Script Doctor (Off Screen Book 8)

by J. A. Armstrong

  “I get it,” Christie said. “But, look at it this way, you’ve got plenty of time to not worry about that.”

  Addison rolled her eyes. “You have met my daughter as I recall.”

  Christie giggled. Vicki was larger than life at four-years-old. She was animated, articulate, and she had a flair for the dramatic. “Who knows? Maybe she’ll be a writer.”

  “Oh, God. That’s worse,” Addison said.

  “Or she’ll end up the ruler of some remote island somewhere,” Christie joked.

  Addison laughed. “Distinct possibility,” she agreed. “She’s got the imagination; that’s for sure.”

  “See? Takes after you too.”

  Addison smirked. Oh, I don’t know. Emma can be pretty damn imaginative.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Addison was surprised to find Emma in the pool when she arrived home. Emma generally sat beside the pool in the evening sipping a glass of wine after the kids went to bed. Addison smiled at the vision that greeted her. Emma was lounging against the far wall. Addison let her eyes roam methodically over Emma’s body. Emma’s legs were stretched out in front of her. Her arms were stretched across the stone foundation that surrounded the pool, and her head was casually resting against its rim. Addison was content to study her wife silently. The sun was setting, but a hint of its descending rays still reflected off the red highlights of Emma’s blonde hair. There was a reason Emma Bronson had been voted sexiest woman by magazine after magazine over the years—she was.

  “Are you going to just stand there all night or did you think you might want to join me?” Emma asked without changing position in the slightest.

  “I didn’t think you heard me.”

  Emma opened one eye. “I didn’t. I felt you.”

  “You felt me?”

  Emma let both eyes open. “Yes.”

  “How did you feel me exactly?” Addison asked.

  “Not the way I could if you would get in this pool.”

  Addison wondered if someone had turned the sun back on. The heat of Emma’s gaze was searing. A memory flashed through her mind of Emma wading into the pool after the Emmy Awards their first year together. She felt her cheeks flush and sucked in a deep breath.

  “I’m not sure this is the best attire,” Addison commented.

  Emma arched her brow. “Do you need attire at all?”

  “Are you propositioning me?” Addison flirted.

  Emma grinned. “I am.”

  Addison’s heart rate instantly increased.

  “Well?” Emma challenged. “It’s not like you haven’t gone skinny dipping in this pool before.”

  That was true. Addison had done a lot more than skinny dipping in the pool. It had been a long time since she and Emma had indulged in an evening swim alone. Addison combed her thoughts trying to recall a similar situation. She came up empty. Addison had always been the one in the pool, usually swimming laps. Emma would surprise her by wading into the pool to greet her. Occasionally, Emma would put on a show for Addison, disrobing piece by piece as she made her way through the water. Addison loved those moments. None had ever compared to the night Emma had arrived home, Emmy in hand, and made her way into the pool wearing a gown that had cost thousands of dollars.

  “Addison,” Emma called for her wife’s attention. Addison looked at Emma. Emma smiled. “Where did you go?” she asked.

  Addison shook her head. She pulled her shirt over her head and took off her jeans as Emma looked on appreciatively. “I was just thinking,” Addison said as she moved closer to the pool.

  “So was I,” Emma said.

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah. Why are you still wearing anything?” Emma asked playfully.

  “You are,” Addison observed candidly.

  Emma let go of the wall and removed her bikini top in one fluid motion.

  Addison nearly swallowed her tongue. How Emma managed to make her knees buckle after so many years was a wonder even to Addison. “Jesus, Em. You are so beautiful.”

  Simple. Honest. Sincere. That was Addison. Emma smiled at her wife. She had planned a playful night in the pool with Addison. Something in Addison’s eyes was beckoning her to come up with a new plan. She began making her way out of the pool just as Addison was wading in. Addison threw her bra aside and walked into Emma’s arms.

  “Hi, you,” Emma greeted her wife.

  “Hi,” Addison replied.

  Emma lifted her hands to Addison’s cheeks and pulled her in for a delicate kiss that gave just the hint of explorations to come.

