots for Orlando to do, which means sometimes I'm left alone for hours at a time while he works. I try to take advantage of that time as much as possible, either taking in some of the sights of L.A. or relaxing by Orlando's pool. Most days, I feel like a movie star.People would kill to live like this for a day, I find myself thinking one afternoon as I float in the pool and stare up at the clouds overhead. I wanted an extraordinary life, and I found it. Who'd have thought that th
It turns out what Orlando has in mind is to take me up to the shower and soap up each other's naked bodies. And then turn me around against the shower wall and join with me from behind until I'm crying tears of pure pleasure. By the time we stumble out of the shower again, I feel both cleaner and dirtier than I have in a long time. And I'm beginning to think it's a miracle that I can still walk after two weeks with this man.I'm drying off in front of the mirror when Orlando comes up behind me. His golden eyes meet mine in the mirror as he reaches around and cups my breasts through the thick towel. He isn't wearing a towel at all."I have an idea," he says into my ear. "Why don't we get dressed up and you let me take you to dinner?"My heart leaps. "Like a real date?""Yes, like a real date. How does that sound?""It sounds amazing," I tell him."Good. Do you think you can be ready in forty-five minutes?"Oh yes, I can. I dart off to the guest bedroom - all of my clothes are sti
"I didn't know you were back in town already," Nadia says to Orlando, batting her eyelashes. "You told me you'd call me when you returned.""Ah, yes. I'm sorry," Orlando says, withdrawing his hand from mine. "Forgive me, Nadia, but things have been a little chaotic these past few weeks. It slipped my mind.""I can see that." Another quick flick of her eyes in my direction. "Well, don't hesitate to reach out. You know how much I enjoy our time together." She reaches over and caresses his cheek. "Enjoy your meal. I imagine you have quite the appetite." Flipping her bouncy golden hair over her shoulder, she struts back across the restaurant without waiting for a response.I can't help myself - I watch her walk away, my eyes following her all the way to her table on the far side of the room. She's sitting with two other women who are just as willowy and beautiful - probably some of her model friends."I'm sorry you had to witness that," Orlando says behind me.I twist back around."I