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Authors: Andrea Dale, Sarah Husch
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completely and deeply inside of her.
Was he the one throbbing, or was she? She flexed her muscles and was gratified to hear him gasp. So she did it again. And again.
He lost the staring contest. His eyes lost all focus as he began moving, plunging into her. Seconds later the world spiraled red as she came, and on the heels of that she heard him cry out as he did the same.
For a moment they rested, her arms around his neck, his head on her shoulder and his breath rasping in her ear.
Wow. Just…wow. She hadn’t made any plans beyond a one-night seduction. It thrilled her to know he was still so interested. Thrilled her—and scared her. She was in unplanned, uncharted territory now. She’d lost her chance to make a clean getaway.
And she still had the photo shoot this afternoon. And after that, the tour and her job as his publicist. Oh yeah. Her job.
“I’m sorry you had to wake up alone, but you were sleeping so peacefully,” he said. His eyes were the most mesmerizing blue. “I was going to bring you breakfast in bed. Room service.”
“I think the kitchen service has sufficed just fine,” she said. Her mouth sought his in a long, slow kiss before she slid off the counter. Amazingly, her knees managed to hold her up. Her fingers still trembled when she tried to button the shirt. He pushed her hands away, deftly slipping the buttons into each hole. Oh my. Amazing sex, breakfast, and he was still coordinated enough to help her dress.
She was in so much trouble.
*
Nate stood in the doorway and watched Hannah run lightly down the front steps to the waiting cab. Even though he knew he’d see her again in a few hours, at the photo shoot, he found himself missing her already.
When the cab pulled away, he closed the door. He needed to shower and change as well before the shoot, but that could wait. First he wanted to check out a very strong hunch.
He went into his study—a mess of papers in these final days of arrangements—and moved off the computer monitor a Post-it note reminder to call his accountant. A touch of the mouse and the Macintosh flared to life. A few keystrokes, a few Internet search queries, and his suspicions were confirmed.
When he’d first kissed Hannah Montgomery, something had stirred in his memory. There was something about the way her mouth moved on his, about the way that her hands clenched in his hair that triggered a recollection that wasn’t quite fully formed. At the time, he’d been distracted enough not to pursue the niggling memory, but it had continued to burn in the back of his mind the whole night. Then, when he woke up this morning and gazed down on her in something akin to wonder, the memory had surged back to the forefront.
In repose, with her hair sleep- and sex-tousled and her face mostly devoid of makeup, he’d caught a glimpse of what she’d looked like when she was younger.
Nine years ago, the awkward Hannah had surprised him with her boldness when she’d kissed him in the foyer of her parents’ Hollywood home. That kiss might have been spontaneous and clumsy, but the underlying emotion had affected him deeply, so much so that he’d never forgotten the kiss—or her.
She was so different now. Not just her looks—of course a coltish teenager would bear only a passing resemblance to the woman she was to become—but also her demeanor.
She wasn’t shy anymore.
It was a huge turn-on.
Nate shifted in the office chair as his jeans got tighter. No, she hadn’t displayed any shyness last night, or this morning. Now she was confident, bold. When she’d walked into the studio, all he could think about was peeling off her business suit. He’d always found a woman in a suit intriguing, always wondered what he’d find beneath the professional image.
He’d found a hot, fascinating woman.
It had been a long time since he’d allowed himself to get lost in a woman’s body. To totally forget everything but sensations and needs. Passion and pleasure.
The need to
Was he the one throbbing, or was she? She flexed her muscles and was gratified to hear him gasp. So she did it again. And again.
He lost the staring contest. His eyes lost all focus as he began moving, plunging into her. Seconds later the world spiraled red as she came, and on the heels of that she heard him cry out as he did the same.
For a moment they rested, her arms around his neck, his head on her shoulder and his breath rasping in her ear.
Wow. Just…wow. She hadn’t made any plans beyond a one-night seduction. It thrilled her to know he was still so interested. Thrilled her—and scared her. She was in unplanned, uncharted territory now. She’d lost her chance to make a clean getaway.
And she still had the photo shoot this afternoon. And after that, the tour and her job as his publicist. Oh yeah. Her job.
“I’m sorry you had to wake up alone, but you were sleeping so peacefully,” he said. His eyes were the most mesmerizing blue. “I was going to bring you breakfast in bed. Room service.”
“I think the kitchen service has sufficed just fine,” she said. Her mouth sought his in a long, slow kiss before she slid off the counter. Amazingly, her knees managed to hold her up. Her fingers still trembled when she tried to button the shirt. He pushed her hands away, deftly slipping the buttons into each hole. Oh my. Amazing sex, breakfast, and he was still coordinated enough to help her dress.
She was in so much trouble.
*
Nate stood in the doorway and watched Hannah run lightly down the front steps to the waiting cab. Even though he knew he’d see her again in a few hours, at the photo shoot, he found himself missing her already.
When the cab pulled away, he closed the door. He needed to shower and change as well before the shoot, but that could wait. First he wanted to check out a very strong hunch.
He went into his study—a mess of papers in these final days of arrangements—and moved off the computer monitor a Post-it note reminder to call his accountant. A touch of the mouse and the Macintosh flared to life. A few keystrokes, a few Internet search queries, and his suspicions were confirmed.
When he’d first kissed Hannah Montgomery, something had stirred in his memory. There was something about the way her mouth moved on his, about the way that her hands clenched in his hair that triggered a recollection that wasn’t quite fully formed. At the time, he’d been distracted enough not to pursue the niggling memory, but it had continued to burn in the back of his mind the whole night. Then, when he woke up this morning and gazed down on her in something akin to wonder, the memory had surged back to the forefront.
In repose, with her hair sleep- and sex-tousled and her face mostly devoid of makeup, he’d caught a glimpse of what she’d looked like when she was younger.
Nine years ago, the awkward Hannah had surprised him with her boldness when she’d kissed him in the foyer of her parents’ Hollywood home. That kiss might have been spontaneous and clumsy, but the underlying emotion had affected him deeply, so much so that he’d never forgotten the kiss—or her.
She was so different now. Not just her looks—of course a coltish teenager would bear only a passing resemblance to the woman she was to become—but also her demeanor.
She wasn’t shy anymore.
It was a huge turn-on.
Nate shifted in the office chair as his jeans got tighter. No, she hadn’t displayed any shyness last night, or this morning. Now she was confident, bold. When she’d walked into the studio, all he could think about was peeling off her business suit. He’d always found a woman in a suit intriguing, always wondered what he’d find beneath the professional image.
He’d found a hot, fascinating woman.
It had been a long time since he’d allowed himself to get lost in a woman’s body. To totally forget everything but sensations and needs. Passion and pleasure.
The need to
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