  Addison sighed. “You taste sweet.”

  Emma chuckled. “You taste like coffee. Long day?” Emma guessed.

  “Yeah, but I like how it’s ending.”

  Emma kissed Addison’s nose. “I missed you today.”

  “Really?”

  “Really. Why do you think I had to take a swim? I needed to cool off.”

  Addison pulled back slightly and smirked. “I thought you spent today with Tam?”

  “She left at three.”

  “Oh? And, what have you been up to for that last four and a half hours?” Addison asked.

  “Do you really want to know?” Emma teased.

  Addison’s pulse quickened. “Yes, I do.”

  “I told you, I was missing you.”

  “And, that made you need to cool off?”

  “It was either that, or I was going to stop waiting for you,” Emma explained.

  Addison understood Emma’s meaning perfectly. “Oh? Is there something that I can help you with, Mrs. Blake?”

  Emma’s hand dropped to Addison’s breast.

  “Or I guess you could just help yourself,” Addison commented.

  Emma smiled. She captured Addison’s lips in a deliciously tender kiss. Her fingertips fluttered across Addison’s nipple, and Addison gasped in pleasure. “What were you thinking about earlier?” Emma inquired.

  “You.”

  “Me? What about me?” Emma asked as she continued to fondle Addison’s breasts.

  Addison gently bit the inside of her lip to keep from losing control.

  “Well? What about me?” Emma repeated the question.

  “I was remembering the night you won your Emmy.”

  “Which one?” Emma teased.

  “You know which one.”

  Emma grinned. “I think I can guess—yes.”

  Addison’s hand cupped Emma’s cheek. “Em?”

  “What, love?”

  “I want to make love to you.”

  Emma lost her breath. “Addy?”

  Addison kissed Emma passionately. “Please,” she whispered. “I want to make love to you.”

  “Addy?”

  Addison pulled back and pleaded with silently with Emma.

  Emma smiled. She took Addison’s hand in hers and began to lead Addison from the pool. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around Addison before retrieving one for herself. She wasn’t sure what Addison was thinking, but Emma would never deny Addison a direct request. She wanted Addison. Addison needed something she had yet to speak from Emma. Emma would let Addison set the course for the evening.

  “Go take a quick shower,” Addison suggested.

  “Without you?” Emma complained.

  Addison placed a sweet kiss on Emma’s lips. “What if I promise you that it will be worth the wait?”

  Emma had no doubt that Addison would be worth the wait. She’d gladly wait forever for just a moment to love Addison. Thankfully, she would never have to. Emma took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Her plan for seduction had taken an unexpected turn. She guessed that a playful evening was about to give way to an emotional night of lovemaking. That was not a turn Emma would ever complain about.

  Addison kissed Emma again. “Trust me this time.”

  “I do.”

  “I’ll see you in a minute,” Addison promised.

  Emma sighed, kissed Addison on the cheek, and made her way to the bathroom. She had to admit, at least t
o herself, that a hot shower would feel good. She turned on the steady stream of water and climbed in. Emma stood underneath the hot flow and let it run over her. She reached over and retrieved her shampoo, working a thick lather through her blonde waves. She closed her eyes as the water cascaded over her, washing the suds down her body and wafting the sensual scent of jasmine into the air. She sighed enjoying the way the hot spray relaxed her muscles, and let her thoughts drift back to Addison. Addison. So gentle. Emma startled when she heard the shower door open and close.

  “Miss me?” Addison asked from behind her.

  “Always,” Emma replied. She moaned when Addison’s hands began to caress her hips. “I thought you wanted to take me to bed.”

  “I said that I wanted to make love to you. I didn’t say where I want to make love to you,” Addison replied.

  Emma’s skin began to tingle in anticipation. Whatever Addison had envisioned for them; it was not what Emma had expected. Aren’t you just full of surprises.

  Addison’s hands continued their sensual journey over the curves of Emma’s hips to Emma’s stomach, and slowly toward her breasts. “I remember the first shower I took here,” Addison commented.

  “You were shivering,” Emma recalled. She started to turn in Addison’s embrace, and Addison stopped her.

