Celebrity Pass Page 2

  My mouth went dry and a distinctive patch of wetness dampened my robe. Crossing my legs, I attempted to stop the throbbing growing there, as well as the development of a damp patch on her bedspread. It was nigh on impossible.

  “Cass.”

  I frowned and looked around. I swear I just heard someone say my name.

  “Cass.”

  Eyes widened as I pinpointed the source of my name as coming from the bathroom. Swallowing, I stood and moved to the door. “Yes?”

  “Cass…please…”

  “Umm…you okay in there?”

  “Yes!”

  That made me frown. “Oh. Okay?”

  “Cass!”

  I shrugged and slowly twisted the door knob, cracking the wood a fraction of an inch. “Yes?”

  “Oh, Cass. Cass. Cassie,” said the deep, moaning voice of one Isobel O’Donnell.

  Christ! She was masturbating! I could do nothing but push the door open. I couldn’t help it. I had to see. There, behind the steamy glass, was the shape of a woman rocking against her hand.

  “Cassie…Cassie…”

  That voice sent a rocket of arousal to my groin, and I could feel myself dripping beneath my robe. The wet sound of her pumping herself grew in frequency and she began to pant and groan. With a sharp cry, she came.

  She came for me. She just fingered herself with thoughts of me. I was rendered motionless as that thought ricocheted through my mind.

  Stranded in the doorway, I wasn’t quick enough to move as she opened the shower door and found me staring. Expecting to be screamed at, Isobel smiled instead. Stepping from the shower, she dried herself slowly, giving me ample time to study and memorize every single curve and swell she had.

  Those breasts, weighty and full, moved and stretched with each toweling motion. Her waist, narrow and lean, flared to curvy hips before dipping over a tight backside before lengthening to the floor along long, shapely legs. God damn, she was incredible.

  I was staring at her breasts when I registered she was moving closer to me. Naked as the day she was born, she stood inches away from me and said, “See something you like?”

  “I…uh…” I nodded rapidly. I couldn’t very well say no, could I?

  “Mmm.” A sound of approval. A manicured finger reached out and traced the bare skin of my neck and moved down over a collar bone and into the neckline of the robe. Her finger rested between my breasts when she said, “You like to think of me when you come?”

  Oh, my God. How does one answer that kind of question? I swallowed.

  She smirked.

  Her free hand pushed unabashedly between the spilt of the robe at my thighs. “I saw you before, pumping and rubbing with my name spilling from your lips as come poured from deep inside you.” She cupped my still-dripping sex.

  Jesus.

  “So wet. So ready.” She dragged a finger along slickened skin. “You want me?”

  I nodded. Yes. I wanted her. So very, very badly.

  She smiled and her eyes slipped to the photos displayed in the room behind us. She looked briefly hesitant. Stepping flush against me, her hand still lazily painting slick lines through my folds, she whispered, “Are you with someone?”

  I nodded.

  “So am I.” She fell back a little to look me in the eye. “Do you still want me?”

  “Very much. You’re my…” I cleared my throat of its huskiness. “You’re my celebrity pass.”

  Her eyebrows raised to incredible heights. “So your girlfriend—”

  “Wife.”

  “Wife?”

  I nodded, thinking of the woman I had pledged loyalty and my life to. She was similar in looks to the woman currently caressing the most intimate parts of me, however, my wife was blonde and this woman stood a little shorter. My wife had a thing for heels.

  “Should we stop?” She finished her question with a finger tracing circles around my clit. My hips lurched against her touch.

  Yes, we definitely should. Absolutely. End this now. “No.” Darling, please forgive me.

  “Good.”

  Words were rendered useless after that, as she invaded my mouth with her lips and a slippery but tricky tongue. She kissed like I hoped she made love. It was all passion and teasing. Seduction and promise. And God did she taste like heaven.

  Her tongue pumped between my lips in time with her hand sliding up and down my sex, spreading the need I had for this woman over my skin…and oh, how I needed her.

