Mode lMisbehavior

by Stephanie Williams; LaVerne Thompson

  How did the other women do it? She didn’t care how much he talked to the models before a shoot, or how well they knew each other. There was no way in hell anyone could walk away from a modeling session with him and not be hornier than a rabbit on Viagra.

  “I admit it was something different,” she finally said. “If someone told me I would be doing nude modeling, I would have looked at them as though they’d grown an extra head.”

  TJ laughed. Damn it was sexy. He reached over, took a cracker and put some goose liver pate on it. His hand slowly stretched across the table toward her mouth.

  “Open wide,” he said huskily.

  Instead of opening her mouth, she instinctively closed her legs tighter.

  “What’s the matter? Don’t you like pate?”

  “Huh? Oh yeah, yeah.” She opened her mouth slightly and he slid the cracker in. As he removed his fingers, she could taste him more than the pate, and there was no contest of what tasted better.

  “You know, I could feed you all night long,” he cooed.

  Dear Lord.

  Chapter Five

  TJ had her. It was just a matter of a little more prodding.

  He read the desire in her gaze. As cool as she was trying to be, she couldn’t hide her arousal. He spotted it when she fidgeted. If he touched between her legs he’d bet his pay from this shoot she’d be wet. He stifled a groan at the thought. Still he wanted to touch her, perhaps not that way—yet.

  He raised his hand again and wiped the side of her mouth. “You had a little pate there.” When he removed his hand and her tongue snaked out to lick the spot he’d just touched, he did groan. She grinned, the little minx. Tina knew she was also getting to him. Good. He wasn’t in this alone.

  When their food came, they fed each other. She took no bite that he didn’t put in her mouth, and she did the same for him. They never made it through the entire meal. He ended up calling for the check. After signing for it, they stood, and together they walked out of the restaurant.

  Standing on the curb, he stared, unable to take his eyes off her to see who else might have been around. He framed her face with his hands and kissed her. Gently. He didn’t want to overwhelm her with the way he felt. So much for his golden rule. Pulling away, he whispered. “I want you.”

  ****

  Without another word, he took her hand and flagged down a cab. The touch of his lips still vibrated in every part of her body. The cab pulled to a stop in front of them and she had no choice other than to get in. He hustled in behind her.

  “Where to?” the cab driver asked.

  Tina folded her arms and just stared at him, unable to believe what she was about to do. TJ gave the driver the address for the W nearby and sat back looking at her. He took her hand. Neither said a word, knowing if words were exchanged the magic might be broken. She’d come to her senses and change her mind once they arrive at the hotel.

  TJ must have sensed her anxiety because he raised her hand and kissed it. At his brief kiss, the blood flowed through her body, and her heart beat a steady rhythm in anticipation of what would happen next. When the cab pulled up in front of the hotel, the lights were on outside the entrance. Evening had fully settled over the city. He got out first and held the door open for her, offering her his hand.

  Now Tina had a choice. She could say good night and give the driver her address. Instead, she chose to place her hand in his; to trust in herself and in him. What was she, nuts? Yet, she still got out of that cab and followed him through the purple and red modern styled lobby. They weren’t the only couple on the elevator. They still hadn’t spoken but he continued to hold her hand.

  The elevator stopped on the seventh floor and they stepped off before the other couple. Again in silence, he led her down the hall and to his hotel room. He used his key card to open the door and she walked across the threshold.

  “Nice,” she managed to say, glancing around the room. It was a one-room suite with a sitting area. A large flat screen television separated the two areas. She stopped in front of the TV and turned to face him.

  Before Tina could say another word, TJ had his arm around her waist and pulled her body flush against his. The familiarity of it all had her aching for more. His mouth descended to cover hers and she raised her face to meet him. Rational thought flew out of her head. Who could think when your body was infused with such heat?

