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  “Do you mind if I ride,” she purred as she pushed him onto his back and straddled his body. He handed her a condom he’d snagged out of his wallet and she rolled it on. She positioned the opening to her pussy over his cock, and allowed it to slide in its slickness.

  “Enough!” With that he grabbed hold of her hips and surged upward, his cock entering her pussy in one stroke. He paused for a moment and allowed her to adjust to his girth. Beads of perspiration rolled down his forehead as he stilled his movements.

  She smiled down on him and gave a little grind of her hips, causing him to give her behind a light swat. He quickly followed that with a soft caress and lick of one of her distended nipples. She trembled in his arms, closing her eyes savoring the moment.

  “Ready?” When she nodded, he began making love to her, slowly at first, his cock barely moving inside her. He was huge, filling her like no other man had ever done. Soon, she joined in and met him stroke for stroke. That seemed to set off something inside him, which made him increase his speed and depth within her. She couldn’t keep up, and decided to let him set the pace and simply enjoy the ride. When his thumb touched her clit, she lost it. An orgasm tore through her body, and she painfully bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out. Once she found her release, he soon followed, his body shuddering beneath hers.

  Sharese slumped onto his prone body, deliciously exhausted and completely sated. His strong heartbeat resounded in her ear, its rhythm keeping pace with her pulse. When he began to massage her back, the only thing she wanted to do next was go to sleep. But she realized the narrow sofa couldn’t be comfortable for such a big man, so she reluctantly peeled herself off of his warm body.

  For some reason she suddenly became shy as they set their clothing to right. Hell, she’d been naked more times then she could count on both the stage and movie sets. Why in the world was she now acting like a novice?

  When they were completely dressed, they stood facing one another, not speaking, seemingly waiting for the other to make the first move. It was now or never. “Joseph,” she said hesitantly, “Um, I didn’t intend to seduce you.”

  “Who said you seduced me? Maybe it was the other way around.”

  “I guess it doesn’t matter.” She walked over to her dressing table, took a seat and gathered her courage. “We’re both adults and obviously know what we want.”

  He took a few steps in her direction and perched his butt on a corner of the table. “So if you didn’t intend to seduce me, why did you summon me to your dressing room?”

  His question gave her the perfect opening. She tipped her head back and met his intense stare. “I wanted to talk with you about the part.”

  “What part?” he asked dejectedly. “I think that ship has sailed.”

  “How about spending the weekend with me? We can discuss what the director said earlier—”

  “There’s nothing to discuss. If I can’t have the lead, I don’t want any part.” He rose and headed for the door.

  She jumped to her feet and managed to insert herself between him and the door. “Then spend the weekend with me so we can get to know each other better. Do you have other plans?”

  He looked down on her with a pensive look on his face. She gave him a shy smile along with a little wink. When he took a deep breath, she knew she had him.

  “Okay. I need to swing by my place for some things first.”

  Trying not to appear too excited, she turned and grabbed her purse. “Lead the way.” Soon they were on the street, headed toward his car and hopefully a fruitful weekend together.

  Chapter Three

  Joseph side eyed Sharese as she slept peacefully in the passenger seat. She conked out soon after he exited the city and hit the highway. In a way he was thankful she fell asleep so quickly. That meant there would be no awkward small talk. He hated that shit.

  He blew out a loud breath and wondered how he got himself into this situation. His boys would never believe he screwed the delectable Sharese Moore in her dressing room. Not that he’d ever tell them what happened between them. Kissing and bragging was not his thing. Now he was going to spend the whole weekend with her at her beach house, and probably have a whole lot more sex. Fucking amazing!

  Running his left hand through his long hair, he allowed a smile to tilt the corners of his mouth. He may not have received the part he wanted, but he got something for his troubles. His smile widened when she shifted in her seat and let out a little moan.

  Thinking about the audition though made his blood boil. He knew that in the script the lead was described as blonde and blue-eyed, but so what! Maybe he was being a fool because of his stance, but he had his boundaries and pride. And offering him the small part of Sammy was a non-starter.

  What his grandfather told him before he left home carried him through many a hard time in the big city: never forget where you came from and who you represent. Make your people proud. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from choking up and sent up a prayer of thanksgiving for the man who taught him everything and made him the man he was today. She stirred slightly and slowly awakened, stretching her arms over her head. He couldn’t help but notice how her blouse tightened as she moved, perfectly outlining her pert breasts. His mouth watered as he recalled how they tasted and how the nipples instantly responded to his touch. “Have a good sleep?”

  She quickly nodded and gave him a tiny smile. “Yes, I did, thank you. As a matter of fact, it’s the best sleep I’ve had in a while.”

  “Insomnia?”

  “No, worse than that. I have horrible dreams most nights.”

  “About what?”

  She scrunched up her forehead and turned to look out the passenger side window. “You’ll think this is silly, but I dream about being poor again.” She stopped talking and closed her eyes. “I shouldn’t be telling you all this. We just met.”

  “Just meeting didn’t keep us from having sex in your dressing room.”