  With nothing between her skin and my hands but air, I took full advantage of the body free for the taking and ran my hands from hip to shoulder. Thumbs caressed those heavy swells at her chest. The centers stood erect, practically begging to be touched and devoured. Pinching one swollen pink bud between forefinger and thumb, I palmed the other breast, squeezing greedily at the portion size offered to me.

  Her rhythmic pace of tongue and hand became erratic as my ministrations at her breast became one handed as I grasped a handful of pert bottom and pulled her lower body against mine.

  “Bed,” she growled soon after I ducked my head and took a pebbled nipple into my mouth to flick at it with my tongue.

  She shoved me to the comfort of down and feather and ripped my robe open the instant she climbed over me. Our bodies slid together as mouths met with furious intention. Possessively claiming my mouth, she staked a similar claim when, without warning, she thrust two fingers deep into swollen folds. I’d never felt so possessed. So owned. So damn submissive.

  I cried out, and my screams were swallowed by her mouth. I felt her smile victoriously against my lips as she plundered me with tongue and finger. I could do nothing but let her inflame every nerve-ending I had.

  Hips pushed hungrily against her hand as I worked to seize an orgasm that I knew I’d never forget. My pleasure soared to heights that neglected me from oxygen. My lungs were barely able to fuel needy moans, greedy pants, and lingering whispers of her name.

  “Belle…Belle…” I sang softly as my orgasm tried to seize me.

  “No,” Isobel said firmly. “Not until I allow it.”

  She pulled away from me. Tongue and fingers gone. I whined in protest, too confused to do much more. “Belle?” I managed to whisper, not registering the taste of her shortened name on my tongue.

  “Cassie,” she whispered against that spot on my neck right below my ear. I shivered. She began to lick and kiss at my throat, biting down hard at the juncture of my shoulder. I cried out with a wince, knowing that was going to leave a visible mark. I could feel her smiling as she soothed away the sting with her tongue. “Mine,” she muttered as she peppered kisses along my jaw.

  I nodded. It was the truth. Right now, I was a servant to her touch.

  Her busy petite hands, one drenched in my want, cupped my breasts as she sat up to straddle me.

  She looked resplendent above me. She rocked slowly against my stomach as she watched the way my breasts moved with her hands. Her bottom lip, free from makeup, was being held in place by pearl-white teeth. She was adorable, sexy, and right there.

  I grasped her hips and arched into her, helping her spread her own desire against the bare skin of my stomach. Her eyes fluttered closed as I repeated the action. Keeping one hand firm against her hip, I trickled the other up her torso and delighted in watching her abdominals flinch under my fingers. My hand pushed between the narrow valley between rounded mountains before claiming one of the pink peaks between my fingers. I rolled, squeezed and pulled the hardened nub and she rewarded me with a moan.

  I smiled.

  My other hand drifted to the neatly waxed apex above her sex while I grasped a full breast. Dropping my thumb over those curls, I rubbed at her clit as I pinched at her breast and she moaned again, pressing tightly into my stomach with her hips.

  Her legs, spread like they were, afforded me a terrific view of deep pink, glistening folds, and of that engorged clit sitting proudly atop it all. Thumb rolling at that hard bundle of nerves, I arched into the rhythm sh
e set with the rock of her hips.

  A sudden wash of hot liquid hit my stomach. If she wanted to come that urgently, then I wasn’t about to hold back. Pulling the hand from her breasts, I shoved it between her legs and unceremoniously began to pump into her with two long fingers.

  “Oh, yes,” she managed on a gasp. She did the most amazing thing and thrust hard against my hands while tipping her head back on her neck. She looked unbridled, and damned if I wasn’t proud I was doing that to her. I stared openly as she bit down on her bottom lip and mewled her appreciation with each impale. Her breasts bounced and swayed, and licking my lips, I traced their every movement. Her hands, which had braced themselves on my breasts, moved away and began grasping at her own breasts. Petite hands kneaded and pinched, offering me a spectacle that had me aching and pulsing. Each downward push had my hips arching and searching for pressure it sorely needed, but it was all about her now. I didn’t mind. Riding my fingers and coming undone above me was better than anything she could have done for me.