  “Because I wanted you,” Addison said.

  “You were freezing,” Emma said.

  “I wanted you so badly it hurt,” Addison told her wife. “I was so in love with you even then, Emma.”

  “I was in love with you too,” Emma confessed.

  “Mm. I know.”

  Addison’s hands continued to caress Emma tenderly. She moved a step closer to Emma and Emma’s eyes flew open in surprise at the sensation that brushed against her. “Addy?”

  Addison smiled. She moved Emma’s hair aside and kissed Emma’s neck. “What? You think you are the only one who has fantasies?”

  Emma closed her eyes again as Addison’s lips traveled down her neck to her shoulder. Addison’s hands were roaming over her hips, her stomach, her breasts, her arms, mapping out every inch of Emma’s body gently. She could feel the foreign sensation of the phallus she had purchased for them against her. It had been longer than Emma could recall since she had asked Addison to make love to her this way. The notion that Addison might take that initiative at all surprised her. Emma let her weight fall back into Addison. Addison knew her better than anyone. And, one thing that Emma knew for certain; nothing aroused Addison as much as making love to her did. It had taken Addison time to share her desires with Emma. Many times, Emma had to coax Addison to let herself go completely. Addison had often told Emma that she always wanted Emma to feel cherished. Somewhere along the line in Addison’s life, she had developed the idea that sexual fantasy could equate to cheapening a bond. More than that, Addison was aware of how often Emma had been objectified by people both publicly and privately. That was not a role she ever wanted to play in Emma’s life. Emma had almost always taken the lead in their intimate life. Feeling Addison behind her, pressed against her, touching her, knowing that Addison was planning to seduce her, and fulfill a fantasy they shared made Emma dizzy with desire.

  “Em,” Addison breathed into Emma’s ear.

  “Hum?” Emma barely managed as a reply.

  “You smell like jasmine,” Addison sighed. “I remember stepping into this shower and feeling you all around me. You weren’t here. I wanted you to be here, just like this.”

  Emma licked her lips. She was fighting a raging internal battle. Part of her wanted to spin around and claim Addison’s lips in a hungry kiss. Addison’s fingers were dancing over her body in time with the droplets of water that fell from above in a gentle caress, meandering gracefully, never stopping in any one place—drifting effortlessly. The heat from the shower and the shivers Addison’s touch produced made for an intoxicating combination and contrast.

  Addison’s teeth nipped lightly at the flesh of Emma’s shoulder. Emma moaned desperately. Addison smiled. She let her hands wander slowly up the center of Emma’s body and brush over both of Emma’s nipples. She teased the tips tenderly until she felt Emma’s breathing begin to quicken. Addison pinched lightly and then softened her touch again, repeating the same action over and over until Emma’s moans grew deeper and louder.

  “So beautiful, Em,” Addison whispered. She leisurely allowed her right hand to fall down Emma’s torso until it brushed the soft curls between Emma’s legs. “Perfect,” Addison said.

  Emma wondered if she would be able to keep her balance against Addison’s advances. Addison’s fingers began tracing circles around her center. Addison’s touch was so light that she could barely detect it. Deliberately, Addison began to allow her fingers to explore and probe Emma’s softness with abandon. Emma moved closer to Addison, encouraging Addison to continue, to give her more.

  “Emma,” Addison breathed in Emma’s ear. She slipped a finger inside Emma and began to thrust gently in and out of her.

  “Addy, please.”

  “Please? Just feel me,” Addison instructed her wife.

  Emma tried to slow her breathing and relax into Addison’s touch. She had been thinking about Addison all day; so much so that she had considered relieving the ache that had taken up residence between her legs early that afternoon. It had reminded her of the first time she had made love with Addison. Emma recalled sitting on the floor of Addison’s apartment building, leaning against Addison’s door thinking that she would combust if she didn’t get to touch Addison soon. She had never desired anyone the way she desired Addison Blake. That desire had yet to fade. When they touched, Emma always felt that Addison was encompassing her entire being. It made her want more—to be as close to Addison as any person could—to be part of Addison. Emma closed her eyes and sucked in a desperate breath. Addison’s fingers were pumping in and out of her and tugging gently at her right nipple at the same time. Emma was afraid she might not be able to hold out for Addison’s plans.

