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their bodies, retreated and pushed back inside of her, eliciting an airy moan.
“Uhhhh, goddamn!” He shook uncontrollably, then after a short spell, grinned and fell to his knees. Lying on the closet floor, trying to catch his breath, he caressed her leg, then glanced between his legs. “Shit. I don’t know what part of this is you, and what part of this is me.” He smiled affectionately at her. “That was some good shit, baby. I don’t think, I don’t think we’ve fucked in here in probably, shit, years ,” he said, looking around as if it were his first visit.
She hit him playfully and leaned listlessly back against the wall.
“You might be right.” She grinned. He got to his feet and scooped her up in his arms, leading her back into the bedroom. He placed her on her stomach, then laid down on top of her, bumping her legs apart with his knee.
“Mmmm, another go round?” She turned her head; her black curls sprawled across the gold-pillow case.
“Yeah .” He grabbed the base of his dick, his new erection strong and proud. “I like to call this little dance, ‘The Board Room.’”
Xenia laughed as she grabbed a fistful of sheet in preparation. She knew him well. “And why is that?”
“Because I will leave no room for you to move, only enough space to accept this grand fuckin’ I’m about to dispense.”
“But…what does that have to with a board room?” She looked over her shoulder, a smirk on her face.
“Because you better grab that pillow as I’m doing it, or your head will surely go through the fuckin’ head board .”
Unceremoniously wrapping his arm swiftly under her stomach, he brought her ass up toward his pelvis, pushed swiftly and deeply inside of her, and he delivered the first of many long, heart-pounding strokes before the sun had a chance to rise and say a warm hello…
~***~
CHAPTER TWO
Xenia clasped the folded paper in her hand as she paced the stage. The hot lights caused her skin to glisten as if it had been freshly lotioned. The gorgeous, perfectly applied make-up job was certainly going to waste. She touched her cheek and winced at the gooey, orange-tinted foundation on her fingertip.
“I have no idea why they have to bake us in here. I guess I may as well get used to it ,” she mumbled under her breath as she made her way over to the side of the studio floor. She navigated through the small crew of stage workers and videographers, out of the camera’s eye, and grasped a box of tissues. As her hand landed to retrieve it, another hand covered hers… one much larger, darker—one that was all too familiar.
She knew those hands, they’d touched her a time or two...okay, more, way more, but that was so long ago. The memories were faded with time, but not forgotten.
“Xenia. ”
S he casually glanced over her shoulder and back at the man, who stood there as if expecting her to leap into his Hugo Boss pinstripe-covered arms.
She heard him repeat her name from between his curved lips—a deep, earthy and rich sound. “So good to see you, baby.”
She sighed, pulled her hand away and wiped her fingers as she turned her back to him. She ambled between two partitions, farther out of the attention of wandering eyes, hoping on a slither of a prayer that he’d fall back. To her dismay, she heard his footsteps close behind her, then felt him gently take her elbow, and turn her to stare into gleaming green eyes.
“ Hello Sinclair,” she said as she looked down and worked the tissue over her palm, then dabbed it lightly over her face. “I heard within the last hour that you were here. This is crazy.” She smiled, uncomfortable, not knowing quite what to do. She’d seen the man’s name written at the top of her script during a practice run that morning and it turned her blood into sludge. The bulge in her throat made her gasp for air, so she’d settled for a bottle of chilled water to try to push it down to no avail. Her stomach had knotted when she
“Uhhhh, goddamn!” He shook uncontrollably, then after a short spell, grinned and fell to his knees. Lying on the closet floor, trying to catch his breath, he caressed her leg, then glanced between his legs. “Shit. I don’t know what part of this is you, and what part of this is me.” He smiled affectionately at her. “That was some good shit, baby. I don’t think, I don’t think we’ve fucked in here in probably, shit, years ,” he said, looking around as if it were his first visit.
She hit him playfully and leaned listlessly back against the wall.
“You might be right.” She grinned. He got to his feet and scooped her up in his arms, leading her back into the bedroom. He placed her on her stomach, then laid down on top of her, bumping her legs apart with his knee.
“Mmmm, another go round?” She turned her head; her black curls sprawled across the gold-pillow case.
“Yeah .” He grabbed the base of his dick, his new erection strong and proud. “I like to call this little dance, ‘The Board Room.’”
Xenia laughed as she grabbed a fistful of sheet in preparation. She knew him well. “And why is that?”
“Because I will leave no room for you to move, only enough space to accept this grand fuckin’ I’m about to dispense.”
“But…what does that have to with a board room?” She looked over her shoulder, a smirk on her face.
“Because you better grab that pillow as I’m doing it, or your head will surely go through the fuckin’ head board .”
Unceremoniously wrapping his arm swiftly under her stomach, he brought her ass up toward his pelvis, pushed swiftly and deeply inside of her, and he delivered the first of many long, heart-pounding strokes before the sun had a chance to rise and say a warm hello…
~***~
CHAPTER TWO
Xenia clasped the folded paper in her hand as she paced the stage. The hot lights caused her skin to glisten as if it had been freshly lotioned. The gorgeous, perfectly applied make-up job was certainly going to waste. She touched her cheek and winced at the gooey, orange-tinted foundation on her fingertip.
“I have no idea why they have to bake us in here. I guess I may as well get used to it ,” she mumbled under her breath as she made her way over to the side of the studio floor. She navigated through the small crew of stage workers and videographers, out of the camera’s eye, and grasped a box of tissues. As her hand landed to retrieve it, another hand covered hers… one much larger, darker—one that was all too familiar.
She knew those hands, they’d touched her a time or two...okay, more, way more, but that was so long ago. The memories were faded with time, but not forgotten.
“Xenia. ”
S he casually glanced over her shoulder and back at the man, who stood there as if expecting her to leap into his Hugo Boss pinstripe-covered arms.
She heard him repeat her name from between his curved lips—a deep, earthy and rich sound. “So good to see you, baby.”
She sighed, pulled her hand away and wiped her fingers as she turned her back to him. She ambled between two partitions, farther out of the attention of wandering eyes, hoping on a slither of a prayer that he’d fall back. To her dismay, she heard his footsteps close behind her, then felt him gently take her elbow, and turn her to stare into gleaming green eyes.
“ Hello Sinclair,” she said as she looked down and worked the tissue over her palm, then dabbed it lightly over her face. “I heard within the last hour that you were here. This is crazy.” She smiled, uncomfortable, not knowing quite what to do. She’d seen the man’s name written at the top of her script during a practice run that morning and it turned her blood into sludge. The bulge in her throat made her gasp for air, so she’d settled for a bottle of chilled water to try to push it down to no avail. Her stomach had knotted when she
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