“Then why did you stop me?” My teeth grazed upon his flesh, nibbling down his neck.
“Because I want to touch you,” he confirmed.
My lips and tongue swiped over his lips. “You are so delicious.”
He let out a low laugh that vibrated off my mouth. I breathed him in.
“Winter, I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“You have, have you?”
“Yes.”
“What have you been thinking about?”
“About touching you, kissing you, spreading you wide and tasting you,” he said. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my bare breasts to his bare chest. He slicked his tongue over my shoulder. “I cannot get enough of you. I can never get enough of you, Winter.”
And I knew exactly what he meant. I could never get enough of him either.
Cayden kissed my neck then bit it gently before he started sucking the soft supple flesh, raising the blood to the surface. It was fabulous. I moaned at this feeling of being consumed. It sent chills over the entire surface of my skin and made my sex quiver.
“You’re shaking.” He breathed against my neck. Cayden placed his lips to my overactive pulse. “And your heart is racing.”
“Yes.” I felt his smile against my flesh. “My turn,” I said. “Do you have any upcoming scenes to shoot where your shirt is off?”
He let out a low laugh. “No, why?”
“Good,” I said. My mouth brushed against his shoulder and the crook of his neck. I kissed, licked, and sucked until I made my mark on the surface of his flesh. “That’s why. My mark, you are mine.”
“Baby, I’ve always been yours,” he said, kissing my jawline before he meandered down my neck, sucking again, making a second mark. “My mark, you are mine.” Cayden rocked me against him. “Winter?”
“Yes.” I breathed.
“What’s the record?” he asked, still murmuring against my neck.
“Record?”
“How many times did you come the last time?”
“Four.”
“I need to do something about that,” he crooned.
“Oh yeah, like what?”
“Like improve the record.”
“And you are confident you can improve it?”
Cayden’s mouth brushed over my mouth. “Extremely.”
“Cayden?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Is the door locked?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said.
“Good. I think our heavy petting session is done.”
“So I’m going to kiss you now,” he assured before his lips met mine.
We kissed so long and so hard my lips tingled. Cayden kissed me deeply, and while he stayed placed at my lips, I experienced Cayden’s kiss shoot to every secret spot on my body.
“Babe, I love how you kiss me,” I mumbled against his mouth.
“I love your mouth, I could kiss you forever.” He outlined the line of my lips, running the swell of them. “And the taste of you….”
Cayden shifted my body, placed my back on the couch, and yanked my pajama bottoms off. When he found himself successful, he flung them to the floor. With the smile of a well-pleased man, he started to smooth his hands over the surface of my stomach before moving them between my thighs. He spread me.
“Ah…God, Winter, everything about you is gorgeous.”
He gazed at me, obviously seeing all of my pink parts.
“I’m glad you like what you see.”
“Baby, I love what I see,” he said, staring at me.
To have Cayden look, really look, always sends heat waves over my flesh. He gazes at me like I am a gift, precious, and priceless. He stares with appreciation, honor, desire, love, lust. He watches me as if I am the answer to every question he ever had, as though my body holds secrets that only he can unlock. He makes me see stars, the rise of the dawn, the splendor of being a woman, the essence of me.
Cayden’s mouth caressed me, kissed me along my secret place between my pink creases. I shook.
“Winter?” he said.
“Yes?” I breathed.
“I’m going to put my tongue on your pretty little clit,” he murmured against me. The vibration of his honey tones flickered across my universe. “Do you want that, baby?”
“Oh, yes,” I moaned.
He kissed me softly between my thighs all the while his fingers caressed my folds.
“I love how wet you get for me,” he said, and parted me, intimately.
“Does that feel good?” .
I shook. “Yes, Cayden.”
“Tell me,” he said.
The vibration of his voice upon me was tantalizing. Cayden kissed my clit.
“It….” I tried to speak, but he kissed once more. “Um…it feels….”
“Feels?”
Another well-placed kiss to my clit made me quiver.
“Oh, my God,” I muttered.
“Tell me how it feels.”
“Um….” I bit my bottom lip and felt more kisses. “So…” Cayden skimmed his mouth over my wetness. “Good.” I managed to squeak.
“I’m going to taste you,” he warned before his tongue flicked out gently. I quaked when he brushed it once against me. “Do you like that?” His voice low and thick with hunger.
“Yes, I-I like that.”
“Mmm…,” he murmured against me then blew against the spot where he murmured. I quivered. “You’re shaking.”
“Yes,” I said. He nuzzled my center with his mouth. I shook again.
“I love to feel you shake. Especially…when my mouth is here.” Cayden pressed his mouth to me firmly, directly upon my stimulated clit just as he had warned me. I quivered. “Yes, just like that.” His tongue ran up my folds in a search. Once he located what he wanted, he licked and caressed me with his tongue then stopped. “My mark,” he said. He swirled his tongue against me and groaned. “This pretty pink pussy is all mine.”
“Yes. All yours. I’m all yours.”
Sounds of pleasure fell out of me, following the waves of bliss that lapped against me as Cayden worked me with his mouth. I started to shake, shudder, tremble. He stopped. Cayden was teasing me. I sighed.
