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  “Do that again,” he said under his breath.

  She did, working internal muscles, and Julian’s breath stopped for a moment before he let it out in a sigh. “Brilliant…”

  She laughed, gasping, and his eyes opened. His pupils had dilated, the black circles nearly devouring the gray irises. Georgie felt like she was drowning in them, lost in Julian’s eyes.

  He laughed, too, the sound as breathless as hers had been. He moved them both, pushing her up and following her so he was sitting and her legs were wrapped around his waist. His hand cupped her buttocks and moved her as he thrust.

  “Laugh again,” he said.

  She did, not because anything was particularly amusing, but because it seemed the natural expression to make when faced with the bliss her body was experiencing.

  “Every time you laugh, you tighten around me,” Julian said. “Fuck, it’s driving me insane.”

  He captured her mouth again. He was kissing her when she came, and he swallowed her cry of pleasure.

  She couldn’t think of anything but how good this felt, this explosion of ecstasy that filled every cell of her body.

  His hands tightened on her, and he thrust, and cried out into her mouth. His cock pulsed and throbbed inside her.

  Sweat glued them together, chests and bellies. His arms went around her back, cradling her close, and his face fit perfectly into the curve of her shoulder. His hair tickled her cheeks as she closed her eyes, holding him as close to her as he was holding her.

  “Bette Davis,” Julian said suddenly, startling her.

  She looked down at him. “What?”

  He grinned. “Lana Turner, Marilyn Monroe and Bette Davis. That’s who you remind me of.”

  The spot-on way he’d nailed her inspiration floored her, but Georgie rallied. “Fasten your seat belts. It’s going to be a bumpy night,” she quoted from All About Eve.

  Julian ran his hands over her back. “You’ll have to give me a few minutes, love. I’m not as young as I used to be.”

  Georgie blinked, and a minute after that, they were both laughing again.

  9

  “I’m going to absolutely murder all the chocolate in here.”

  Julian slid an arm behind his head, watching Georgie pull open the mini-bar. She’d donned the plush robe from the hook on the back of the bathroom door, but had barely tied it. Every time she bent, he caught a tantalizing glimpse of breast, belly, thigh. She looked over her shoulder at him, her hair falling over one eye, and her smile did him in. Utterly.

  They’d had mind-blowing sex, followed by conversation about poetry, politics, literature…his mind had been as thoroughly satisfied as his prick, and that was something that hardly ever happened. She was bright, this one, in addition to being sexy, and he couldn’t believe Cassie had never before introduced them.

  “Want some?”

  “No, love, you go wild.” He was done with his years of raiding the mini-bar for sugar in the wee hours. It would only rest heavy in his stomach. It was hard enough to keep trim on tour, he didn’t need to add to it.

  “Okay.” That smile again, not quite sly. She rooted around inside and pulled out some outrageously expensive confection of nuts, nougat and chocolate. Tearing off the paper, Georgie came back to bed and sat next to him. The robe gaped open, but she didn’t seem concerned at the view she was giving him.

  Julian took advantage of that lack of self-consciousness to fully enjoy the sight of her body. He watched her take a bite. Watched her lick her fingers.

  “What?” She paused after swallowing the mouthful of chocolate.

  “You’re a delight to watch.”

  She said nothing for a moment, concentrating on licking her fingertips clean. “How so?”

  He waved a lazy hand. “I like the way you eat. And sit. So easy. You’re a woman who knows herself. I like that. I spend too much time with women convinced fat can be acquired from the mere aroma of a hamburger. They wear their bodies like designer outfits, to be admired and updated every time the style changes, not something to be comfortable in.”

  She blinked rapidly, the candy forgotten in her hand. She looked down, and Julian sat, thinking he’d offended her. He reached to touch her face and get her to look at him.

  “Georgie?”

  She put the candy on the nightstand. “Come here.”

  He leaned in automatically, without stopping long to think on how it was she could command him so, as if she expected nothing less than immediate acquiescence, or about why he was all too happy to give it.

  She kissed him, putting his face between her palms and holding him in place. He tasted chocolate. She tasted him, sliding her tongue along his lips and diving inside like he was a treat to be devoured the way she’d eaten the candy. Intoxicating, to be kissed this way, when usually he was the one doing all the work.

  She broke the kiss, both of them breathing hard. She looked into his eyes. “I want to try out your shower.”

  Julian grinned. Fully sated by their round of lovemaking, he’d been too lazy to get up and clean off. But this was an entirely different incentive.

  “The eyegasm,” he murmured and ducked his head to run his lips along her neck.

  Georgie sighed and tilted her head to give him access. He licked her skin, tasting sweat and something purely female and arousing. The robe gaped a bit wider and he reached in a hand to cup her breast, the nipple already erect and taut on his palm.

  “Come on,” she breathed, inching back. “Don’t distract me.”

  “You’re distracting me,” he protested, but followed her willingly enough.

  She shed the robe as she headed for the bathroom, and the graceful way she let the material reveal her body as it fell away made his cock twitch. She was sex on heels, this one, even if, at the moment, her glorious pumps had been cast aside.

  In the bathroom, Georgie twisted and fiddled with the faucets until the hot water squirted out. A moment after she did something else and steam, scented with eucalyptus and lavender, fogged from hidden jets in the tile.

  “Nice,” she commented, turning to look at him. “I might never leave.”

  “Wouldn’t that be nice?” he said, without thinking, and she gave him that mysterious look again, like she was weighing him.

  Georgie didn’t answer him with words, just crooked her finger at him as she backed into the shower’s curving entrance. Julian followed, breathing in the steam and letting out a little sigh of pleasure when the hot spray needled him.

  “Fuck, I’d stay in here for hours.” He turned to let the water pound on his back.

  Georgie had settled herself on the curving tile bench. “I’d sleep in here if I could.”

  Julian put a hand on the wall above her head, looking down at her. He’d often thought the same thing. Hearing her say it aloud made him smile. “Me, too.”

  “We should invent that. A shower bed.” Georgie reached for his hip, her fingers splaying on his wet skin. She pulled him a step closer. He put his other hand on the wall. “We’d make millions.”

  She took his cock in one hand, stroking it from semi-interested to fully awake in a matter of seconds. Julian’s breath stuttered in his throat when she moved between his legs to cup his balls. Her thumb stroked the wet flesh, a finger explored along his perineum, and he obliged her by setting his stance a bit wider.

  “Millions,” he agreed, not capable at the moment of coming up with a more clever reply.

  She reached for the soft washcloth and the bottle of shower gel he’d brought along. No harsh, cheap hotel soaps for Julian. She squeezed some onto the cloth, then tilted her face up to him. His body shielded her from the direct spray, but water droplets had gathered in her hair like diamonds. Her skin gleamed with moisture and flushed from the heat. Her makeup hadn’t smeared, and he was tempted to ask her the brand of mascara she used, but didn’t. Her hand, stroking him with the washcloth, was more important at the moment.

  She washed his cock, then his balls, jerking h