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Authors: Jasinda Wilder
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cleavage and groaning as he came, came, came.
I watched him as he climaxed, watched his eyes roll back and his features tighten in pleasure, and then, as he drove into me ever harder, finally then I toppled gloriously into orgasm with him, my breath coming in shrill whimpers against his cheek, our bodies moving in synchronization.
We went still after an eternity of gasping, trembling ecstasy. Shane held himself at the root of his cock, keeping the condom in place as I slipped off of him, feeling the loss of his presence within me as an acute ache. I didn't want to leave him, I wanted to lie with him inside me until he hardened again.
As if sensing my thoughts, Shane kissed me, and said, "Later, sweetheart. This was just a taste."
He tied the condom in a knot, and we straightened our clothes, then left the office. Shane ducked into a bathroom to discard the evidence and fix his mussed hair, and I did the same, checking my hair and makeup in the mirror.
The charity auction was in progress when we entered, and Virginia eyed us in irritation as we took our seats next to her and Henry. She lifted an inquisitive eyebrow at us.
Shane leaned over me to whisper to his mother. "Leo was feeling hot and overwhelmed. We snuck out for a breath of air."
Virginia smirked and nodded, as if she knew better, but she didn't say anything.
There were all kinds of things up for auction, costumes worn on-set by actors in attendance, signed instruments, jewelry, high-end cars, even an island home in the Carribbean. Millions of dollars were being spent as if nothing. My breath caught when Shane lifted his hand to bid on a sapphire necklace, worth an ungodly amount of money retail, being bid on at sums that left me dizzy. He ended up in a bidding war with an older man, who went as high as ten million dollars, and then bowed out when Shane upped the ante with an offer of fifteen.
Even Virginia seemed surprised by Shane's extravagance.
"What are you doing?" I whispered to him.
"Buying you a necklace," he whispered back.
"For fifteen million dollars?"
"I'll make it back by the end of the year. Besides, it's all going to charity."
I shook my head, unable to fathom the kind of money he'd just spent without blinking.
The necklace was put in a locked briefcase held by Gerald for the rest of the night, which passed in a blur of too much wine and hors d'oeuvres. I met what seemed to be half of Hollywood, most of the rock and pop world, and dozens of other behind-the-scenes people, producers and directors and models and their dates, some famous in their own right, and other unknowns like me. I eventually grew accustomed to turning around and nearly bumping into someone I'd seen in a dozen movies.
The party didn't disburse until the wee hours of the morning. Henry and Virginia were already in the limo waiting when Shane and I climbed in. Virginia fell asleep before we'd even made it out of the pick-up line. I wasn't far behind, but Shane's fingers were on my knee and wanting to drift higher, and I could feel his eyes raking over me.
Later , he'd promised. I was suddenly not so tired.
The necklace was sitting on a table in Shane's room, shimmering against a pillow of black velvet. He crossed the room and lifted the necklace with careful fingers, turned to me, a smile tipping his lips.
"Take your dress off," he said.
I slid the dress off and draped it over a chair, and then turned back to Shane, clad in only a thong.
"That too," he said. "And the pearls."
I set the pearls on the velvet pillow where the sapphire necklace had been, and then stripped the panties off so I was completely bare. Shane circled around me, set the necklace on my chest and clasped it under my hair.
Standing in front of me again, Shane simply gazed at me, then whispered, almost to himself rather than to me, "God, you're so beautiful."
The way he was looking at me, the way he reached a hand out to trace down my cheek, to my shoulder, then to the heavy curve of my
I watched him as he climaxed, watched his eyes roll back and his features tighten in pleasure, and then, as he drove into me ever harder, finally then I toppled gloriously into orgasm with him, my breath coming in shrill whimpers against his cheek, our bodies moving in synchronization.
We went still after an eternity of gasping, trembling ecstasy. Shane held himself at the root of his cock, keeping the condom in place as I slipped off of him, feeling the loss of his presence within me as an acute ache. I didn't want to leave him, I wanted to lie with him inside me until he hardened again.
As if sensing my thoughts, Shane kissed me, and said, "Later, sweetheart. This was just a taste."
He tied the condom in a knot, and we straightened our clothes, then left the office. Shane ducked into a bathroom to discard the evidence and fix his mussed hair, and I did the same, checking my hair and makeup in the mirror.
The charity auction was in progress when we entered, and Virginia eyed us in irritation as we took our seats next to her and Henry. She lifted an inquisitive eyebrow at us.
Shane leaned over me to whisper to his mother. "Leo was feeling hot and overwhelmed. We snuck out for a breath of air."
Virginia smirked and nodded, as if she knew better, but she didn't say anything.
There were all kinds of things up for auction, costumes worn on-set by actors in attendance, signed instruments, jewelry, high-end cars, even an island home in the Carribbean. Millions of dollars were being spent as if nothing. My breath caught when Shane lifted his hand to bid on a sapphire necklace, worth an ungodly amount of money retail, being bid on at sums that left me dizzy. He ended up in a bidding war with an older man, who went as high as ten million dollars, and then bowed out when Shane upped the ante with an offer of fifteen.
Even Virginia seemed surprised by Shane's extravagance.
"What are you doing?" I whispered to him.
"Buying you a necklace," he whispered back.
"For fifteen million dollars?"
"I'll make it back by the end of the year. Besides, it's all going to charity."
I shook my head, unable to fathom the kind of money he'd just spent without blinking.
The necklace was put in a locked briefcase held by Gerald for the rest of the night, which passed in a blur of too much wine and hors d'oeuvres. I met what seemed to be half of Hollywood, most of the rock and pop world, and dozens of other behind-the-scenes people, producers and directors and models and their dates, some famous in their own right, and other unknowns like me. I eventually grew accustomed to turning around and nearly bumping into someone I'd seen in a dozen movies.
The party didn't disburse until the wee hours of the morning. Henry and Virginia were already in the limo waiting when Shane and I climbed in. Virginia fell asleep before we'd even made it out of the pick-up line. I wasn't far behind, but Shane's fingers were on my knee and wanting to drift higher, and I could feel his eyes raking over me.
Later , he'd promised. I was suddenly not so tired.
The necklace was sitting on a table in Shane's room, shimmering against a pillow of black velvet. He crossed the room and lifted the necklace with careful fingers, turned to me, a smile tipping his lips.
"Take your dress off," he said.
I slid the dress off and draped it over a chair, and then turned back to Shane, clad in only a thong.
"That too," he said. "And the pearls."
I set the pearls on the velvet pillow where the sapphire necklace had been, and then stripped the panties off so I was completely bare. Shane circled around me, set the necklace on my chest and clasped it under my hair.
Standing in front of me again, Shane simply gazed at me, then whispered, almost to himself rather than to me, "God, you're so beautiful."
The way he was looking at me, the way he reached a hand out to trace down my cheek, to my shoulder, then to the heavy curve of my
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