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  "Because ... I love you. I always have.” He slipped his mouth over hers.

  Hannah couldn't help it; she opened her lips to his as a tiny groan left her.

  Nick broke off the kiss and stared down at her as his fingers drifted to her honey blonde hair. Suddenly, he swooped her into his arms, carried her to the bed, then fell into the mussed sheets with her.

  Nestled on top of her, he dusted the back of his fingers over her cheeks. His eyes caressed her face, paused at her lips. His own parted as if to kiss her. Hannah felt hers beckon him to do so. A rough groan tore from his throat as he moved to the curve of her neck.

  A gasp stole her breath. A tiny sound came with it as she arched her neck for more attention. With it, his dick flared to life. It wedged hard and long against her crotch. Hannah felt it pulsing as if it had a life of its own. She shifted, trying to pull him to her belly. Instead, the head fell onto her clit.

  Shock waves of delight and anticipation rippled through her. She was vaguely aware of him grunting a protest. One big hand cupped her butt trying to move her away; the other grazed her nipple. Shamefully, she leaned into it as she cried out. As she did so, he fell at the entrance to her pussy.

  "Is that what you want?” he growled out.

  Hannah struggled to breathe, to force some coherent thought beyond the aching fire that consumed her. They shouldn't be doing this. It wasn't right. Cameras were rolling. There were people around. Weren't there? It didn't feel like it any more. The only reality was Nick and his throbbing cock mere millimeters from where she desperately needed it.

  He curled his hand around her breast. She closed her eyes on a sigh as his tongue traced wet circles around her nipple. The hand on her butt slid between them. She felt him grab his dick to move it away. She anchored his legs with hers and lifted her hips.

  "No ... Please ... I've wanted this for so long. I ... ahhh...” She sank into bliss as he danced the head of his penis over her clit. Hannah clutched his shoulders as she twitched against him. She was going to come and quickly too.

  He aimed lower. Her protest died before she could utter it as he thrust deep inside. His thumb worked between them as he pistoned her into the bed. With every plunge, she swore he grew harder, bigger, if that were possible, now taking her clit with him on every stroke. Orgasm seized her with sweet heat. He clutched her to him, nipping the curve of her neck as he groaned with his release.

  Panting for breath they found each other's gaze. He dropped a kiss to her lips.

  "Cut!” Hank announced. “Excellent work. One take. I love it!"

  Horror replaced ecstasy. What the hell had they just done?

  * * * *

  Nick tied his robe as he stomped from the studio. He was going to strangle her. No, first he'd kill her, then he'd strangle her. He should have seen it from the second he stepped into Lisa's trailer. But he'd been thrown off by the pregnancy factor and the jealousy that had welled up because of it. All he could think about was that Hannah was pregnant. Hannah had gotten married. Hannah was truly not accessible to him any more.

  In that brief space of time, Nick had cursed himself a thousand times over for not saying something to her when they'd met ages ago. He still couldn't for the life of him know why he'd clutched his secret to his heart. Only one person knew—Lisa. Scratch that—two people knew. Lisa didn't keep anything from Franco.

  The metal steps clattered under his feet as Nick grabbed the handle on her trailer door. He yanked it open without knocking, then slammed it behind him. Lisa peered up at him from her chair. Using the remote, she clicked off the DVD player.

  "What the fuck, Lisa?"

  She gave him a half-smile. “Well, it took you long enough. At what point did you realize—"

  "The second I was able to look into her eyes. What kind of game is this? Are you even pregnant?"

  She rubbed her swollen belly. “Very much so. And there's no game here. I did my best to salvage the movie."

  "The least you could've done was tell me."

  "And miss seeing this look on your face?” She laughed lightly.

  Nick stomped her way. “Damn it, Lisa. You know how I feel about her! This wasn't fair.” He braced his fists on the arms of her chair as he hovered over her.

  She met his glare with one of her own. “You're damn right it's not fair. I've been watching and listening to you moon over her for years and you're too big a coward to speak up."

