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"Then we'll just have to make up for lost time. Wrap your legs around my waist and hold tight."
"Where are we—"
"Just do it."
"I love the animal in you, darling,” she said with a laugh.
He hoisted himself to his knees, taking her with him. The angle thrust him deeper inside. Hannah closed her eyes on a gasp. The man was gloriously huge.
"Is that all?” He grabbed her ass and wiggled into her.
She gasped again and he stood. Each footstep pierced him straight to her core as he carried her into the set's bathroom. It was going to be a tricky maneuver. The wide shower stall was enclosed with frosted glass in front, ceramic tile on the other three sides. Hannah's character was supposed to open the door. They'd step inside, twist on the spray, and go at it. But at some point, the cameras needed to be there. She prayed Hank would have them film the external shots first. Once sated, she and Nick could run through the close-ups without the glass.
As she grasped the door, Nick's lips seized hers. His parried against hers, wiping out all thought. In the back of her mind, she heard the latch release. He stepped across the rail, then braced her against the tile. The cold on her back took Hannah's breath away. Eyes wide, she tried to break off the kiss. Nick wouldn't let her. She was his.
Hannah grappled for the spigots and twisted them on. The blast of cold water jerked him upright. Hannah laughed.
"Think that's funny, huh?"
"Hilarious!"
"And what about this?” He leaned her into the tile and pumped himself into her core, taking her clit with him.
As her eyes closed in rapture, Hannah was vaguely aware of the camera peering through the open door capturing every pivot of body into body. Her hard nipples rasped against the smattering of hair on Nick's chest. Long fingers grasped her butt cheeks, forcing her to move in time with him. All she could do was hang on to those massive shoulders and take the fucking he was giving her.
"Tell me how you feel,” he demanded, and Hannah had a hard time figuring out if he was Nick or the character he played.
"W ... wonderful,” she replied breathlessly.
"That's ... not ... what ... I ... mean.” He jabbed her hard and deep with each word. “Tell me. I want to hear the words. I need to hear them."
She was close to coming, on the very edge of exploding. “I ... love you. I ... love ... you. I ... love ... ahhhhh."
Like an animal in heat, he growled long and low as he came with her. They panted for breath while the camera still rolled. She felt Nick grow flaccid, then he gently set her to her feet. Her legs were like rubber. He wrapped her in his arms and let the warm spray wash over them as they shared kisses and caresses of afterlove.
Hannah rested her head on his chest. “I do love you. I always have."
He lifted her chin on the crook of his finger. “Truly?"
"Very truly. But where does that leave us? What do we do about ... this?"
"We'll work it out. I'm not going to be without you ever again."
"Oh..."
He kissed then, slow and sweet.
"Cut!” Hank shouted.
They sealed their kiss and accepted the robes Coral handed to them.
"Wonderful, wonderful stuff!” Hank acted like he was a kid at Christmas. “Great ad lib! It works perfectly for the story!"
But was it going to work in real life?
"That's a wrap for today, guys. See you at the premier tonight."
Hannah and Nick shoved their feet into flip-flops and walked slowly toward the dressing room trailers. They paused at Lisa's.
"There's no time like the present to start on this, sweetheart,” he said. Then, in front of everyone wandering around the lot, he drew her close and kissed her.
Hannah swore she heard gasps. This would definitely hit the airwaves long before they made the premier. It would make for great buzz for the movie that Lisa Hamilton and Nick McDonald were seen in a clinch.
He laced his fingers through hers. “Let's go to my trailer. I've got some phone calls to make."
* * * *
"We've just come across the coup of the year!” the entertainment reporter blared into the microphone. “Rumor has always swirled around Lisa Hamilton and Nick McDonald. Are they or aren't they? They aren't! Documents reveal our fair Lisa married wealthy investment banker Franco Maneli two years ago and they're expecting twins! Through her publicist, Lisa indicated they were thrilled about the impending births, she's doing well, is huge, and tired."
The woman laughed. “Who wouldn't be? How does this affect production of the latest Lisa-Nick movie? It's doesn't. In a move that can only be termed brilliant, Lisa's own identical twin, Hannah, has stepped into her shoes. Preliminary word from the set is—if you find the scenes in this movie steamy, it's for a reason! Love has bloomed between the actor and his partner's body double. So much so that Nick McDonald now has it written into his contract that all sex scenes will be filmed with Hannah as stand-in for Lisa!
"We're hovering on the edge of the red carpet awaiting the arrival of the love-birds now for comment. Due to the advanced stages of pregnancy, Lisa will be unable to appear."
The woman pulled in a breath. “I think I see the limo arriving now."
* * * *
Nick peeled Hannah off his lap, then clicked off the small TV in the limo's console after he pulled his trousers up. “Are you sure you're ready for this?"
Hannah tugged her dress down. “I would be if I could find my panties."
He found them where he'd tossed them earlier on the opposite bench. “Over there, and that's not what I meant. Your life will be an open book. You'll be hounded constantly. You might lose your job. I never wanted to expose you to this ... nightmare."
"So, it's been better we've lived in misery pining for each other?” Hannah wiggled her panties on. “To me, that was the bigger nightmare. As for this. Well, it definitely isn't my dream come true.” Smiling, she knelt beside him. “But you are. Now, let's show them what real love is all about."
Nick reveled in the sparkle in her green eyes. He had to be the luckiest man in the world. All the fame and fortune weren't nearly as precious as finally having the love of his life. “We still have all that lost time to make up for."
Hannah laughed. “At the rate we're going ... Just try to behave during the movie."
He reached for the door handle as the limo came to a stop. “What? And ruin all my fun? We have that public bathroom scene to film tomorrow. We could get some practice in tonight."
She traced the curve of his jaw with her finger. “I think your adoring public has had enough of a shock for one night."
"Not nearly enough.” He kissed her quickly, then opened the door. The gauntlet of reporters stretched out before them. “And into the fire."
He stepped from the limo, then reached for Hannah's hand to help her out. Flashbulbs shot around them capturing each moment. And for the first time since success had fallen at his feet, it didn't feel like prison. How could it when his life was by his side? He'd never be alone again.
"Is there a wedding in the future?” A female reporter shoved the microphone in their faces.
Nick and Hannah wrapped their arms around each other's waists. “Most definitely,” they said together.
Then they kissed for the cameras, ending any remaining speculation.
Caitlyn Willows
Caitlyn Willows is the pseudonym for award-winning author Catherine Snodgrass, who wanted to flex her writing muscles in the erotica genre. Readers will find the same quality from “Caitlyn” that they have come to expect from “Catherine,” but the stories will be more over-the-top and more steamy. Sometimes the novels are written singularly, and sometimes they are a collaborative effort with award-winning author Paris Dixon. Always they will be action-filled ... in more ways than one.
Caitlyn Willows’ email address is caitlyn@catherinesnodgrass.com.
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