  He pushed the blouse she wore up to just below her breasts, and pulled back to whisper against her lips. “Stop me now.” His need blazed from his gaze, and she felt the heat in every cell. In answer, Tina released the hold she had on his shoulders and raised her hands so he could pull her top off, leaving her in a dainty zebra push-up bra. She wasn’t as quite endowed as her sister, but she had enough there because TJ had certainly appreciated them earlier and he licked his lips indicating he still did.

  Her breathing stopped until he touched the crest of her left breast. It rose at his touch when her lungs expanded with much needed air. Tina reached for his shirt and took it off, letting it drop at their feet, finally able to privately, and freely admire his expanse of chest. Her body had actually been pressed against all that earlier today— for most of the day. Raising her hands, she placed both palms on him. The warmth of him flooded straight to her center, and the vibration of his heart beating against her palms matched the rhythm of her own.

  “I don’t know what’s going on here,” Tina said. “What have you done to me?”

  “Nothing. Yet.” TJ unsnapped her bra while bending his head down to suckle her chin.

  “Really, I don’t do things like this.” The statement was a poor attempt to make him understand.

  “Oh, but you will. With me.” TJ stopped to stare directly at her. Tina saw the burning need in him. His pupils were dilated, and his nostrils flared like he was having trouble breathing. “Only with me,” he whispered before he covered her mouth with his again. But this time his tongue sought entrance and she let him in.

  Powerless to stop, she wrapped her arms around him. The descent of her body was inevitable. TJ took her down with him to the bed. Tina wrapped her legs around his waist, aching, straining against the rock hard bulge between his thighs. “Off,” she rasped. “I need these damn clothes off.”

  Their movements weren’t as choreographed as during the shoot. They were clumsy, rawer, more primal, but hotter. He pulled his boots off, she toed her shoes off, and both their pants ended up on the floor. Yeah, they were on fire. A damn inferno.

  His mouth was all over her. There wasn’t a part of his body she didn’t want to touch or to taste. They were frenzied in their need. After a day of touching and teasing, Tina wasn’t in the mood to do more. But still he made his way over her stomach, parted her legs and gazed at her core. His chest seemed to rise and fall with difficulty, and she could see the full long thick length of him pulsing toward her.

  Tina felt a river of need flowing out of her and trembled, wanting him to fill her, possess her. She’d never been more exposed in her life and all she could think of doing was opening herself even wider for him—beckoning, inviting him in. Her entire frame quivered in anticipation of his first thrust into her.

  “Beautiful,” he groaned before leaning down and laying the flat of his tongue against her throbbing clit. Tina’s hips left the bed and her eyes shut as the eruption spewed into his waiting mouth, but before the last tremor left her body, TJ crawled over her and filled her with his thick flesh. Every nerve ending fired again.

  Somehow she managed to open her eyes, but everything was hazy. He’d placed her legs over his shoulders. Tina gazed at the place where their bodies joined as his sleek, wet flesh pumped slowly in and out of her. He watched her watching them together. Then their gazes held. But his pacing increased. The tendons on his arms and neck stood out against his skin, and he moved even deeper and harder inside her.

  ****

  TJ had never felt anything more pleasurable in his life, and all he wanted to do was continue to move in
and out of her beautiful haven. A haven that cradled him perfectly. One specially made for him and only him. And he’d be damned if he let anyone else inside his home. Cause that’s what being inside her felt like—coming home.

  “I’m coming, baby,” he managed to moan. “But I can’t come in you.” When her inner walls clamped around his shaft and squeezed him, he didn’t know where he found the strength, but pulled out, coming on her navel like an undammed river. His body continued to jerk even after there was nothing left in him to give. And still he wanted more.

  “I’m sorry,” he said kissing her before rolling to his side and putting one arm across his face. “I don’t normally do that, but no condom. Hell that’s not true. I have never done that.” He turned his head to look at her. “I have never lost myself like that with a woman. Just so you know, I do always use a condom. But...there’s just something about you. It was so spontaneous and natural.”

  “Well, just for the record, I’m on the pill, but I always have my partner use condoms. This is a first for me, too.”

