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could never be anything more.
The bitter poignancy of that reality made what they had between them now all the sweeter. He
wanted to savor this moment as fully as he could. Make memories to last for years to come and maybe
leave her with a few fond memories, too.
She started to make those broken little gasps she did as her orgasm built. The gasps turned into
short, sharp cries, which built into long moans climaxing in a low scream of release.
He captured the sound with his mouth against hers, drinking in her pleasure, reveling in the sharp-
sweet residue of champagne on her breath, along with her natural berry taste.
Her body convulsed hard around his, her internal muscles milking him until he thought he d burst.
But in an act of Herculean discipline, he held off, found his rhythm again, and stroked her body to a
new climax.
Oh my God, she mumbled against his mouth. Yes. Yes!
He smiled against her lips, never breaking the slow rhythm of filling her to the hilt and retreating.
At least not until her legs clenched around his hips, her cries became more demanding, the rocking of
her hips more urgent.
He let his control slip a notch, let his thrusts pick up speed and intensity. Her hands speared into his
hair and he stared down at her, shocked at the naked desire shining in her eyes.
The power of their lovemaking built like a firestorm between them and around them, consuming
them and sweeping them before it in its majesty. Blake s control dissolved and he pounded into her
over and over, driven higher and higher by her answering thrusts. Her fingernails raked his back and
she grabbed his buttocks, crying out his name as the next orgasm slammed into her.
He might have let go himself, then, but compliments of last night, he knew her body was far from
finished. On and on the fire raged around them as they burned down the night. She climaxed again and
again, convulsing around him until he thought he d died and gone to Heaven. One last time, he felt the
power of an orgasm building within her and he stoked it carefully, feeding fuel to the fire, coaxing her
further and further until finally, with a long, keening cry, she came completely and utterly undone
around him.
With a shout of his own, he joined her in oblivion. The entire world exploded in a blinding blaze of
glory.
Gradually, he became aware of silence around them. Quiet. Peace, even. He was home. Never
before, and never again, would he experience anything to top that. He closed his eyes in a brief prayer
of gratitude for this moment of pure perfection.
Thank you, he managed to breathe aloud to the woman who d irrevocably changed him and his
perception of life.
I think I m the one who s supposed to be thanking you, she panted back. I ve never I had no
idea Just, wow.
He kissed her lightly, propping himself up on his elbows so he didn t crush her. Their bodies fit so
perfectly, and he was so spent that he made no effort at all to move away from her. And truth be told,
he had no desire to end this moment.
She gazed up at him, her eyes by turns serious and thoughtful before settling on something akin to
wonderment. He could watch her face forever. The play of emotions was a never-ending, ever-
changing kaleidoscope he found utterly fascinating.
Please tell me you re not going to grade my performance, she finally murmured.
This was safe ground. No talk of deep feelings and true love forever. He laughed lightly. You just
blew the grading curve completely off the scale, honey.
So that wasn t average sex? she asked in a small voice.
He grinned. If you look up epic sex in the dictionary, what we just did will be in there as the
example of how it s supposed to be done.
The insecurity lurking at the back of her gaze dissipated partway. He continued, I m serious,
Olivia. It s not that I ve slept around over the years, but I have had my fair share of good sex before.
And that he searched for words that was unlike anything I ve ever experienced. It was&
magic.
The rest of her insecurity evaporated in a brilliant smile that practically made his toes curl, it was
so fantastically beautiful to see.
So, Blake. I may have one teensy, tiny problem with what just happened.
Alarmed, he stared down at her. What?
I forgot to take mental notes for my scene tomorrow. We may have to do that again.
He frowned in mock seriousness. Well, now. That is a problem. But I suppose I can make the
sacrifice for the sake of your career.
Their laughter mingled with the scent of crushed rose petals and vanilla candles. Yup, this night
was pretty damned near perfect.
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Olivia floated out of bed the next morning, made love with Blake in the shower who knew soapsuds
could be so much fun? and glided down to her ride to the set. She smiled beatifically at Tyrone as
she sat down in his chair. Isn t it a glorious day? she asked her make-up artist.
Tyrone laughed aloud. Someone got laid last night but good. My money s on the Marine. Is he as
delicious as he looks?
Let s just say the Marines believe in truth in advertising. The words were out of her mouth before
it dawned on her what she d just let slip. Horrified, she looked up at her make-up artist beseechingly.
Please, she whispered in panic. You can t tell anybody.
Your secret s safe with me, girlfriend.
I mean it. This is important.
Tyrone nodded in understanding. People get bored spending hours and hours in my chair. They get
to talking. I hear all kinds of stuff. I m kind of like a movie set priest taking confessions. I wouldn t
last long in this business if I repeated any of the things I hear in my chair. Don t you worry. My lips
are zipped, Liv.
She would have smiled gratefully at him, but Tyrone was lining her mouth at the moment and would
scold if she messed up his work. Thankfully, for today s love scene, she d be prosthetic free. But
there would be a bunch of close-ups, so Tyrone s make-up job had to be impeccable. She made like a
statue while he worked his usual magic and lost herself in pleasant memories of last night.
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