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  Shit, I was blushing. “You’re crazy.”

  “No, you’re stunning.”

  “Oh, please.” I wasn’t high on myself, but I knew I was attractive. I’d never had any issues getting men to pay attention to me. It was the keeping of said men where I tended to have some challenges. “Keep talking like that and I’ll start to think you want to fuck me.”

  Reid lowered the camera. “I always wanted that.”

  Oh. Damn. I bit down on my bottom lip and let my gaze roll down his body, admiring the strong muscles in his forearms. I wanted to see him with that shirt off, just to satisfy my curiosity about his biceps. “Sex was never the problem between us.”

  He got to his feet, reached out and cupped the side of my neck with his hand. “What if I wanted to see you without your shirt? Take a picture of you right here in your bra and skirt?”

  “No.” I swallowed. “No pictures.”

  Taking the camera by the strap, he set it down on the floor. “Fine.”

  His fingers were warm against my bare skin. I wanted to know what it would feel like to have them pressed against more sensitive areas, to feel him tease my body into a sexual frenzy. I didn’t go after men simply for sexual release—that was what my trusty vibrator was for—but something about Reid made me want to live on the edge, to do things I would never have considered before.

  Sex in an abandoned building, where we could be arrested at a moment’s notice?

  Who knew I was such a bad girl? Reid always did bring out the worst in me.

  I stood up and walked against him in one smooth motion. Our arms wrapped around each other as though we’d choreographed it. His mouth found mine, nipping and licking before he kissed me hard. I groaned as his hand pushed under my shirt and bra to squeeze my breast. He picked me up and carried me back several steps until my ass was resting once more on the windowsill. I didn’t stop kissing him. My desire to touch and be touched flared past the point of reason.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he said against my mouth before sucking hard on my lower lip. “I missed this. Your sounds.”

  Shifting, I kissed and nipped at his jawline and across to his ear. “But not me?”

  He didn’t answer, instead pinching my nipple.

  It didn’t matter. This wasn’t about the past, our relationship, or any of the other shit between us. I wanted Reid to fuck me the way he used to. I wanted to forget about the show, the proposal, everything.

  I sucked hard on his earlobe as I slid my hand down across the bulge tenting the front of his pants. “Are you a boy scout?”

  “Why?”

  “Because if you came prepared you’ll get to fuck me.”

  Reid let out a soft growl and released me with a nip to my shoulder. “Don’t you dare move.”

  My heart pounded as he rummaged through his camera bag, only to pull out his wallet. “That’s very old-school of you.”

  “I’m a hipster at heart.” Abandoning his wallet, he stalked back over to me. He slipped his hands up along my naked thighs, beneath my skirt until his fingers brushed my panties. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  “Yes.” I hooked his body with my legs to maneuver him closer and gently took his glasses. “Make me come.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Chapter Five

  Using the day off to discuss the next stage of filming. The semifinalists will need to be put through their paces. Will have to come up with props to make things interesting. Where’s Reid and his good ideas when I need him?

  Production Notes, Brian Merrick, Director

  Even when we’d been dating, Reid and I had never engaged in spontaneous sex. Things had always been planned, thought out. I’d never experienced the thrill of grabbing him by his hips and grinding my pussy against him with abandon. We’d both held back.

  Not today.

  The heat coming off Reid was enough to keep a small army warm through the harshest of winters. As I pressed my hands to his chest, I could feel the pounding of his heart and the tensing of his muscles. I’d done this to him. Me. And I wasn’t going to back down from seeing this thing through to the end.

  He’d braced his hands on the windowsill on either side of my body, encasing and surrounding me with his scent. Our faces were parallel, close but not touching. I’d never been so tempted to lean in and kiss the side of a man’s neck before. To remind myself of what he tasted like. I heard him swallow, but he still held a small distance between our chests.

  “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since I saw you at the airport.” He bucked his erection gently against the side of my thigh. “I wanted to feel your body around my cock as I pressed into you.”

  “Shut up and do me. I don’t need to be convinced.”

  Reaching up, he began to undo the buttons of his shirt. “Don’t move.”

  That was way harder said than done. As he stripped away the fabric that kept his chest hidden from sight, I was ready to jump forward and run my tongue around the hollow of his throat. It was as though I was seeing him for the first time. His chest had a dusting of hair that covered firm pecs and led down to a row of well-defined abs. Shit, I’d forgotten how fit he’d been. His nipples hardened as the air reached him. It was a wonderful sight.

  “Well, Mr. Jacobs, I see you’ve kept your gym membership up-to-date.”

  “It helps to pick up chicks.” He winked as he slipped his shirt off, lifted me and placed his shirt on the sill beneath my ass. With him standing there naked from the waist up, it was far easier for me to see how well his jeans clung to his thighs. He reached out for my knees, giving them a firm squeeze. “I want to taste you.”

  I nearly gave my head a shake from the sudden change in direction that my thoughts took. One moment I was trying to figure out if he’d squirm if I ran my nails across his nipples and down his chest, and the next I wondered if I’d suddenly become the main course on a lunch menu. It wasn’t until he dropped to his knees and gently encouraged my thighs apart that I clued in to what he wanted.