  “So we’re both okay?”

  She smiled and he smiled back. “I think so.”

  “Hang on a sec.” He jumped off the bed and headed for the bathroom to wet a washcloth. TJ cleaned up first. He was beginning to get hard again. Damn. He went back to the bed with another washcloth and wiped Tina off. “There, better?” he asked, sitting beside her.

  “Much,” she said and reached for him again.

  TJ wasn’t going to deny her, and wanted her again. So when Tina put her head in his lap and took him into her mouth, he was already hard and getting harder with each suckle. Carefully he shifted them until they both lay on their sides. TJ hovered above her sex with her legs spread around his face. He tasted her juices with his tongue, and damn if she wasn’t sweet down there.

  When her fingers grabbed his balls while her mouth moved up and down his shaft, he almost came. Instead, he groaned against her nether lips. Using his fingers, he spread her hood wider and began to suck and lick until he had her lifting her mound to meet each thrust of his tongue into her sweetness and she was moaning his name. Tina released him from her mouth and TJ rose up and over her, shifting their bodies once again so that she’d be on top. “Play with me, baby. Play.”

  She held his glistening shaft in her hand, holding him steady. Without taking her eyes off him, Tina moved her hips and lowered herself onto him. As soon as she did, he grabbed her waist and held her to him. “I just want to feel you like this for a moment. God, Tina, you feel so damn good. I don’t ever want to leave you.”

  “Then don’t,” she said and began to move.

  He helped her, lifting her up and down on him. Letting her take her pleasure from him and enjoying every second of it. But finally, TJ needed to give her the ultimate bliss. He needed to get her to peak. For him. Still inside her, he rolled them over until he was on top. He’d let her go slow on him, now it was his turn. He wanted it fast and he wanted deep. So deep that she’d never be able to get him out of her system. His first thrust went far inside her and had them both groaning.

  “Deep, baby,” she said. “Take it to the core. Let me feel you up inside all of me.”

  He withdrew until he was almost all the way out and she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Now, TJ,” she gasped, now.”

  He rammed himself into her and damn near erupted out of his skin. Hot searing heat surrounded him, and somewhere in the vicinity of his heart something flared. He knew life would never be the same for him again. TJ kissed the woman who lay in his arms, knowing at last he held the one.

  ****

  Tina heard TJ leave the hotel room. She’d been awake the entire time he’d gotten up and dressed. Even when he’d leaned over and kissed her cheek, she hadn’t moved. She didn’t know what to do.

  Damn, did she just jump into bed with someone she’d just met? So not like her, not at all. She always took things slow, got to know the men she went to bed with first. Not that there’d been that many of them, but she’d always been discerning. But one look at TJ and she was ready and willing to lie down and spread for him, and she’d do it again. In fact, she had, at least five times last night.

  What must he think of her? She rolled and buried her face in the pillow. That she was a slut, what else could he think. Did he do this kind of thing all the time? Stupid question. Of course he did. But she didn’t. What was it about him that drew her like a moth to a lighted candle in the middle of the night? Dare she find out?

  She glanced around the room. Where did he go anyway? The clock on the nightstand showed ten. Hopefully he went to get them some breakfast. Besides, they needed to talk. She had to make him understand this meant something to her, but what did it mean to him? Just then there was a knock on the door. Tina ran to the bathroom and grabbed the robe she thought would be there.

  “Coming! Did you forget your key?” Tina opened the door to stare into the green emerald eyes of a stunning red head. “Yes, may I help you?”

  The woman pushed past her and walked into the suite, calling out as she walked. “TJ! TJ!”

  “Ah, excuse me.” Tina frowned at the woman.

  The woman swung around on her booted heels and looked Tina up and down. “Where is my fiancé?”

  Tina’s stomach muscles clenched. She got a horrible feeling she wasn’t going to like the answer to her next question. “And who is your fiancé?”

  “Tim Jaxon, TJ.” The woman raised her left hand, waving her finger with one of the biggest rocks Tina had ever seen on it.

