New York Nights: 4 Book Erotic Romance Series Box Set

by Sienna Hart

  “Relax, Elise.” She smiled. “Just let it happen naturally.”

  I saw her inching toward me, and I closed my eyes. I imagined I was in a play where I had to kiss the main character for the first time. I tilted my head and waited for it to happen. Her lips grazed mine, and her hands cascaded down my shoulders. The nervousness I felt was slowly fading away and being replaced with an odd arousal.

  When she pressed her lips into mine, I could feel the heat of her body along my side. The tip of her tongue slid along the crease of my closed lips. As I slowly parted them I could feel her tongue invade my mouth. She felt so warm, and her touch was so very soft. I couldn’t help but want more. She leaned her body into mine and pressed toward me. She pressed me down so I was lying flat. She hovered over me, and her mouth consumed mine.

  I could feel her hands slide up my shirt and up to my breasts. As she inched underneath my bra, I heard a moan escape my lips. She was turning me on so much more than any man has ever done.

  Did this make me a lesbian? Was it wrong to like this and want more? A fear of what our relationship would become came over me, and I knew I needed to stop. If I didn’t, I was afraid it would go too far. I turned my head to move away from her, but she didn’t get the hint. She started kissing my neck with more need and urgency.

  “Um . . .” I tried to find the words. “Megan.”

  She moved down a little and began kissing my collarbone.

  “Please. You need to stop.”

  She slid her hands down my arms and grabbed my wrists. Pinning them to the floor over my head, she looked at me and kissed me hard. She was dominating me and it was very clear she wanted more. I felt a hot trickle of arousal between my legs. Her hips pressed into mine, and I felt her tongue slide back into my mouth. She picked up my hands and slid them down to my side. She put my hands on her sides and slid them down to her ass. She let them go and pulled herself into me. At the same time her kiss got hungrier and she began grinding into me. I was so turned on I was losing my train of thought. Would it be so bad to let this happen just once? I moaned again and pulled her into me.

  She pulled my shirt off, and somehow my bra came with it. Before I could protest, she had moved down and covered my nipple with her mouth. Each flick of her tongue and suck of her mouth sent electricity through my entire body. I fed my hands into her hair and arched my back toward her.

  “Oh God, you’re so fucking good at this.” I breathed the words and felt everything she was doing to me.

  She slid her hand into my shorts and quickly found the way into my panties. She knew just what to do and how to do it. I pressed her hand deeper inside me and started grinding against it. I could feel the climax building, and knew it was impossible to stop it.

  “Meg . . . um . . .” I grinded harder. I wanted her, I wanted her inside me; I wanted her mouth in my pussy. “Plea . . . I want you . . . hmm.”

  She kissed hard as she slid her body down my stomach. I felt her hands inching down around my waist and then jerk my shorts off. I grabbed the legs of the bed, just over my head, and I held on. Her kisses turned into bites, and the pain mixed with the pleasure she was causing almost sent me over the top.

  She licked my skin, leaving a trail down to the place that begged for her the most. She wrapped my legs around her and I felt her tongue slide deep inside me. Every move she made caused my body to react. I felt myself getting higher and higher. I felt my hands grab a hold of her hair and pull her into me harder.

  I felt my legs pick up my hips and grind myself into her. The arousal turned to something primal, and I felt the want and desire turn into a need for more. Numbness consumed me from the waist down, and then the waves of orgasm smashed into me. I raised my body up and put my head back. I needed to fuck her, I needed to scream, I needed to cry. I needed to let go.

  I tried to catch my breath, and when my mind came back to reality I realized what I had done. I couldn’t look at her. I sat up and saw I was naked. She leaned over to me and kissed me again. I could taste myself on her tongue. I felt dirty and ashamed. I tried to hide the guilt and embarrassment as I let her kiss me one last time. I knew it would kill her if I told her how I truly felt.

  I faked a smile, and hoped she didn’t want me to do to her what she just did to me.

  “So, it’s not so bad, is it?” She had a smile on her face as her fingertip traced my fingers.

  “You . . . you’re very good.”

  “I want more of you, Elise. I think we could really have something special.” She looked down as I grabbed my shorts and tried to slide them back on. “I’ve loved you for a long time.”

  My mouth got dry, and I didn’t know what to say to her. I needed some time to let this, to let her, calm down some. I needed this recent turn of events to subside before telling her how I truly felt.

  I heard my cell phone go off and secretly thanked the higher powers for the timing.

  “Excuse me.” I scrambled to get up and grabbed my shirt as I did.

  I answered my phone and realized I’d missed the call. Glancing at Megan, she didn’t move from where she was. She was looking at me like she was waiting for me to resume my position. I cleared my throat.

  “Hello. Yes it is . . . today?” I looked at the clock. “At three? I can be there . . . okay . . . thank you . . . I’ll see you then.” I set my phone down and pulled my shirt on. “I have to go. Can we . . .”

