One hand cupping the globe he fondled, his other hand glided up her thigh, slipping between their bodies toward the activation button of her jeans. Her zipper fell in a quiet hush. When his hand slid beneath her thong, touching bare skin, she raised her hips to push into his palm, needing what he offered.
“Are you ready for me?” His fingertips grazed the juncture of her thighs until he stroked the moist folds of her pussy. “Wet?”
Heat radiated from his touch, a flickering flame. As he pressed a single finger against her clit, a moan escaped her, soft and needy. She liked where this was heading. Her inner muscles tightened and more desire released as he continued downward to caress the length of her before a finger disappeared inside her.
The single dimple in his right cheek deepened. “You are wet. Hot too.”
And getting wetter with the sensual caress of his voice. Not to mention the stroke of his hand.
Another finger joined the first. Again and again, he worked them slowly in and out. Gia closed her eyes and let the heated sensation roll over her. His touch was sinful, plunging into her slick depths.
“Look at me,” he growled.
Her eyelids rose to the intensity of his gaze.
“I want you to see who is touching you.”
Marc removed his hand and grasped the waistband of her pants. In one fluid motion, he yanked her jeans and thong from her hips and down her legs. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the clothes aside. Bending her knees in front of her, he slowly spread them wide, baring her for his pleasure. Cool air stroked her wetness. The carved, sensual lines of his mouth tipped into a grin of male satisfaction, sending a shudder through her.
“You’re amazing.” He pressed his thumb down relentlessly on her aching clit.
Her mouth parted on a moan. If felt so good. She raised her hips, wanting the pressure to deepen.
When he slapped the engorged bud hard with two fingers, Gia nearly came off the floor. Pleasure and pain twisted together so tightly she gasped. White-hot lightning sizzled through her veins. And this time she swore her toes curled for real.
“Marc!” His name was half-scream, half-plea.
Gia had never felt anything so wicked and wild. Another sharp slap against her sensitive organ and her breath caught. It took a moment before she could breathe and when she did, all she could get were short, ragged pants.
What was he doing to her? She writhed beneath him.
“Me,” he said with a rumble of conviction that brooked no debate. “I’m the one whose touch you scream for.” He jabbed his fingers deep inside her again, skimming across the delicious spot that made her itch for that moment when her body would shatter with ecstasy. “Because tonight you’re mine.”
Gia’s pulse was throbbing in her ears, her body in total meltdown. The man would get no fight from her, especially if he kept turning her inside out. If he wanted her to be his—then she was his.
All. Night. Long.
Her hips rose again to meet his thrusts. God. He fit her perfectly, filling her and bringing her closer to the release ebbing and flowing through her channel. When her sex contracted and squeezed him, she heard his swift intake of air.
“That’s it, baby. I like it when your pussy sucks on my fingers, the way it did my dick earlier.”
A hard spasm sprang out of nowhere, raking its claws throughout her. “Please, Marc.” Gia didn’t know how long she could hold out. Each time he entered her, his thumb caressed the tender bud between her thighs. “I need you inside me. Now.”
“Not yet.” He eased back on his knees, the movement robbing her of his caress. Immediately, a sense of emptiness and disappointment encompassed her. “I’m not ready.”
The bulge in his jeans and the large damp spot on his skivvies said differently.
Easing up, she placed her weight on her elbows. She looked through heavy eyelids. A soft smile touched her lips as she slid her tongue between them.
“Are you sure?” There was a purr to her voice she didn’t recognize.
With a single finger, she dragged the nail slowly up his rock-hard erection until she tugged his underwear down so the mushroom head was revealed. Pearly drops of come glistened at the small slit. Once again, her tongue grazed her lips, eager to taste him. Would he taste the same as a real man—react the same? She’d never been particularly good at this, but would he even know the difference? When she ran a fingertip through the milky essence, the heat in his gaze blazed brighter. Oh yeah. He enjoyed that. The elastic band snapped when she released his briefs. He flinched but never looked away as she brought her finger to her mouth. Slowly she pushed the digit between her lips, tasting his essence, salty and masculine—all male.