  Her peak was coming as her inner muscles clenched, trying to draw my fingers in deeper. I was helpless to do anything but keep my hand still and watch the woman impale herself against it. It was the most wonderful sight. Her breasts jiggled when she neglected them for gripping at my torso, wet sounds of sex slipped from between her legs, and her olive skin flushed with passion as she growled with the oncoming storm of climax. Flicking my neglecting thumb over her clit ended her.

  I nearly came as her body stilled and crashed around me. Loud and unabashedly, she groaned with conclusion, shuddering as I forced her orgasm to linger as I continued rubbing at her clit. Taking it for as long as she could while she dug her fingers into my sides, she soon slumped down over my body, leaving my hand trapped deep inside her clenching muscle, the other, stroking soothing patterns across her back.

  She took deep desperate breaths as I cradled her close to me. I freed a hand to slip up her back and tenderly caress the nape of her neck. I felt like I was cradling something precious, and I closed my eyes and drank in her scent. How did I get this blessed to have this woman spent and curled against me like a familiar lover?

  I sighed, breaking the spell. Right now, I was just a reporter. An interlude. An affair. A married woman.

  She stirred as my mind whirled, lifting her hips to allow my cramping hand freedom from her body. “Stop thinking,” she whispered into my ear. I wish it was that easy. She began trailing warm kisses down the corded muscle of my throat. “For what you just did to me,” she said against my skin. “You deserve a reward.”

  Her kisses began to trail south. With practiced care, she kissed along my collarbones, a sensation that had always aroused me. Squirming below her, I lost myself to her mouth and all thoughts dissolved. She lavished each breast with attention, forcing me to press up against her and pant with each lick, nip and suck. Her ministrations were phenomenal, and I moaned in desperate appreciation when she pushed my knees wide and let her hot breath wash across each hip.

  She was looking up at me with a smirk when I licked my lips and glanced down when all action ceased. Lifting my hips in wanton desire for her to attach her lips to ease the throbbing there, the wicked woman chuckled.

  She lowered her head to kiss my inner thighs, and said, “Are you this eager for your wife? So desperate for her to taste you on her tongue? To touch you in those intimate places that make you scream her name?”

  I swallowed to reintroduce moisture to my mouth and nodded frantically. My wife made me feel all those things. Her tongue was magic, but right now, I just needed to be taken by the woman between my legs. I arched my hips again. “Please,” came my pleading, hoarse voice.

  Isobel smirked again and clucked her tongue. “So impatient. I should make you wait.” Her words, initially disappointing me because I was practically imploding with arousal, turned out to be a hollow threat. With a long swipe, her tongue licked me from my drenched folds to my throbbing clit.

  “Oh, God!” I croaked.

  “Mmm,” she said, vibrated that delicious voice against my clit.

  “Jesus.”

  Her chuckling rippled through my sex and had my hips rolling and legs spreading as wide as my body could allow.

  “You dirty little wench,” Isobel whispered in amusement as she continued to trace my folds with her tongue. “Look at you spread wide open. Displaying yourself so readily.” She gave me a wink when I chance a look, and dove between my legs. She wrapped her lips around my clit and sucked hard.

  “God!”

  The suction remained as her tongue began flicking back and forth over the nerve bundle trapped in her mouth. She did well to remain latched there as my body rocked of its own accord. Pumping against her mouth, I felt myself flood on the verge of coming.

  “More. More,” I said between panting breaths. She didn’t disappoint. Fingers stretched me almost to the point of discomfort and began slamming hard inside me. It was exactly what I needed. I was ready to be taken like the shameless lady I had become at the hands of this woman. I was ready to be possessed by her. Loudly, I groaned and cried out as my orgasm remained just out of reach as though my body was reluctant to let this glorious moment end. She sucked and pounded me to delirium, but all good things come to an end. But, oh, what an end. That stomach-dropping, pressure-building moment hit me with the force of a speeding train. I dislodged her with my last final buck as climax shook my world. Stars burst behind my eyelids as I screamed her name to the high ceilings. My body shivered and jerked as she curled her fingers against the nerves inside me.

