a soundtrack that included the intimacy of sex, although he could understand the appeal. He wouldn’t want another couple in the room but when they were trapped in a movie on the flat screen that was okay.
More than okay. Within minutes he’d abandoned himself to the slightly kinky experience of having sex with a woman while listening to another man and woman do the same. Their heavy breathing and moans of pleasure fueled his own and he forgot they were actors on a sound stage. He’d never been to an orgy, never intended to go to one, but it might be a little bit like this.
Charlotte seemed to like it, too. She urged him on with language he’d never thought she’d use. So he gave it right back to her, laughing and cussing as their wild lovemaking stripped away his inhibitions. They almost fell off the sofa, but when they started to slide he grabbed the back cushion and held on as he came, and she came, and the world glittered like never before.
As they lay there panting, she started to giggle. “Next time –“ She gasped for breath. “We start on the floor!”
“Yeah.” He couldn’t stop smiling. “That almost got ugly.”
“But you saved us.” Still laughing, she combed his hair back from his damp forehead. “My hero.”
His heart squeezed. She was teasing, but she’d hit a tender spot. There was nothing he’d rather be.
Chapter Six
C harlotte had always suspected that Tony was a wild man underneath his cautious nerd persona. His Maserati was a clue and she’d seen glimpses of uninhibited behavior when he was younger. She’d suggested the sexy movie on purpose and wow, had he come through like a champ.
The movie had another hour to go so they spread the comforter on the carpet and continued to enjoy each other. Just when she thought she couldn’t possibly come again, he’d proved her wrong. But eventually exhaustion set in. Drawing the edges of the comforter over their sated bodies, they slept.
When she woke in the light of early morning, she was disoriented at first, especially because she was alone inside the protective warmth of the comforter.
“Good morning.”
She rolled in the direction of Tony’s voice and found him sitting on the sofa, dressed but disheveled, his hands clasped loosely between his knees as he gazed down at her with undisguised tenderness. He wore his glasses but he was unshaven and she’d never seen him that way. The dark bristles gave him a rakish air that fit the memories she had of their night together.
No matter what happened next, and she had no idea what that would be, she’d never look at Tony the same way again. She stayed snuggled under the comforter because she couldn’t pull off rakish. Her hair was likely a tangled mess and guaranteed her mascara was smudged. She probably looked like a deranged raccoon. “Good morning to you, too.”
“I hate to say this, but I have to leave. We’re both due in the office in an hour.”
“Yikes!” Forgetting modesty, she sat up and threw off the comforter.
“Now I really hate to leave.”
She absorbed the heat of his gaze and desire flowed through her, strong and fierce. “We could call in sick.”
“That would be one way to handle it.”
“Not the responsible adult way, though.”
He sighed. “No. Which means we’ll go into the office.”
“Right.”
“And we need to be on the same page.”
“You mean what we say or don’t say to the others?”
“Yeah.”
She wished they could transport themselves to a desert island where they didn’t have to worry about that issue and could explore this new development in private. “I guess we should talk about that.”
“We should, but we don’t have much time.” He paused. “We could just decide not to say anything.”
“You mean act like nothing’s changed?”
“It’s an option.”
“I’m not sure it’s a viable option. You’ve known your friends a long time. I think they’ll figure out something’s different.”
“Do you want to
More than okay. Within minutes he’d abandoned himself to the slightly kinky experience of having sex with a woman while listening to another man and woman do the same. Their heavy breathing and moans of pleasure fueled his own and he forgot they were actors on a sound stage. He’d never been to an orgy, never intended to go to one, but it might be a little bit like this.
Charlotte seemed to like it, too. She urged him on with language he’d never thought she’d use. So he gave it right back to her, laughing and cussing as their wild lovemaking stripped away his inhibitions. They almost fell off the sofa, but when they started to slide he grabbed the back cushion and held on as he came, and she came, and the world glittered like never before.
As they lay there panting, she started to giggle. “Next time –“ She gasped for breath. “We start on the floor!”
“Yeah.” He couldn’t stop smiling. “That almost got ugly.”
“But you saved us.” Still laughing, she combed his hair back from his damp forehead. “My hero.”
His heart squeezed. She was teasing, but she’d hit a tender spot. There was nothing he’d rather be.
Chapter Six
C harlotte had always suspected that Tony was a wild man underneath his cautious nerd persona. His Maserati was a clue and she’d seen glimpses of uninhibited behavior when he was younger. She’d suggested the sexy movie on purpose and wow, had he come through like a champ.
The movie had another hour to go so they spread the comforter on the carpet and continued to enjoy each other. Just when she thought she couldn’t possibly come again, he’d proved her wrong. But eventually exhaustion set in. Drawing the edges of the comforter over their sated bodies, they slept.
When she woke in the light of early morning, she was disoriented at first, especially because she was alone inside the protective warmth of the comforter.
“Good morning.”
She rolled in the direction of Tony’s voice and found him sitting on the sofa, dressed but disheveled, his hands clasped loosely between his knees as he gazed down at her with undisguised tenderness. He wore his glasses but he was unshaven and she’d never seen him that way. The dark bristles gave him a rakish air that fit the memories she had of their night together.
No matter what happened next, and she had no idea what that would be, she’d never look at Tony the same way again. She stayed snuggled under the comforter because she couldn’t pull off rakish. Her hair was likely a tangled mess and guaranteed her mascara was smudged. She probably looked like a deranged raccoon. “Good morning to you, too.”
“I hate to say this, but I have to leave. We’re both due in the office in an hour.”
“Yikes!” Forgetting modesty, she sat up and threw off the comforter.
“Now I really hate to leave.”
She absorbed the heat of his gaze and desire flowed through her, strong and fierce. “We could call in sick.”
“That would be one way to handle it.”
“Not the responsible adult way, though.”
He sighed. “No. Which means we’ll go into the office.”
“Right.”
“And we need to be on the same page.”
“You mean what we say or don’t say to the others?”
“Yeah.”
She wished they could transport themselves to a desert island where they didn’t have to worry about that issue and could explore this new development in private. “I guess we should talk about that.”
“We should, but we don’t have much time.” He paused. “We could just decide not to say anything.”
“You mean act like nothing’s changed?”
“It’s an option.”
“I’m not sure it’s a viable option. You’ve known your friends a long time. I think they’ll figure out something’s different.”
“Do you want to
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