With a sleek motion, she rose to her knees.
“Son of a bitch.” Marc pushed to his feet, staring hungrily at Gia’s mouth.
He had been in control and just like that she tore it out of his hands. The starlet had turned out to be everything he had dreamed of and more. He could barely get his lungs to work properly as her silky fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his jeans and started to pull them down his legs, briefs and all. When they pooled at his ankles, he toed off his shoes and kicked his pants to the side.
Thick, brownish-red tendrils of hair flowed down her back as she tipped her face up and smiled. A soft, sensual expression that revealed she knew exactly who held the reins now.
Bewitched, he couldn’t get over how exquisite she was or the fact she knelt before him, naked and willing to take as well as to give pleasure. Spearing his hands into her silky hair, he wrapped the mass into his fists and urged her forward.
When her delicate hand circled his shaft, his jaw snapped tight. Her gaze never left his as her lips parted and she swiped her tongue in a long, slow curl around the bulbous head. As if he were an ice-cream cone, she licked underneath where he was so sensitive that his knees buckled, threatening to give way.
A twinkle glimmered in her eyes as she swallowed him.
God help him. He threw back his head and hissed like a snake before he returned his gaze to her mesmerizing blues.
Gia’s mouth was hot, wet and so damn tight. The sight of her sent a rush of blood to his balls, making them so full he was afraid they might burst. It didn’t help that she kept a slow, steady rhythm with the bob of her head. The pressure of her lips and the sinful movement of her tongue as he slid in and out of her precious mouth were so arousing his hips jerked. If he lived through this night it would be a miracle.
“Fuck yeah.” He rocked his hips against her.
Little gasping noises grabbed his attention. She gagged. Eyes wide and watery, she didn’t pull back or try to release him.
He eased his hold on her head and she dragged in a shaky breath around him. “Relax your throat and breathe through your nose.” When the muscles in her throat loosened and she began sucking him again, he thrust forward, going deeper and further into heaven. “Oh, hell yeah. Just like that. Suck it, baby.”
The air in his lungs burned, matching the tiny flames licking at his scrotum. Then she swallowed, her throat squeezing him tight. Fire shot up his cock. He ducked his head, tensing. A shiver raked over him.
“Ohhh. Sweetheart, wait.” It took every ounce of strength to hold back his raging orgasm. “Get on—” Another tremor stole his words. He didn’t dare breathe or he’d lose it. “Hands. Knees. Now.” The urgency in his raspy voice couldn’t be hidden. He needed to be inside her.
Slowly, she shifted her body so her heart-shaped ass faced him. “Like this?” Through feathered lashes the temptress glanced over a shoulder. She was killing him and what was worse—she knew it.
Standing behind her, he dropped to his knees. His hips bucked against her, rubbing the hard length of him along the curve of her ass. Smoothing a palm over the soft skin, he couldn’t help raising his hand and bringing it down with enough force to sting.
A tight shriek and she drew her head up, her shock obvious. But when she looked back at him there was
fire in her eyes and a smile upon her face. “You’re physical, aren’t you?”
Oh, hell yeah he was physical. What was even better was that his woman liked to be spanked, an awareness that heated his blood. The minute their gazes locked he knew there was restrained passion burning deep inside her, and he planned to be the one who unleashed it.
Gently he smoothed his palm over the handprint forming on her bottom, stirring the blood, knowing she would soon feel the prickly sensation that would follow. When he struck her again, she moaned, a soft cry of pleasure that shook him to the core. He couldn’t help it. He bent low, nipping her ass, forcing another cry from her lips as his tongue bathed the sting.
“Marc. Please.” The plea in her trembling voice shattered what was left of his resistance.
With one hand he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back so that her slender neck arched gracefully. The other hand he used to guide his throbbing cock to her entrance. Parting the swollen folds, he slammed into her. Her body welcomed him, clamping down with an iron grip.