  Lisa had him there. Nick didn't know if it felt like she'd dunked him in ice water or kicked him in the balls. Either way, he was breathless. He pushed away and started pacing.

  "I can't do this anymore. I know we talked about it during our last shoot, but this has to end."

  "I agree, but we are contracted for two more movies after this one, Nick. Can we really afford—"

  He whirled around on her. “Good God, Lisa. I just fucked your sister in front of the whole crew!"

  Green eyes were round and wide. She blinked several times before she finally found her voice. “Well ... I guess there's some saving grace since she's on the pill. As for the other.... I give that little piece of news until sunset to hit the air waves."

  Nick scrubbed his hands over his face. “I don't think anyone realized it. As hot as our scenes normally are ... Damn it, Lisa. She's going to think—"

  "She's not going to think anything because I'm going to tell her the truth."

  "Don't you dare. I swear to God...” He jabbed his finger her way, then clenched it in a fist at his side.

  Lisa struggled to her feet. “What're you afraid of, Nick?"

  The question caught him off-guard. How many times had he asked himself that?

  Hand braced against her lower back, she lumbered toward him. “I bet I can guess even if you can't."

  "How can you when I don't even know?” He perched on the edge of the stool next to the breakfast bar.

  "Because I think I've gotten to know you pretty well these last five years. And I know myself and Hannah.” She slid her hand over his, forcing him to meet her gaze. “You've wanted Hannah from the second you laid eyes on her, just when you and I were soaring into the stratosphere. It was scary enough for us, so I know you wondered how could you pull her into it. And especially my twin. Then the myth built and ... here we are, both of us prisoners."

  Nick massaged the ache growing in his head. “It's more complicated than that, Lisa. It's ... it's..."

  She squeezed his hand. “Now that you've had her, you feel continuing this farce with me, even on screen, is ... wrong."

  He found himself nodding. Maybe in the back of his mind, Nick had always felt that way. Lisa and Hannah might be identical twins, but he could tell the difference between them. It was in their eyes, their smiles, their very auras. He'd always been pulled to Hannah. Night after night, he craved her against him. First he thought that would drift over to Lisa. That never happened. The magic wasn't there. Instead, he'd slake his lust with other women, never finding that one who could drown out the need for Hannah.

  Maybe he should have gone after her from the start, but fame and fortune that went with his stardom were hard enough to handle and keep up with. He and Lisa had worked so hard in their careers to reach this point. The myth had to live and so his feelings for Hannah were left to simmer. Well, they'd definitely boiled over today.

  "I can't do this any more, Lisa. We knew it when we made the last movie. It's gotten too hard to live the lie. There's too much hiding, too much subterfuge. Let's get our people together and see how we can slip these nooses from around our necks."

  "Or ... we can simply ask Hannah to be me until these last three movies are made."

  Nick snorted. “I'm not going to throw her to the wolves like that. I've loved her too long to let her sacrifice what she's worked so hard to have, just to salvage our prisons."

  "Then maybe it's about time you let Hannah know that."

  "Yeah ... well ... maybe it is."

  Another reason why he delayed all these years—wh
at if she didn't feel the same way? Silent, he could indulge in his love, his need, his every fantasy and hope one day it could all be. But putting himself out there meant risk and the possibility of having all those feelings slam dunked. Yeah, the greatly sought after Nick McDonald was afraid of rejection.

  He heard the steps rattle. Seconds later, the door swung open. Nick felt his breath catch as Hannah stepped in. God, she was beautiful! She shot him a glance from the corner of her eye and her cheeks turned pink. She hugged the robe closed against her throat as she sank into the chair Lisa had just vacated. He could only imagine what was going through her mind.

  "Obviously ... obviously, you now realize I'm not Lisa,” she said.

  "I knew you weren't Lisa from the second I looked into your eyes."

  Her gaze shifted to his. “But you—"

  "It happened because I knew you were Hannah, not because I thought you were Lisa.” Just looking at her made him hard. No surprise there, except for the fact he was wearing a robe and nothing else. There wasn't much he could do to disguise his ... condition.