  “What?” Sourness started to erupt in her stomach.

  “Yes, unfortunately we had a little fight. Just a misunderstanding, but I’m here to make it all up to him.” She tossed her flaming red hair, looking as if she owned the place.

  “I see. Well, he’ll be right back,” Tina said. “Excuse me.”

  Tina walked back to the bedroom area, picked up her clothes, and went into the bathroom where she quickly washed her face. Her one thought was to get the hell out of there. She would call Gina and tell her, red dots or no red dots, she’d have to finish the damn shoot because there was no way Tina was posing with that son-of-a-cheating-bitch. After dressing, she was about to open the bathroom door and step out when the sound of TJ’s voice could be heard loud and clear. The muscle of her heart clenched in pain. Taking a deep breath, she yanked the door open to face her mistake.

  What she saw almost brought her to her knees. The red head was wrapped around TJ like a pretzel and his hands were on her waist. When she tried to move past them to the door, he finally noticed her. “Tina. Wait!”

  “Darling,” the woman drooled. “Let her go. I understand and so does she.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about?” TJ released his hold on the red head and pushed her away.

  Tina kept moving toward the door.

  “Tina, let me explain,” TJ said, trying to grab for her arm.

  She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Nothing to explain, she’s your fiancée.” She opened the door and shut it behind her, running down the hall toward the elevator. She heard a sound behind her but she’d turned the corner and the elevator was already open with someone getting off. Tina stepped on and it shut as she fought to hold back the tears until she could reach home.

  Chapter Six

  Tina made sure she stayed out of Gina’s way the rest of morning, only hanging around long enough to see how she fared with her rash and to tell her about the shoot. Just the shoot, nothing else that happened before, during, and definitely not after. Gina hadn’t even realized she hadn’t come home last night ’cause her medicine conked her out. Tina let her think she’d gotten home late.

  She stayed in her room staring at the television and fighting back tears every fifteen minutes until it was time to leave for the shoot. The fiasco of a few hours ago weighed heavily on her mind.

  Such a fool! She should have known TJ probably had a string of women, fiancée notwithstanding. How did she allow her
self to become another notch on his belt?

  Well, she learned her lesson. Tina wanted to go in and call off the shoot. But now Gina had dark spots where her rash used to be. It wasn’t a big problem that makeup couldn’t cover. But Gina had nothing less than flawless skin without the use of foundation, and she’d be damn if she showed up on a shoot looking like “Pizza Face,” as she put it.

  So Tina was stuck. No matter. She would finish the shoot and be professional about it. She wasn’t going to let TJ and the situation get to her. In fact, she would make it a point to ignore him, except when they posed together. The production crew and Ms. Bare would never know the difference.

  Easier said than done.

  ****

  Tina made it to Central Park and the location of the shoot. There was one problem, however. It started raining like cats and dogs. Steve called her earlier to make sure she wouldn’t be late. He actually paid her a compliment, telling Tina she was a pleasure to work with and he’d never seen cover shots look so natural right out the box from a newbie. Maybe he wasn’t such a gnome after all. Apparently he looked at the photos again last night, which gave him more ideas to put in Miss Bare’s and the photographers ear.

  But now it was pouring, so those shots would just have to wait. Oh well. Grateful, Tina gathered her things. That’s when she saw TJ approach the camera crew. She could make it back home without him noticing she was even there.

  “Okay, people, looks like the outdoor shots are shot,” Steve said with a chuckle at his own joke.

  Tina was heading toward the sidewalk when she felt a grip strong as death on her arm.

  “We need to talk.”

  Why did his voice have to sound so damn sexy?

  Tina turned quickly, staring at his hand on her arm but he didn’t budge. She shifted her gaze to his face. “There is nothing to say. Your fiancée said it all. Nice ring by the way. I’m sure she was pleasantly surprised. Or was she? Do you have other fiancées out there? You sure have enough women.”