Tight. Warm. Moist. And so fucking right he shuddered.
Again and again, he pistoned forward. The sounds of their bodies slapping together and her little cries were so hot he thought he’d come apart at the seams. The room filled with their scents mingling together. Pleasure rippled through him, raising his balls into the shelter of his body.
He could stay buried inside her forever.
Releasing her hair, he burrowed his fingers into her hips, guiding her back hard and fast as he plunged forward, surging deeper each time. The head of his erection rubbing against her cervix was driving him crazy, and then she tensed. Her silky heat closed around him, milking him with an intensity that threatened to throw him over the edge.
She jerked, tossing her hair back. “Oh God. Yes.” Her scream echoed in the room. Her arms quivered, shook. For a moment he thought they might give out on her.
The grip he had on her hips firmed, steadying her. One last time, he reared back, hips thrusting forward, then held their bodies tightly together. Lightning ripped through him with the ferocity of a storm that stole the air from his lungs. His skin prickled and his sight dimmed. A gush of cum released, tearing from him a low, satisfied groan that felt as if it came from his soul. Each powerful jerk of his cock unraveled him, so that when the last one died he found he couldn’t move.
Gia slid forward onto her belly, stealing the warmth of her body and exposing him to a cool breeze that whispered across his still throbbing cock. Rolling onto her back, she stretched like a lazy kitten and smiled up at him. “Mmmm. That was wonderful.”
Lowering himself beside her, he took her into his embrace, held her close. “No. You were wonderful.” He pressed his lips to her forehead.
They lay in each other’s arms on the carpeted floor, their breathing labored as the aftermath washed over them. Neither spoke until a sated sigh broke the silence.
Through half-shuttered eyelids, she glanced up at him. “Ready for that shower?”
Marc was a fool giving up the opportunity to make love to her again, but there were several things he had to take care of. “Why don’t you go and relax. I’ll grab one in the other room.”
“Are you sure?” Her satiny palms smoothed down his back and lower to caress his ass. “I’m getting used to having you around.” She squeezed playfully.
The temptation to join her was almost too much, but this might be the only time he had to slip away. Marc kissed her tenderly on the lips before he rose to his feet and assisted her up. When they were both standing, he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her close. Her hands were warm against his chest. She was so beautiful. Passionate. His mouth found hers. He could taste himself on her lips, tongue. The memory made his body stir. No woman had ever moved him like she had.
She pushed her hand between them, folding her fingers around his firming erection. “Are you sure you won’t join me?” The sensuality in her voice was hard to resist and so was the teasing tug she gave his cock.
Her skin was so soft beneath his palms brushing up and down her arms. He pulled her to him and kissed her once more before she stepped out of his arms and walked away. The sexy sway of her hips mesmerized him. He would never tire of watching her. When the bathroom door closed behind her, he padded across the room, locating his pants. Once he pushed open the door to the adjoining room and stepped inside, he was surprised to see his suitcases lying on the bed. “Leda.” He closed the door behind him and strode toward his luggage. With a twist of his fingers, he snapped open a bag, reached for his cell phone buried amongst his clothes and quickly dialed Toil.
“M.A.C. Division, how can I help you?” the salesman answered.
“By telling me how we’re doing.” Marc kept his eyes glued to the door between his room and Gia’s.
“Marc? Where the hell are you?” Toil’s voice sounded muffled as if he were cupping the receiver so no one could hear him.
“Heaven.” A grin curled the corners of Marc’s mouth.
“Fuck. I figured that.” Silence spread across the phone lines. “You’re going to get us into deep shit.” Toil paused. “Is she as good as I’ve dreamed?”
Better. But Marc wasn’t one of those men who bragged, so he remained silent.
“Not fair. If you’re pulling me into this masquerade, then I deserve to hear every immoral and sordid detail.”
“Focus, Toil.” The grin on Marc’s face grew. “How’s business?”