  Hannah's fingers curled over the arm of the chair as she faced him fully. Her robe parted, revealing her well-toned thighs and legs. He thought of how they'd twined around him, capturing him. It was all he could do to swallow. His dick was fully erect now, on the hunt for another taste of heaven.

  "I don't understand,” she said.

  Lisa tossed her hands up. “You two are the stupidest people I've ever met. I'm going to take a nap."

  "I mean it, Lisa,” Nick said to her back. “This ends with this movie. We need to call our people."

  "I'll take care of it after my nap.” She waddled down the hallway, muttering curses Nick suspected were best left unheard.

  Left alone with Hannah, awkwardness settled around them like a wool blanket in August. So far, her gaze hadn't left his face, or his hers. He didn't know whether to be grateful she hadn't noticed the erection tenting his robe or ... wounded. He couldn't very well tuck it between his thighs without drawing attention to it, so he left it peeking for daylight. Yet he longed for her lips to curve in a delectably sexy smile, to have her stalk his way, wrap her fingers around his cock and stroke him. He was more than tempted to go to her, but fear of having her skitter into the farthest corner kept him still.

  She still clutched the robe to her throat while she unwittingly called to him with those long, shapely legs. “Have you and my sister ever—"

  "Never,” he quickly replied.

  "Why did you do this today?"

  "I could ask you the same question."

  The hint of a smile brightened her green eyes. “But I asked first."

  Nick grinned. “So you did. Would you believe me if I told you I've wanted to do that from the minute we first met?"

  Her gaze dropped to his lap. Rather than blush and shift her focus elsewhere, she stared for too many heartbeats before raking her eyes back up to his. A thousand questions danced upon her face. He wouldn't blame her for not believing him. Maybe Lisa was right and he had been a fool. No more.

  "I'm in love with you, Hannah. I always have been."

  Her mouth parted. She struggled for a response, but the words didn't come. Fear overwhelmed him. What if she didn't feel the same way? Why would she? He'd worshipped her from afar, as corny as that sounded. Not once in all this time had he ever staked any kind of claim. Nick swore he'd done so to protect her from the limelight. Now he realized he was nothing but a coward. He didn't speak because he was afraid she'd reject him. He was still afraid.

  "Hannah ... please ... say something,” he begged on a choked whisper.

  A knock on the door kept her from responding.

  "Come in,” Nick barked.

  Coral, the assistant director, pushed the door open. “Hank would like to get some close-ups of that last scene."

  Nick let his head drop. How in the hell was he supposed to walk onto the set with a hard-on? “We'll be there in a minute.” Maybe he could get to his trailer, beat off, and ... hell, he'd use Lisa's bathroom. He'd never make it to his without being seen. That would be the talk of the lot.

  He tucked his robe tight as he stood. It was a paltry defense.

  Hannah jumped to her feet at the same time. “You ... you can't leave in this condition."

  "I was going to...” He felt his cheeks heat.

  She shook her head. “No,” she whispered. “Let me."

  Slow steps brought her to him. He watched, mesmerized as she knelt before him and parted his satin robe. His cock bounced free.

  "You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen.” Her words caressed him as the air teased the bulbous, purple head.

  Fanning her hands on either side of his groin, Hannah's thumbs fondled his aching balls while her fingers twined through the dark thatch of hair. His breath caught as he watched her lick her lips. He fumbled for the bar stool behind him.

  "Uh-uh.” She gripped his ass in her hands and held him in place. “Mine."

  A groan tore from his throat as her tongue twirled around the tip of his cock. She teased him unmercifully, flicking the tag underneath, digging through the wet slit at the point, then drawing him deep into her mouth. How many times had he wanted, dreamed of this moment? Too many to last for long. He grabbed a handful of her long, blonde hair and tugged her back.

  "Your mouth feels like heaven, sweetheart, but I need to feel your body welded to mine while I make love to you. I need you to come with me."

  Hannah smiled and wrapped her tongue around him one more time, before stretching out on the floor before him. She looked like a golden sacrifice laid before him, her thighs open, her robe spread out beneath her, her arms beckoning to him. His heart ached as much as his body. He knelt before her, tracing his hands along her silky flesh.

