All Chapters of The Fontaines of Hollywood series: The Thrill of Temptation: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Apparently, I overestimated my packing abilities when I told Orlando I could be done in half an hour. When the car pulls up the following morning at five-thirty on the dot, I'm still frantically shoving clothes and shoes into my rolling suitcase. I only remember my toiletries bag as I'm rushing out the door, but I guess that's better than forgetting it altogether. Early flights are the work of the devil. Still, as exhausted and frazzled as I am, it's impossible to be in a bad mood. I'm going to L.A. with Orlando, and that's all that matters. Most people would probably call me crazy - and they'd be right. We've only known each other a couple of weeks. Not to mention the fact that he's a celebrity, and we both know he can do much better than me. He'll probably dump me the first time some gorgeous young supermodel bats her eyelashes in his direction. But I can't resist the pull of him. I have to see this through, one way or another. Even if I end up with my heart broken.I'm nearly to

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

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

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

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