“Not yet,” he said. Once again, I felt the vibration of his voice against me.
“No fair,” I said breathless.
“I told you I don’t play fair, baby.” Cayden moved back to my slick center with his tongue. His mouth became greedy against me while he made low sounds of enjoyment between intermittent nuzzles, and licks. “You taste so good.” His words sent spasms buzzing through me, resting in my core. He sucked my fully tantalized flesh between his lips. My thighs quivered. He pulled softly with his teeth. I grabbed the edge of the couch. His tongue mapped the line of me, dipping into me. I wanted to come. “Mouthwatering.”
“Aaa…,” I moaned and arched into him. “You’re killing me, babe.”
I felt his tongue again, lick, twirl then he stopped. “Am I?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I bit my bottom lip. Shook my head. My hair splayed across the leather cushion. I placed my hands above my head and held onto the arm of the couch.
“Tell me, baby, do you want me to stop?” he asked again.
“No.”
Cayden twirled his tongue around my clit then stopped. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stop?”
“No, please….” He slid a finger inside of me as a reward. “Ah…Cayden you make me feel so….”
“What?” he said. He sucked and fingered me.
“Good…oh God,” I muttered. Cayden slid his mouth against my moist wet center. He was lapping, twirling, and licking me with precision while his finger teased me. My legs quivered. I moaned. He stopped. Pulled his finger free.
“Watching a movie was a really good idea, but I think you are going to miss the love scene. It’s coming up now.”
His warm breath mixed with the vibration of his silk voic
e against my inflamed orb, burning hotter than the surface of the sun. I was close to climax. Cayden reached for the remote. He turned the volume up on the TV so loud it was thumping.
“What?” I muttered.
His low laugh buzzed over me then he brushed his lips across my moist center. “This way no one can hear you when I make you scream my name,” he said seductively, “and Winter….”
“Yes?” I breathed out the word upon tremulous lips.
“I am going to make you,” he promised.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
Cayden laughed. He slid his hands up my back, lifting me from the couch. He placed me down on his lap. I was straddling him again but this time he positioned my body onto him with expert precision. His hands grasped my hips, welding me to him.
“I think I do.” Cayden pushed deep inside of me with a low erotic groan. The sound made me twitch around him. “Yes,” he said, “I definitely do know.”
Feeling him inside of me I muttered, “Oh….” Losing my voice.
“You feel so good.” His words came out breathless. He held my hips firmly and rocked me forward on him.
Oh, for the love of all that is holy.
“Cayden!”
“So warm,” Cayden murmured then thrust once more. I gasp. He swayed me. Thunder began to rumble from deep within my core.
“Oh….” I trembled.
“So wet.” He breathed. His warm breath seeped into my mouth. He thrust yet again. I shuddered. He pitched my hips frontward, hitting my spot.
“Aaa….” I groaned. “Babe, yes….”
“That’s the spot baby. That sweet spot is mine.” He growled low and throaty. He thrust.
“Yes….”
“So tight.” He grunted then propelled his hips upward. My fingers bore into his strong shoulders. I was there, all the way there. “Say my name, baby. I want to hear you say my name.”
“Cayden….” I floated up, up, up then over the edge of pleasure. He drove into me again. “Ah…Cayden!” And I did scream out in pure unbridled delight, “Oh God!” He lifted my hips up, pulled them down, and plunged into my tightness, impelling me. “Oh yes babe, I love you,” I confirmed, loudly. I shook with another wave of pleasure. I was coming over top the last wave of climax. I buried my face into his neck constricting around him, unable to stop myself. “Cayden.” I muttered into his flesh.
“Winter, let’s see if you can do that again,” he commented as he acted out in great detail with my body the X-rated version of the love scene playing on the big screen in the room.
Chapter Sixteen
Everything Ends
Thursday morning found the arrival of two studio executives along with Zander at the estate. I was trying to hurry. I dressed quickly, so I could get back downstairs. All I could think about was our rather short, rather odd conversation over breakfast.
Chandler said, “What are we going to tell them?”
Cayden replied calmly. “The truth, Chandler.”
“They won’t be happy with the truth.”
“Who cares,” Cayden said, almost belligerent.
“Who’s coming?” I asked.
Chandler looked at me for a moment. His expression stern. “Some people from the studio.”
“Oh,” I said.
It took me two tries to button my shirt. My first attempt looked as if a preschooler buttoned it. This little visit today was probably why Cayden, Chandler, and Zander were all acting so strangely yesterday. Let’s face it. A visit from California was more than likely not a good thing. Anxiety walloped me. Nervous about what Cayden would say to our west coast visitors. I think I was in fact experiencing a slight panic attack over what he might do as well as what he might say.
When my feet hit the bottom stairs, I heard a group of men in the great room. Feeling my head spin, I stopped. Lightheaded again. I grabbed a hold of the railing to steady myself before moving on.
A deep voice echoed from inside the great room. It seemed to waft up the stairs where I stood. “Cayden, do you want to tell us what is going on here?”
“What do you want to know?” Cayden asked.
“What is going on with this author?”
“Winter,” Cayden corrected, “her name is Winter.”