  Slipping her fingers out with some difficulty, I flinched as her tongue immediately replaced them, and the soft warmth of her gently stroking me down from my high was like the icing on the cake. I lay there spread wide open, letting her lick me clean and with a sigh, I drifted away with sexual exhaustion.

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  Chapter Two

  I woke alone. Shivering, I noticed a throw rug tucked over my legs. I sat gingerly, my body stiff from all the things Isobel had done to me. I climbed from the bed and tied the robe I was still wearing tightly to my waist. The room was chilly as I heard rain beat against the window. Occasional flashes of far-off lightning made the dark grey clouds lighten slightly. I was dismayed to see the skies outside had darkened so much. I had wasted hours in bed. I was supposed to be conducting an interview.

  Following the glow of light coming from downstairs, I found the object of my fantasies and work requirements. Tucked against one end of a comfortable-looking couch with her knees tucked below her, she had a thick document in her hands. Glasses were perched on the end of her nose, and she looked like an adorable librarian in the soft glow of the lamp beside her and the orange flicker of flame from the fire. The room was warm against the rainy evening of the mountainside.

  She heard my footsteps and looked up. “Hello, my minxy little reporter,” she said with a smile.

  “Hi. Sorry I fell asleep.” I blushed from head to toe.

  “It’s fine.” She patted the space beside her. “You looked like you needed it.”

  “Uh, yeah. Long day.” I looked around the room as though the inanimate objects could tell me where my saturated handbag was.

  “Looking for something?”

  “My bag. My notepad is in it.”

  “Oh, for the interview?”

  I nodded and she sat up straighter before appraising my outfit. Humming to herself, she gave me a naughty smirk. “Fancy conducting your interview in my cabin?”

  “Cabin?” I said with a crack in my voice.

  She nodded and stood, playing with the ties of my robe. “My partner and I often use it for romantic getaways.”

  Guilt wracked me in a wave. I’d forgotten this woman was spoken for. Hell, I’d forgotten I was spoken for. “Uh…about that.”

  “About what? My partner?”

  I nodded with a jerk. “Won’t she be…umm…should we be doing this?”

  She grinned. “We have an ope
n relationship.”

  I cocked an eyebrow. “Really?” I didn’t recall reading about that in the tabloids. In fact, I thought her relationship with her partner was one of the most solid ones in Hollywood.

  She chuckled under her breath before saying, “Yes, really. Now…want to come at my cabin.”

  Oh, for Christ’s sake. What does someone say to that kind of question? I said nothing, but I did nod frantically. Besides, there was no way in hell I was letting this fantasy go. Did my celebrity pass carry over for more than one love-making session? I bit my lip as I contemplated the rules.

  “Well, then, Cassie, come along.”

  She tugged me by the ties of my robe, smoothly collecting my bag and a set of keys on the way out of the door. Moments later, I found myself strapped in to the front of her Jeep and taking a rough trail into the mountains behind the house. The skies darkened in a hurry and rain streaked the window. The drive, in my opinion, was terrifying.

  “You own all this?” I said as we bounced around the cabin, willing to do anything to distract me from the conditions dictating my life outside the car.

  “I do. I find the privacy and the peace rather invigorating.”

  “Is that how you prepare for your roles?” I asked, deciding there should be more to this interlude than fantastic sex.

  “Yes, actually. I come up here quite often to reset. The cabin is…” she trailed off and nibbled at her bottom lip. An expression that screamed adorable. “It’s my special place. It’s how I reconnect.” She gave me a sidelong glance and put her hand on my thigh. “I like reconnecting.”

  I nodded with importance. Though the hand on my leg sent thrills to my apex, I was disconcerted that she only had one hand on the wheel. “I see. So…considering you spend a lot of your time on shoots, how often do you get to come up here?”

  “Not as often as I’d like, to be honest.” She sighed and squeezed my leg. “I miss it here.”