All About The Tempo (BWWM, Celebrity, Billionaire, Pregnancy) by Tamara Adams Page A

hated to see her suffer, part of him was relieved that she appeared to be as affected by their separation as he was.
                  As the day wound to a close he finally stood up and took a deep breath.
                  It was time.
                  He stepped into the studio as the techs were taking down the set up.
                  Cerise stood up awkwardly, obviously taken off guard. He stared at her, not breaking eye contact for a second.
                  "Justin…"
                  "Everybody out."
                  They stared at each other as everyone else vacated the room.
                  "What are you doing? Why don't you just go away?"
                  He pulled her into his arms.
                  "I can't… Cerise, I can't."
                  She was crying against his chest, not putting her arms around him. But not pushing away either.
                  His hand smoothed her hair, making small circles on her back.
                  "I'm so sorry Cerise but I swear I don't want to be with anyone but you. And I haven't."
                  She cried a little harder.
                  "I'm in love with you. Don't you know that?"
                  She cried harder then, making him choke out a laugh.
                  "Does that mean you love me too?"
                  He held his breath while she pulled back slightly and stared up at him. Her eyes were wet and huge, making her look otherworldly.
                  "I think so. I've been so unhappy."
                  "Me too Cerise. Me too."
                  He couldn't help himself from kissing her in a long, drugging, far from innocent kiss. It was ten minutes later before either of them came up for air. She looked dazed in his arms but the tears were gone.
                  Sudden sharp relief and joy filled his body.
                  "Let me take you home Cerise."
                  She nodded quietly and he led her outside and into the waiting limo. At home he had champagne waiting. But he wasn't sure he needed it. He didn't feel like having a party.
                  No, what he was feeling was something much more reverent.
                  He felt like his life had been saved.
                 
     
     
     
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                  Cerise felt so shy as they rode toward his condo in his ride. Not shy because she didn't want what they both knew was about to happen.
                  She felt shy because she did want it. With every fiber of her being.
                  Tonight, she was going to become a woman.
                  As nerve wracking as it was, she knew in her heart that Justin would be gentle with her. So she did her best to relax and go with it. He was kissing her neck softly as his hands smoothed over her back.
                  They were at his place before she knew it, climbing out of the limo, stepping inside. In the elevator he pulled her against him for a lingering kiss. He was taking it slow but there was an underlying urgency underneath it all.
                  He led her down the hallway to his apartment. The moment the door closed though, all bets were off. They were all over each other instantly. He pushed the door shut with one hand, while the other one yanked her against him. He felt so hot and hard against her.
                  But this time she didn't pull back. She let her hands grab his strong shoulders as their tongues intertwined frantically. Slowly he backed her into the kitchen until her back was against the island countertop.
                  He laughed and pulled his head up, his thumbs grazing her cheeks as he rested his forehead against