  Addison felt Emma’s muscles gripping her fingers. She took a step back and moved her hands to Emma’s hips for a moment. Emma gasped when she felt the girth of the strap-on against her. Gently, Addison entered her. Emma gasped. Addison began her movements slowly, holding onto Emma’s hips firmly as she moved in and out of her wife. Emma’s hands reached for the wall in front of her. She bent over slightly and began to meet Addison’s thrusts with the sway of her hips.

  “Oh, God, Addy,” Emma cried out.

  Addison’s heart was thrumming in her chest. She had never told Emma about her fantasy, but she had allowed herself to bask in it many times. She loved making love to Emma this way. Every time they had engaged in this sensual act, Addison had been looking in Emma’s eyes. Making love to Emma this way was one of the most intimate experiences that Addison had ever had. She feared diminishing that in any way. Emma’s seduction earlier in the week had prompted Addison to take a chance. She hoped that Emma would greet her fantasy with eagerness and not apprehension.

  “Is this okay?” Addison asked.

  Emma sighed at the tone of insecurity in Addison’s voice. Addison was incredibly loving. Was this okay? Emma closed her eyes and savored the feeling of Addison pressed against her, inside her, holding her close. “It’s perfect,” Emma promised.

  Addison lifted one hand back to Emma’s breast. She cupped it tenderly and then began to play with the already erect nipple that was calling for her attention.

  “God, Addy… God… You feel so good.”

  Emma’s words washed over Addison and she thrusted into Emma as deeply as she could. Emma’s choked cry of pleasure spurred Addison on. She pulled back in a painfully slow stroke. She nearly withdrew from Emma before driving forward again gradually until Emma cried out.

  “Addy, please… Don’t stop. Please,” Emma begged.

  Addison’s pulse rate increased in time with the pace of her movements. Each time Emma pressed against her, a pulse went directly through her center, leavi
ng a pleasant tingle of anticipation in its wake. She could feel her arousal building as she made love to Emma. And, she did want to make love to Emma. She wanted to hear Emma scream her name. She wanted Emma to beg her for release. Emma could drive Addison to the brink of insanity, and Addison knew that Emma enjoyed that challenge. Right now, Addison wanted to take Emma someplace she had never been. With each moan and each sigh, Addison was quickly abandoning her reservations. She loved Emma more than life itself, but at the moment lust was taking the lead in their dance.

  “You are making me crazy, Em. Do you know how much I love feeling you like this?”

  Emma felt a warm stream flow from her core. “Deeper, Addy,” she breathed heavily.

  “You like feeling me inside you,” Addison moaned.

  “Yes,” Emma replied. “I like hearing you.”

  “You like hearing me tell you how good you feel?” Addison asked.

  “Yes.”

  Addison squeezed Emma’s nipple and then released it. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this.”

  Emma bit her lip and moved to grind into Addison as forcefully as she could. Her clit was throbbing with need, and Addison’s deliberately slow strokes were making her crazy. She wanted Addison to take her completely.

  “Are you wet?” Emma asked, hoping to urge Addison on.

  Addison groaned. “For you,” she replied.

  “I want to taste you,” Emma said.

  Instinctively, Addison thrust into Emma. Her pace quickened with heightened urgency. Emma struggled to hold herself up. “Addy, please… God… Please, baby.”

  Addison dropped both hands back to Emma’s hips to steady her. “Emma,” Addison called to her wife. “Yes… Jesus, Em,” Addison said.

  “Addy… I’m so close, baby—so close. Don’t stop. Please. Just… Oh, God!”

  Addison felt Emma’s knees begin to give and she tightened her hold on Emma’s hips. “I have you,” Addison promised. “I have you. Let it go,” Addison whispered. She kissed Emma’s back and nipped lightly.

  “Addy!” Emma screamed Addison’s name as her body shook.

  Addison slowed her pace but continued to gently glide in and out of Emma.