“I know she has been working with Zander and completed the script. Why is she still around?”
“She is around, because I wish her to be around,” Cayden replied. I recognized the twinge of anger in his voice and visualized what his face would look like, fierce.
“I told you, Mackenzie.” Another male voice chimed in. “We saw it when we watched the news clip from the premiere. The way he looked at her and she at him.”
The deep voice said, “Just so we are all on the same page here, are you and Winter having some sort of affair?”
Chandler’s husky voice broke in saying, “My brother’s personal life is really none of the studio’s concern. Cayden meets his obligations and has made you quite a bit of money. I would think who he spends his time with is his own business. Anyway, there would need to be other relationships involved here to be considered an affair.”
“Yes…but his image is our business, especially when he is running around in public with someone one who is supposed to be engaged to you, Chandler, not to mention someone who has issues surrounding her past with this crazy Dane fellow. He has been making death threats against Cayden. We really don’t need that kind of publicity.”
Oh God. There it was. What I’d always feared. My heart felt like it was going to burst through my chest with panic. Actual death threats had been made. This is why everyone was home yesterday, acting so strange. I feared, truly feared for Cayden. In my mind, I saw Cayden’s headstone alongside Austin’s. The idea someone could take away my life, my love, my soul, set my skin icy cold. I could not allow someone to harm Cayden.
I don’t know how much of the conversation I missed. I only started listening again hearing, “…and her past engagement to someone who was not only involved with our studio but who also resembled Cayden.” The deep voice paused. “Oh yes, and let’s not forget she has got to be what fourteen, fifteen years older than you Cayden?”
“First,” Cayden replied, his voice eerily calm. “I have not been running around in public doing anything unacceptable. Second, Winter was in danger at the premiere, and I wasn’t going to let that man touch her. I’m not worried about the death threats. We can handle things. Next, I will not discuss Winter’s past engagement only to say his name was Austin. He was a person who died, so I would hope we could be respectful of that. And finally, I am in love with Winter, and I don’t care who knows it. I would appreciate you not insult her or me by speaking about such trivial things such as her age. It does not matter how old I am or how old she is.”
The deep voice asked, “Zander, what is your opinion on all of this?”
Zander replied, “I believe Cayden and Winter have been doing their very best to keep their relationship out of the public eye, even going as far as to let the press believe Winter is with Chandler. I do not know many people who would put up with such a tangled mess if they did not truly love and want to protect each other. It’s their deep commitment and concern for each other’s safety which has put us here. If they were only interested in a quick fling, we would not be sitting here discussing this. I understand all of the concerns here but at this point maybe it is best to come clean and let Cayden and Winter live their lives together.”
“Well,” the deep voice replied. “I do not believe that would be in the best interest of Cayden’s career or the best interest of the studio’s investment into his career.”
“If you believe my career or the lack of it will keep me away from Winter, you are wrong,” Cayden said.
The deep voice replied sternly, “Let me remind you, Cayden, we did hear your interview with the French magazine so we do know your intentions. You are obligated under contract to complete two more films. We will hold you to that obligati
on.”
I had to stop this. The conversation was getting out of hand. I could not let Cayden do this, throw away his career, get involved in what was sure to be litigation with the studio if he walked away along with more publicity, horrible publicity if he did. But even more important and pressing was the death threat to Cayden. This was the thing I feared the most. I could not stand-back, pretend, or lie to myself that everything was going to be okay. It wasn’t okay. I refused to be responsible for bringing death to Cayden’s doorstep. I had to do something. I’d ran out of time. I placed my hand to my stomach.
“We need to protect your daddy,” I whispered.
I stepped off the stairs and walked into the room. It became silent, so silent you could probably hear a pin drop. Cayden looked at me and smiled tenderly. “Everyone, this is my Winter,” he announced.
I glanced around the room to see an older man standing by the window wearing a coffee brown suit and cream-colored tie. His loafers were shinned to perfection. His hair was snow white, cut short and gave the impression of a square jawline. He was wearing silver-rimmed glasses that he adjusted upon his nose. I guessed this was Mackenzie. Beside him was a younger man, tall and slim. His wore his blond hair spiked and buzz cut around the sides. He was dressed a little more casual, wearing a black suit coat, jeans, and a woolen gray scarf over a gray shirt with no tie. He reminded me of a model on the cover of a L.L. Bean catalog. Zander, who was wearing his usual Armani, sat in a high backed armchair with Chandler and Cayden sitting on opposite ends of the long velveteen couch.
“Hello,” I said.
“Winter,” Cayden called out, so I walked over to him. He took my hand when I sat down beside him. “This is Mackenzie Wayne Phillips.” Cayden glanced in the direction of the white-haired man. “This is Steve Walters.” Cayden motioned to the younger of the two.
“It is nice to meet you both,” I said. “May I ask a question, Mr. Phillips?”
“Certainly,” he replied.
“I once knew someone named Stanton Phillips. Would he be related to you?”
Mackenzie smiled, allowing his face to crinkle. “Yes, he is my son. He no longer works for me but please, call me Mackenzie.”
“Your son was very nice and complementary to someone I loved. I liked Stanton. I hope he is well.”
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