  “Oh,” I said, and tightened my grip on the sill. “I...really?”

  “You still like that, right?”

  “Yeah, of course.” It had been a while for me. Reid had been one of the few men I’d been with who enjoyed going down on me. I always felt awkward when someone asked what I liked. “It’s just, we’re not in the best of places for you to—”

  “Unless you have a good reason to stop me, I’m doing this.”

  He held my gaze for a few heartbeats before he slid his hands up along my thighs, lifting my skirt. I desperately wanted to relax, let my body take over from my overactive brain for a while and run the show. I wanted to enjoy the look of lust on Reid’s face as he leaned in and pressed his nose to my damp panties. The rush of his hot breath against my pussy had me shivering.

  “You smell fucking amazing.” The words were spoken against the bend of my leg, his lips moving against the lace edge.

  I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. With a shuddering breath, I hooked my legs over his shoulders and scooted my ass as close to the edge of the sill as I dared. “Please.” Dear God, this was insane. Things had ended badly between us. We’d hated each other. And I wanted nothing more than to have his mouth on me.

  Rather than strip me of my panties, Reid continued to torture me through the silk. He ran his tongue along the seam, his saliva mixing with my wetness. The thin barrier did nothing to dampen the sensations, the firmness of his tongue pressed against my swollen clit. Again he licked a trail against me, this time adding a soft moan that vibrated against my mound. I wanted nothing more than to bury my hands into his hair, tug on those fucking gorgeous curls and press his face closer to where I wanted him to be.

  Finally, he reached up, hooked his fingers around the top of my panties and slowly ed
ged them down. My entire body shook as I raised my ass high enough to allow him to work them down my thighs, the angle so not working with my legs still draped over his shoulders. He’d essentially prevented himself from reaching my pussy with my panties, which brought the cutest pout to his face.

  “Now what?” I did my best impression of this mocking eyebrow-cock, though I was way too horny to pull it off perfectly.

  Reid reached up, hooked his hands under my knees and dipped his head into the space closest to my pussy. “Now that.” And with no hesitation, he leaned in and sucked my clit into his mouth.

  While I hadn’t been a monk in the past several years, my sex life wasn’t exciting. But this—my naked ass on a windowsill in an abandoned building with a hot ex on his knees licking me—it was going to be hard to top. Not to mention, Reid was wicked good with his mouth.

  The first swirl of his tongue against my clit sent a bolt of pleasure through my body so hard and strong that it seemed to electrify every inch of me. He kept the pressure steady and still managed to flick my clit in a way that I nearly came out of my skin. Pleasure surged through me immediately. Holy crap, I never reacted this instantly to anyone else.

  He must have sensed that I was already close to the edge, because he pulled back, releasing the pressure on my pussy. He didn’t move away though, instead tracing the outline of my labia with his finger. He teased my curls before shifting to dip his finger into my slick passage.

  “You’re so fucking wet.” He leaned in and caressed my inner thigh. “Could I make you come from fingering you?”

  His finger pressed into me and I instantly closed my eyes. “Yes.”

  “I think we should try.”

  Reid pumped his hand as he curled his finger. I shivered and tightened my legs to pull him even closer. Now that we’d started down this road, there was no way I’d let him change his mind. I was getting an orgasm out of this, and I wasn’t picky if it came from his mouth, hand or cock.

  Hell, he could use all three if he wanted. I wasn’t about to argue.

  I closed my eyes and let my body take over. The steady pumping of first one, then a second finger stretched my body in such a way that I could feel every inch of my inner passage. I could smell my arousal, could hear it as he kept pushing me further into pleasure. Normally I’d be embarrassed by something like this, the noises were something I tried to keep under control, but with every encouraging moan from Reid I found myself caring less and less.

  “That’s it. I can feel you tightening around me. You’re close, aren’t you?”

  A moan was all I could manage as a response. My brain was no longer capable of forming words. I did shift a hand from the sill to Reid’s head and fisted his fucking perfect hair and held him in place.

  He chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.”

  I could have cried from relief when he leaned in and sucked my clit into his mouth. With the pumping of his fingers and the flick of his tongue, I couldn’t stop my orgasm. My body tensed as my senses faded. All I was aware of was the ride of pleasure as pulse after pulse of the most intense orgasm shot through me. It overrode my ability to hear, my vision dimmed, everything was shorted out. Pleasure and Reid, that was what my world consisted of.

  Instead of things simply mellowing out and my body dropping into a relaxed state when he pulled away and stood up, it was as though my need for him had only increased. I wanted more of him. Everything he was willing to give me, and then I’d take more.

  “Condom,” I said in between pants. Swallowing didn’t help relieve the dry ache in my throat.

  He looked as frenzied as I felt. He pulled my panties off, setting them on top of my jacket so they weren’t ruined. Then with shaking fingers he pulled a condom out of his wallet and shoved his jeans and briefs down his legs. It wasn’t romantic in the least. There was no shy revealing of his cock, no soft words of encouragement to make sure I was still into this. He looked at me briefly as he ripped open the condom, his eyes dark with lust.

  It was exactly what I wanted.