  She gasped and reared up to him. “Make me come, Nick. Make my dreams come true."

  He stared at her clit, red and ripe like fruit on the vine. He danced his fingers across it. Hannah sighed, then rolled to her hands and knees. Nick didn't need a second invitation. Cock in hand, he guided it to her wet pussy, deep into her molten heat. He froze, fighting for control to give her what they both wanted. His fingers drifted around, capturing the prize there. Hannah wiggled against him, taking control of the action. He let her writhe in wanton abandon while her cunt walls stroked him. Tension built. She convulsed around his cock and he thrust hard.

  Hannah's back arched. “Oh, God, harder. I'm co..."

  A rush of liquid washed over him. Nick beat himself harder, deeper, drawing out her climax as his own poured from him. He dug his fingers into her hips, pulling her tight against him as the orgasm ripped through him. Panting for breath, they remained that way until another knock at the door shattered the moment.

  "I said we're coming,” he snapped.

  Hannah giggled. “Again? So soon?” she whispered.

  He gave her bottom a love pat. “Let's at least get through these close-ups before things pop up again."

  He rolled her into his arms. She looked happy, joyous. Was she? Or was it the aftereffect of sex? Then she nestled her lips onto his, her tongue twined around his, kissing him like he'd never been kissed before. Another damn knock pulled them apart.

  "Come on, guys. Pretty please?” Coral said. “Hank is going to have my ass."

  They hurried into their robes, then Nick opened the door. “Sorry, Coral. We didn't mean to put you on the spot."

  She shot a glance between the two of them. Her eyes widened as she backed down the steps. She knew—just what she knew remained to be seen. Nick wasn't going to give her the chance to speculate. He and Lisa had worked with Coral on a couple of pictures. She was one of those “in the know” about their true relationship. He couldn't have her thinking Lisa would screw around on Franco.

  He caught her elbow and pulled her between them. “This is Hannah, Lisa's sister,” he said softly.

  "Lisa's inside,” Hannah added. “And very, very pregnant."

  Delight
brightened her features. She looked like she warred between rushing inside to wish Lisa good luck and the demands of her boss.

  "Later,” Nick said, steering her toward the set. “She's napping."

  Coral nodded and beamed a smile back at them. What started out as a giggle, exploded into a full-fledged laugh. “Oh ... you two were very, very, very naughty today, weren't you? Now I know what really made that scene pop and sizzle!” She darted her gaze from side to side. “Don't worry. You're secret's safe with me,” she whispered, then hurried ahead. At the door, she spun around again. “This is so cool! I just can't believe it!"

  * * * *

  Hannah could certainly echo that. She must have mentally pinched herself a thousand times to make sure she wasn't dreaming. Now as they ran through the scene slowly for close-ups, the script words held new meaning. Nick wasn't acting when he said, "Because ... I love you. I always have."

  Hearing them over and over made her want to weep with joy. Each caress for the camera was yet another affirmation. They lay on the bed, bodies glued together. Only they knew the secret—his dick was hard and plugged deep into her. Coral might have suspected, especially when they had to move for the different camera angles, but she kept any suspicions close to her heart, not even allowing a smirk.

  Finally, Hank was satisfied with all his shots and pronounced them done for the day. But Nick and Hannah were far from done. Being wedged together, quietly making love while the crew watched, oblivious to it all, had stoked them to a fever pitch, yet orgasm was beyond their reach. As things were, they could hardly move without revealing all. Definitely a predicament.

  Nick gave her a wink. “Hank, while we've got the momentum going, we'd like to get the shower scene over with. Do we have time?"

  "We aren't set up with soap yet, but we could do the main sequence and the close-ups tomorrow. Hey, when the mood's right..."

  The mood was more than right.

  Coral called for quiet on the set. Hank waited a beat or two, then said, “Action."

  "I'd forgotten how wonderful it could be,” Hannah said in character. “We've wasted so many years.” Another parallel to their own situation.