Craig, Dede - Three Kisses of Lust (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (7 page)

She opened her eyes mid-kiss, meeting his while he looked at her. Their tongues were still gliding, slipping in and out.

“Tell me, Gia.” He circled his tongue around her inner lips again.

“I want you to—”

“Tell me,” he breathed.

“I want you to fuck—”

Before she could finish, he rammed his dick inside her and she screamed.

His hard cock pummeled into her. Thrusting in and out. Faster and faster, harder and harder.

Her nails dug deeper into his skin, her breath coming in sharp quick bursts.

His hands cupped underneath her ass and squeezed then pulled her into him.

She lifted her legs higher and placed her arms around his waist, pulling him closer. She arched her hips up then matched his rhythm with each pound.

His strokes went faster, and she screamed into his kiss.

He stopped, turned, his hands guiding her so she was now on top of him.

She sat up and curved her back with her hands on his chest.

His hands inched up, cupping her breasts. His eyes were rabid with lust.

She rocked back and forth, first slowly then building momentum. Faster, until she was riding his hard dick and she could feel him deep inside of her, throbbing in tune to her movements. Oh fuck, this was mind-blowing. She could feel her body ripple its thanks, over and over again.

He moved his hands to her hips, and her movement was faster while he guided her. ”Oh yes, Gia, just like that, ride my cock,” he whispered. “Fuck me.”

She rocked faster, and grabbed her swollen breasts. She was so close. Oh God, she was going to come.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His hard cock drove into her, hitting against her pussy walls, and she could feel the rise.

The waves. Everything was going blank. All that mattered was this feeling. Her heart was speeding in her chest. Her pussy walls contracted around his pumping cock, and she could hear him groan.

Then she came. Surging spasms hit her hard, snaking up from her core, up her spine, and settling into her head before crashing back down again. Her heart beating frantically in her chest. The euphoria was immediate, and while he ground against her, she smiled and laughed in ecstasy.

After two more thrusts, she heard him groan, and he slowed before collapsing back and pulling her with him.

He took her arm and pulled her to his chest, holding her while he kissed her again. This time his kiss was gentle, his soft lips brushing across hers.

She pulled away and placed her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat pounding. It was so loud, she could probably hear it from across the room.

“That was...” he panted, his body heaving with each breath.

Amazing, she answered silently.
Too amazing, and now...comes the regret.
Her body still throbbed with desire, and she could have remained like this for days, his body meshed with hers. But still, she could feel it, the snaking feeling of utter remorse after she’d done something she knew was wrong. This was wrong. Oh God, she thought, what had she done? She should never have slept with him. He was her boss. She had just met him. Within a couple of hours she was in his bed. Now he was going to think she was a slut, no different from any other actress out there.

“You’re frowning?” He kissed her on her forehead before sitting up onto his elbow while he stared at her.

He looked so adorable, sweet, sexy. She squeezed her eyes shut. Before she could control it, the warm liquid trickled through her shut eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He moved his hand and raised his thumb to wipe the trail of tears on her cheeks.

“I’m sorry. I’ve never done this before, never. This is not who I am. This was a mistake, I’m so sorry—”

His brow shot up in surprise. “You were a virgin?”

“No, not that. I mean this. Sleeping with someone I just met. My boss. You must think, I, I didn’t mean—”

He frowned softly, concern creasing his eyes. “Gia, this wasn’t just about sleeping with you. I don’t regret it, and trust me, I don’t think less of you. You are amazing.”

He kissed her again softly on her lips then moved his hand to stroke her face before placing his head onto the pillow, his face across from hers.

“I just feel so, well, like a common slut, you know. A triple C. A casting-couch coochie. You’re my boss!”

She turned away from him and stared at the ornate white ceiling and the large crystal chandelier. This was obviously his room. She twisted, taking in the rest of it she hadn’t noticed earlier. It was a mash-up of modern and antique. The four-poster bed and matching chaise was cut in cherry oak and engraved with intricate designs on the frames. The backboard and chair were upholstered in a soft beige suede. She shook her head, unable to control the bitter disappointment, more at herself for allowing it to get to this point.

He laughed softly into her ear before kissing her lobe. “A casting-couch coochie, eh? You guys sure have some interesting terms. You and Maggie probably get along great. Trust me, you are anything but. You are”—he moved to kiss her cheek—“an exquisite”—then her neck—“gorgeous”—then her mouth—“incredibly hot woman. I wouldn’t be a red-blooded man if I didn’t want you. I’m just lucky you wanted it, too. It was incredible. Gia, this is not just sex. Look at me.”

She turned her gaze slowly to his, unable to smooth the frown stretched across her forehead.

“I don’t do this either. I haven’t been with a woman in over a year. I can’t explain it, but it’s more than just a physical thing with you, much more.”