  She bit down on her bottom lip before bursting out in laughter. “Damn, that’s blunt.” He soon joined in and glanced at her as she wiped tears rolling down her cheeks. “Well, you’ll have to excuse my forwardness. That’s the way I was raised.”

  “What do you mean?” she asked.

  “My grandfather taught me to say what I mean and mean what I say. No pussyfooting around.”

  “Is that an old Lakota proverb?”

  His head whipped around at her statement. “How did you know I was Lakota?”

  She had the nerve to blush and bow her head. “I’ve done my research.”

  “Uh-oh,” he muttered. “That sounds stalkerish.”

  She laid a hand on his right arm and began to laugh again. “No, no, let me explain. I’m a big fan of yours. I pick up every rag on the newsstand with your picture on it.”

  His eyes widened at her revelation. “You’re a fan of mine?”

  “Of course I am. You have to know you’re the hottest thing on television.”

  “I don’t know what to say. Sharese Moore, the biggest star on Broadway, is a fangirl.”

  “Yes sir. I never miss an episode of ‘Loving Life’. The Soap Network is my best friend.”

  Before he could respond, she pointed out where he should turn off the highway. While she provided him directions to her beach house, he mulled over her admission that she followed his career. Many a day he wondered if he was wasting his time and talents on the soap. It was good to hear that an accomplished actress appreciated his work.

  Soon they pulled into a circular, brick-covered driveway. She directed him to park his car right in front of the entrance to the house. “Welcome to my little getaway.”

  “Little getaway?” He hopped out of the car and sprinted around to open the door for her. “This is a mansion.”

  With a wave of her hand, she started for the door. “If you think this is something, you should see some of my neighbors’ places. Come on in.”

  She punched in a few numbers on the keypad near the
front door, pushed the door open and pulled him inside. As soon as the door clicked shut, she encircled his neck with her arms and looked up into his eyes. “I need to give you a proper welcome.” Her tongue darted out to moisten her full lips, a smile threatening to appear.

  “Don’t let me stop you from doing your duty, ma’am.” In an instance, their lips met and his tongue plunged into her hot mouth. There wasn’t one area he didn’t miss: her taste was intoxicating. She did her best to explore his mouth too, exciting him even more.

  Reluctantly, he broke off the kiss and simply held her in his arms. Was it only a few hours ago he met this woman? Already they’ve had one round of hot sex and it looked like another one was right around the corner. Were they moving too fast? Was he really asking that question? Man, he was losing his mind, but if being with her was the result, he welcomed the downfall. Damn.

  Sharese almost pinched herself as she walked along the beach, hand in hand with Joseph. It was a beautiful, warm day, the kind she rarely had time to enjoy. For the past four months, she’d been holed up in her Manhattan condo, pouring over scripts. Sun, sand, and a gorgeous man at her side: what more could she ask?

  They lunched on a delicious vegetarian dish her chef prepared earlier in the day and left in the fridge. She gave the whole staff the weekend off so they’d have plenty of privacy. “So this is where Broadway stars spend their time off, huh?” He grinned down at her, causing her heart to skip a beat.

  “What little time off I manage to claw out, I try to slip away from the city. Yeah, this is my refuge.”

  He took both of her hands in his and guided her to a spot on the sand where they took a seat. “Before I get caught up in the allure of the stage and the big time, can you tell me if it’s worth all the trouble? I mean, the lack of privacy and people always wanting something from you.”

  “Don’t you have those problems yourself? Your face is always popping up on the cover of some magazine.” She tilted her head to the side and looked at him, awaiting his answer.

  “Don’t even try it, lady. I’m only some guy on a soap opera and you’re an award winning actress.”

  “Why are you putting yourself down? Many so-called stars started out in the soaps. It’s a good way to get exposure and hone your skills.” After making sure she had his attention, she tossed out, “I had a small part in a soap myself.”

  He threw back his head and let out a bark of laughter. “You? In a soap opera? I’ve followed your career for years and never seen you in any of them.”

  “I’ll have you know that I had an important part in the longest running program.”

  “What part did you play?” he asked, trying his best not to laugh again.

  “A corpse,” she admitted with a twinkle in her eye.

  “And I bet you were a very convincing corpse, too.” This time he could not contain himself and started to snicker, his hand over his mouth. He even had the nerve to fall over onto his back, holding onto his sides as he continued laughing.

  “Hey,” she yelled in a serious tone of voice as she crawled over to his prone position. “They told me I was the best dead body they’d ever had.” This only caused him to howl even louder and roll in the sand.

  She rose to her feet and started back toward her house, her spine ramrod straight. Before she took three steps, he appeared in front of her, all signs of amusement wiped from his face. She tried to side step him, but every way she turned he managed to stay one step ahead.

  “I’m sorry,” he said in a quiet tone of voice. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

  She let out a loud huff and placed her hands on her hips before smiling. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I guess I was being a little too sensitive.”

  He took her in his arms, and planted a soft kiss on top of her head. She could hear his heart beating in his chest as he held her close. It was a reassuring sound, one that caused her to immediately calm down.