“We sold out by nine o’clock. Six backorders, which means you really should get back here and get to work. Tell you what. I’ll take your place.”
Marc chortled. “I’m sure you would. Listen to me. No one can know about this arrangement. As far as you know I’ve already departed for my vacation.”
“What? You’re staying? With her?”
“Yes.”
“Have you told her the truth?”
Silence stretched between them.
“This has disaster written all over it, my friend.” When Marc once again didn’t respond, Toil added, “But what a way to go. Be careful.”
“I will. I’ll have my cell phone with me if anything comes up. Later.” Before Marc buried the telephone beneath his clothes, he placed it on vibe. His gaze was drawn to the door between him and Nirvana.
“What the hell.” With a great big smile he headed toward her bedroom.
* * * * *
Gia had arranged for their late dinner to be served on the balcony in the privacy of her bedroom. Two candles sat on a lacy tablecloth, flickering in the soft breeze, adding to the ambience of the star-studded night.
Distant laughter and music touched her ears. Somewhere down below, one of her neighbors was barbecuing, adding to the juicy scent of the feast before her. Glancing across the table toward Marc, she placed the cool rim of her flute against her bottom lip and sipped at the champagne. The last bite of food on his plate disappeared into his mouth.
Android or not, he had a hearty appetite. All of the seared prawns were gone, as well as the braised short ribs with root vegetables and pearl onions. For a moment, she wondered where he packed all that food, and how exactly did he dispose of it?
Uhhh… Not going there.
Picking up his napkin, Marc dabbed his mouth before settling back in his chair. A contented expression spread across his face. “Ahhh.” He stretched, loosening the sash around the satiny black robe he wore that matched hers. The sides fell apart, giving her a good view of his impressive broad chest.
“Good?” Her glass nearly fell over as she set it upon the table, but she righted it just in time.
“Delicious.” He scrutinized her barely touched plate. “You didn’t eat much. Something wrong?” His expression fell. “I’m sorry.”
“No need.” Before dinner she had returned Karen’s telephone call. The picture of her, Doug and Mary outside her dressing room had been plastered across the nine o’clock news. The cat was out of the bag. “I had to do a quick interview wit
h my publicist and speak with a billion reporters.” Well, not a billion, but even one of the intrusive journalists was one too many. “My dirty laundry has officially been hung out for everyone to see, including my parents.”
Her mother’s call had come in shortly after Gia’s shower and Marc’s incredible backrub that included warm oil and another tumble between the sheets. As expected, her mother was beside herself until Gia, in an attempt to ease her mom’s mind, mentioned Marc, her new boyfriend. Before she knew it she had promised her mother that he would be accompanying her to Oregon. Of course, she couldn’t take the android home. Even if her sister and mother fell for his good looks, her father and brothers would see through the façade.
Marc’s backbone went rigid as he straightened in his chair. Reaching across the table, he placed his warm palm atop hers. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Is there anything I can do?”
“Make it all disappear?” she said, half joking, but in reality she wished she had never taken Doug up on that one lonely night after fifteen hours of filming. What she needed now was for the public to forget about her, Doug and Mary, but she worried that wouldn’t happen anytime soon.
“I wish I could, honey.”
She sighed. “Me too.”
Picking up her dessert fork, she stabbed at the tiramisu sitting by her water glass, but she couldn’t bring herself to eat any. “According to Antares, the number of paparazzi outside the mansion has grown tenfold.” She forked the dessert once more, tearing it apart. “Twice he caught a photographer scaling the wall. They even managed to drop a robotic camera over the fence.” She could just imagine a host of security guards chasing after the small mechanical menace. Her new system should have stopped anything from crossing her property.
A barrier of hedges and tall trees hid the mansion from seeking eyes, but not from those individuals intent on taking to the sky. She cast her gaze upward. Fortunately, no invasion had approached from above tonight. In the past, a silencer copter and a miniature duplicate of a plane had silently snuck up on her and she hadn’t discovered its presence until it hovered right above her.
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