  I briefly cast my gaze down to his hard cock—oh yeah, that was fucking perfect—before meeting his gaze once more. “Hurry up.”

  I lifted my feet so they were braced on the sill. Thankfully, it was wide enough to hold all of me. His shirt would be useless after this, now covered with my come and dirt from the building. I didn’t think he’d care much.

  When he moved back between my legs, the head of his cock nudged against my pussy. I stared into his perfectly green eyes. God, a man shouldn’t be this pretty. Too perfect for his own damn good.

  Reid cupped my knees with his hands to help hold my legs in place. He held my gaze as he slowly pushed forward into my waiting body. His cock was so much thicker than his fingers. My muscles stretched around him, sending a shiver of pleasure through me once again. I wasn’t normally a woman who could have more than one orgasm per sex session, not even when we’d dated. My body was responding to Reid and the situation, and I knew a miracle was about to happen.

  “Shit, your muscles are going nuts around me.” He closed his eyes and started to shallowly fuck me. “Christ, you’re going to make me come way too fast.”

  “Harder.” If there was a chance I was going to come again, then I was going to take it. “Harder and faster.”

  There was no smart-ass comeback that time. He held my knees tighter and began to give me what I wanted. The pace grew faster, more frantic. My head began to bang against the window, the muscles in my thighs and arms quivered madly. I didn’t care.

  “Harder.”

  Reid groaned and leaned against me. Hooking my legs around his body once more deepened the angle and forced him against my clit. That was it, the perfect position. “Don’t move. Faster.”

  He bit down on my shoulder, the nip of pain enhancing the pleasure. Everything was big, present, a living force that pushed everything out of my brain. A second orgasm began to build, a burning heat that originated deep within me. Keeping focused on the pleasure, I chased that release. It was different from my first. This time when I came, I became hyperaware of everything.

  Reid’s cologne—Old Spice. Sweat on his back. The rough edge of his jeans against my thighs. The graze of his stubble on my neck. With each hit of pleasure, I latched on to another part of his presence, memorizing it. I felt his muscles tense the moment before he thrust madly into me. Heard the sharp intake of his breath before he cried out as he came.

  This time, my body did relax as Reid finally slowed and placed a kiss to the side of my neck. My brain was silent for the first time in months, and I gave myself permission to simply enjoy this moment and the calm that came along with it. I didn’t want it to end, didn’t want to go back to the real world outside of this old factory. But I’d learned as a kid that you can’t hide from responsibility, no matter how much you might want to.

  “I think my butt is numb,” I managed to say after a few minutes.

  Reid lifted me up and carefully set me down on the floor. “Careful. Your legs will probably get pins and needles.” He pulled a tissue from his pocket and wrapped the condom in it.

  I was surprised that I didn’t feel awkward after what we’d just done. Maybe because I wasn’t expecting anything to come from this. It was nothing more than a tryst brought on by tension and the excitement of doing something unexpected. We weren’t going to start a relationship, so there wasn’t any need to pretend otherwise.

  God, we were never going there again. Never.

  “Tamara, I—”

  “Stop.” The last thing I needed was for him to feel guilty or something. I grabbed my panties but didn’t move to put them on. “I don’t regret this. You made me come twice. I don’t expect anything like this to happen again in the future. Just two old lovers reconnecting after a wonderful day. A bit of fun. That’s all.”

  He looked at me for a long
moment. He’d pulled up his jeans and briefs, but the fly was still undone, leaving his tight abs and pubic area exposed. It was a pleasant distraction from the look he was giving me. Thankfully, he didn’t argue and only picked up his camera.

  “Mind if I take a few more pictures. Before you get dressed.”

  My immediate reaction was to say no, but the look on his face stopped the words from coming.

  “I won’t show your body.” He shook the dirt off his shirt then handed to me. “Put this on and look out the window. I won’t shoot your face and I’ll let you see it. If you don’t like it, you can delete it.”

  He’d been good about the other pictures, letting me choose which ones to keep and get rid of. I got the impression this was something important. Whether I was simply still drunk on the orgasms, or if my temporary insanity was simply clouding my judgment, I held his shirt and turned. “I get final say.”

  Click. “Always.” Click.

  The scent of sex clung to the fabric of his shirt. I held it to my nose and breathed it in. Dust and come, a strangely erotic combination that was sure to leave an imprint on me. Click. The sky was getting dark. “We should get back. It’s getting late and we have an early call tomorrow.”

  Click. “I’m done. Here.”

  He was holding out the camera for me when I turned. We made an exchange—the camera for the shirt. Instead of the harshness of seeing my naked ass, I was shocked by the silhouette in the frame. It was me, but no one would be able to tell. My face wasn’t visible, hidden by the shadows and Reid’s shirt. There wasn’t any tension in my shoulders and even my undressed state appeared relaxed.

  “These are beautiful.” My throat was unexpectedly tight and I handed the camera back. “You have a real talent for this.”

  “Thanks. Why don’t you get dressed and we’ll catch a taxi back to the hotel.” His voice shook. “It would be nice...I’d love to take you out for dinner.”

  With that simple sentence, the tension was back. “I don’t think so. I’m really beat and all I want is room service and a bath.”