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
My chest constricts. "What?""I might say the same of you," Orlando repeats."What do you mean?""You and your so-called 'doodles.' " He watches me levelly. "You claim you aren't an artist. You claim you can't tell stories. But I've seen your work, Maggie. I told you the first day we met that you have an interesting perspective, and I wasn't lying. You're talented. You're imaginative. And I think if you wanted to, you could make a career of it."I don't know what to make of that. I pick up my glass and twirl it from side to side, watching the wine swish around. "You're just saying that because we're sleeping together.""I assure you, I'm not. Why would I needlessly flatter you if I already know I can make you wet on command?"He's a little too on the nose with that comment. "Okay, then you're just saying it to avoid talking about why you don't want to write your own scripts."He doesn't answer right away, and I risk a peek up at him. He's still watching me closely, but his expre
"Go to the women's restroom," Orlando says. "I'll follow in a moment."Obediently, I rise from my chair. My heart is thumping in my ears, drowning out the murmur of voices around me. Everything is fuzzy, as if I'm listening underwater.I don't let myself glance toward Nadia's table. Or lock eyes with anyone I pass. I only focus on the urgent pulse between my legs, of the need that has taken over every part of me.I wonder if he fucks his other distractions in restaurant bathrooms. It's the only thought of that kind that I allow, and I suppress it again quickly. I've already decided to do this, and I won't turn back now.When I reach the women's bathroom, though, I realize there might be a hitch in our plans. All three stalls are occupied, and there are two other women waiting for their turn. Disappointed, I turn and leave.Orlando shows up only a moment later."There are too many people in there," I whisper to him.He pokes his head into the men's restroom, but apparently the si
The moment the words are out of my mouth, my climax hits. I go tumbling off the cliff, falling headfirst into a river of sensations so deep I can't remember which way is up. Within seconds, Orlando groans against my throat, pinning me hard against the chair as he finds his release.We both stay there for several long moments, just trying to catch our breath. My skin is dewy with perspiration, and several large beads of sweat roll down my back, but for once, I don't mind. I don't even care that large patches of my hair cling damply to my throat.With a contented sigh, I let myself lean against the back of the chair. Orlando reaches down and pulls up his pants, then takes a seat on one of the lower stacks of chairs nearby.I rub my eyes, feeling exhausted. "That was...hot."He chuckles, and he sounds just as tired as I feel. "I agree."There's something strange in his tone, and I open my eyes to slits, peering at him. "Is something wrong?""No," he replies, shifting and reaching do