He seemed so serious. A year, try two years for her, but she didn’t want to go there. God, her body had wanted this. She had given in to her normal desires. Was it really that bad? She moved her hand slowly toward his hair. She moved her fingers through the top, staring at the silky black tufts glistening between her fingers. Her boss’s hair, she closed her eyes allowing the thought to echo. She had to get out of there before anyone found out. “I have to get back to the lot.”

“Will you come back and have dinner with me tonight?”

She chuckled softly. “Liam, seriously, how are we going to do this? I can’t be seen with my boss.”

“Just have dinner with me. We’ll worry about everything else later. Right now, all I can think about is seeing you again.” His hands moved to her face, caressing her cheek.

“I’m sure that’s all you can think of.” She smirked and stood up. She picked up her underwear before slowly pulling it back on, followed by her shorts and top. She ran her hands through her hair. Whatever style it had was long gone with the sweat of sex washing it away.

“They’re going to have a heart attack when they see my hair.”

He smiled, his eyebrow arching. “Well, they would understand if they knew the things we did.”

Gia flinched. “I really have to go. Are you coming back with me?”

“As much as I’d love to watch you all day, unfortunately not. I’ll let my driver take you back. I’ll be back later. I have some meetings. Should I ask him to wait until you finish your scenes then bring you here?”

She pursed her lips. It was way too mistress-y for her liking. “No, that’s all right. I brought my car this morning. Just give me the address so I can find it with my GPS.”

“Okay, I’ll text it to you. If I’m not here, if my meetings run late, please just wait for me. Looking at you now, maybe I should cancel all my meetings. Wait, your phone?”

She sighed, and her resistance crumbled while she watched him. “My assistant is bringing a new one. Go to your meetings. I’ll be here.”

“Promise?” He tilted his head to the side.

She rubbed her lips together and smiled. “Yeah. I promise.” Gia leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on his lips.

A mischievous grin spread across the soft planes of his face. “I’ll walk you out,” he whispered onto her mouth before giving her a quick kiss.

Liam pulled on his pants and shirt then led her to get her bag and out to the waiting car. He helped her into the back of the limo before leaning in and giving her a last hungry kiss. “See you later, gorgeous.” With a wink and a final caress of her cheek, he was gone.

Gia half frowned then smiled, still watching him when the car pulled away. God, he was hot. Too damn hot. With one last look at his gorgeous face, she knew even if just for a day, she would throw caution to the wind and simply go with it.

Suddenly she couldn’t wait for the day’s shooting to be through. Her body was already thanking her for it, throbbing happily in anticipation.

Chapter 4

The shoot was mercifully quick. Gia ran toward her trailer to change, almost tripping on the stairs. It was almost nine p.m. She entered her trailer and was glad to see her replacement phone on the table. Her assistant sure was efficient. Lana had fetched the phone from her home in Toluca Lake. The drive there and back would have taken twenty minutes with traffic, and with her call time, she couldn’t afford to waste any time.

One of the wardrobe assistants, Michelle, came in and helped her to remove the delicate pink Marchesa dress she wore for her last scene.

“Oh you’re going to die when you see tomorrow’s lineup. We’ve got the latest fall collection from Elie Saab, and the lace is exquisite.”

Gia raised her arms above her head while Michelle undid the zip before gently moving the dress down, and she moved her feet, stepping out of it.

She stepped out of the gold Louboutins just when Michelle swooped it up.

“Michelle, do you have something I can wear tonight, not designer, just something sexy, off the rack.”

Michelle stopped dead in her tracks and gave a wry smile. “Sexy? Does someone have a date?”

Gia smiled and pursed her lips, before making a zipping motion across her lips.

“Oh do tell, come on, Gia, I’ve dressed you for two years. You know you’re not the easiest to please. Give me this one simple pleasure.”

“Okay, fine, pull that one on me. Just because I refuse to be your guinea pig with your bohemian taste. It’s a pseudo date. I barely know him. I just want to look halfway decent. I only have my cutoffs and tee, hardly date night couture.”

“Is he hot?”

She slapped Michelle’s arm playfully. If anyone knew the sexual drought she’d been going through, Michelle did. Together they had commiserated the lack of decent, available, and straight men in Hollywood. Where had Liam Wright been hiding, and more importantly, why hadn’t he been snatched up yet?

“Okay, that grin tells me he is mega-hot. Is he in the industry?”

“Michelle, can you get me something to wear please?” She giggled when Michelle stepped out of the trailer.

Gia walked over to mirror. There was no way she was walking out with this truckload of foundation. She grabbed the facial tissue and doused it with the makeup remover. When it was sufficiently dampened, she tackled the layers on her face. She applied a layer of moisturizer, a slick of eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss and she was set.

Thankfully her hair was still decent. With the hairstylist on set, she had obsessively fixed every stray strand between every take. It was styled in long, loose waves. She removed her underwear before slipping back into her satin robe while she waited for Michelle.

She walked in just when she closed the tie on the robe.

“Here you go. This is perfect. It screams fuck-me-right-now, but with echoes of I’m-still-a-good-girl. Love it?”