  “Joseph,” she said in a tiny voice. “Make love to me again.”

  Without another word, he stripped her of her clothing. In short order, he shed his pants and shirt, and stood in front of her magnificently bare. Before she could object, he picked her up and strode in the direction of the ocean, passionately kissing her along the way. He didn’t stop until they were chest deep in the water and near a rock formation.

  “Have you ever made love in the ocean?” he asked as he perched her ass on a smooth portion of the rock.

  “No,” she whispered with a tremble in her voice.

  “Then you’re in for a treat.” He used his hands to push her thighs apart, lowered his head and began to kiss her mound.

  She let out a series of small whimpers as he took his time exploring her pussy. When he used his fingers to spread her lips apart, all she could do was hang onto his broad shoulders as he plunged his tongue into her honeyed depths. With the yell that followed, it was a good thing her stretch of the beach was secluded.

  He took his time lapping up her juices, and at the same time caressed her sensitive tits with the pads of his thumbs. The crash of the waves washing up on the rock along with the sounds of their lovemaking created an erotic song, one she’d always remember.

  “I need to taste you too,” she said as he took a break from his ministrations. “Trade places with me.”

  He took a step back and allowed her to slip into the water while he hopped up onto the rock. His huge cock jutted from the patch of dark hair at his groin, beckoning her to take it into her mouth.

  She licked her lips and greedily slid them around his throbbing cock. She heard a hiss escape through his clenched teeth and her tongue began to work its magic. He tasted salty, but also like man, a delicious combination. His hands sunk into her hair, urging her forward. With her hands on his muscled thighs, she alternated between sucking him off and twirling her tongue around his hard length. Just as she felt him beginning to come, he pushed her away and switched positions so her back was now against the rock.

  In one smooth motion, he lifted her ass so she was floating and stepped in between her thighs and drove his cock into her quivering pussy. As he began to thrust into her, she clung onto him for dear life. The water churned around them as he moved faster and faster. An orgasm like she’d never experienced tore through her body. One, two, three strokes later he stiffened and withdrew from her body, spilling his seed into the ocean.

  “Damn, that was good,” she managed to say in between deep gulps of air.

  “Wait until you see what I do for an encore, baby.” With that, they headed back to the beach, gathered their clothing, and strolled hand in hand to the house.

  Chapter Four

  Joseph let a lazy grin spread across his face as he watched Sharese munch on her sandwich. They faced each other while sharing a chaise lounge on her covered patio, their legs intertwined. After their erotic romp in the water, they were famished. Although their vegetarian lunch satisfied him earlier, he now needed an old fashioned sandwich with plenty of meat. She wrinkled her nose initially, but after one bite of his creation, begged him to prepare one for her.

  “Delicious,” she declared after popping the last bit into her mouth. “If you ever leave this acting stuff behind, you certainly have a future as a chef.”

  He chuckled as he finished off his meal. “I wouldn’t go that far.” He leaned over and placed a quick kiss on the tip of her nose. “But thanks for the compliment.”

  She blushed and dipped her head. Tentatively, she reached out and began tracing the wolf tattoo on his chest. A jolt of something he couldn’t name shot through his body, straight to his cock, making it jump against her thigh. She gave him a shy smile as she continued her explorations. “Tell me about your tatts.”

  He sucked in a shaky breath before answering. “You’re touching the first one I got. It’s my favorite.”

  “Why?”

  “Because the wolf holds an important place in the Lakota culture. It’s an adaptable creature, able to survive all kinds of conditi
ons, either man-made or caused by nature.”

  “Like you?”

  “Yeah, I suppose you could say that.”

  “That’s fascinating.” Her attention turned to the left side of his chest. “So, tell me about your buffalo.”

  “Bison, not buffalo.”

  “Aren’t they the same thing?”

  “My people call them bison, always have. They sustained us when we lived off the land. Where they roamed, we followed. There used to be thousands of them until the white man came and killed them indiscriminately.”

  “The eagle,” she pointed out the third animal that took up middle of his wide chest. With the tip of her tongue sticking out of her mouth, she reverently traced her fingertips across the bird’s unfurled wings. “It’s so beautiful.”

  “I don’t think an eagle would appreciate you calling him beautiful,” he chuckled while gazing into her upturned face.

  “Alright then smarty. How would you suggest I describe them?”

  “Majestic, powerful, you know, manly adjectives.”

  “What about lady eagles? Can’t they be beautiful?”

  Donning a serious look on his face while her stroked his chin with his thumb and forefinger, he pretended to ponder her suggestion for a hot minute. “Hmm, maybe.” He bent down and captured her nimble fingers in his hand and brought them to his lips. “You have the sexiest hands I’ve ever seen,” he said while feathering tiny kisses on each finger.

  “You’re trying to distract me.” She pulled her hand free and continued her maddening journey along his chest. “What’s the significance of the eagle to the Lakota?”

  “Legend has it that there was a great flood that wiped away all the two-leggeds except one, a young woman.”

  “Two-leggeds?”