  “Of course.” Megan nodded and smiled. “We’ll talk later.”

  I cleaned up in the bathroom and grabbed my bag and laptop as I left the apartment. I wasn’t sure where I was going, but I knew I couldn’t stay there. My feelings were in a whirl of arousal and confusion.

  I walked a while and thought about what happened. About an hour later, I found a small restaurant and went inside. I ordered a frozen yogurt and set up my laptop at a corner table. I knew I had to fix things between Megan and me, but I wasn’t sure how to just yet. For the time being, I had to clear my mind. It was making me crazy.

  I found several emails that seemed important and I opened them. Most of them were invitations to do photo shoots for different companies. I spent the afternoon calling them and setting up appointments.

  Chapter 3

  I was just getting out of the shower when I heard Megan out in the living room. I had done a good job avoiding her the last few days. I still had to figure out how to handle the situation between us.

  I stayed in the bathroom as long as I could. She was usually gone by now. My shoot wasn’t for another two hours. It didn’t sound like she was leaving any time soon, so I rushed out of the bathroom.

  “Elise, we have to talk.”

  “I know. I’m late right now, but we will talk later, okay?”

  “Why have you been avoiding me?”

  “I haven’t.” That was a total lie. “I’ve just been really busy with my . . . with everything.”

  ”Whatever.”

  I hated letting her down, but I needed more time. I booked out of there and wasted the next couple of hours at a coffee shop going through more of my emails.

  “I’ve got to get an assistant.”

  I stayed long enough to look up my calendar, jot the address to Artist Midtown Studios, and I left.

  Arriving at the studio, I still got the butterflies when I was at a new place. I tried calming them down with some water before going in. The place was buzzing with people but it felt more controlled and professional than the last busy studio I worked at. I looked around and saw Donovan. I smiled immediately and walked over toward him.

  “And what are you doing here?”I beamed, thinking he was possibly here for me.

  “I’m doing a spread for a magazine on our band.”

  “How awesome.” Everything that man did radiated sexiness. I was definitely attracted.

  “Maybe we could grab some brews when I’m done.”

  “You got it.” I caught up with someone holding a clipboard and asked where I needed to be. She looked at her clipboard.r />
  “What’s your name?”

  “Elise Shay?”

  She looked around briefly and pointed toward the same set I’d just left.

  “Right there.”

  “Oh.” I looked up at Donovan, and a spark flickered deep inside me. I was going to be modeling with Donovan.

  I walked back to him and smiled again.

  “Can’t get enough of me I see” he said as he winked.

  “It looks like we will be working together.”

  “Oh I think my job just got a whole lot nicer.”

  “Five minutes, people!” The director rushed by.

  “See you in five.” I grinned and winked back at him.

  I wiggled into my costume and let the make-up artist transform me into a black panther with a barely-there leather outfit to cover just the necessities. With every stroke of the make-up brush, I was getting more and more aroused at the thought of being so up close and personal with Donovan. My thoughts turned to the night at the club when he dipped me and slid his hand up my shirt to my breast. I must have masturbated to that thought a half a dozen times.

  “You’re done.” The artist shooed me out of the dressing room before I could even see how I looked. I caught a glimpse of myself in someone else’s mirror and I stopped quickly. I couldn’t believe how different I looked. I felt unbelievably sexy and seductive.

  “Wow” I smiled.

  “Everyone on set!”

  I quickly walked out of the dressing room and toward the set. My heart sank when I saw four other girls dressed exactly like I was, already waiting on set for the shoot to begin. When I approached Donovan, he glared into me like he did the night at the club, and I felt that familiar flame.

  He stood in the center of the set. The other girls wrapped their arms around him from behind. Some loud thrasher music started playing very loudly, and I fell into place. I tried to blend in and become the panther I was dressed as, and after a few minutes, I fell into character.

  We all pretended to stalk and attack our male rocker victim until he abruptly stepped forward. He waved his arms back and forth. The music stopped.

  “This isn’t working.” Donovan obviously wasn’t happy with how the shoot was going. The photographer walked around the camera with his hands up.

  “It’s what they want, DJ.”

  “But it’s not what I want. Do it my way or find someone else.”

  “Okay . . . okay. Gimme some input.”

  “Those girls . . .” Donovan pointed to the other four girls. “They should look a little different than this one.” He pointed directly at me. “And they should and stay more in the background. Let her be in the center with me.”

  One of the other models stepped forward with her hands on her hips and an attitude like she owned the place. Her accent was something vaguely Portuguese.

  “I have seniority over her or any of these other bimbos. If anyone should be in the center of this shoot, it should be me.” She strutted herself over toward Donovan and slid her arms around him like a cat ready to strike.

  Donovan grabbed her arms and pushed her off him.

  “Back off, Natasha.”

  “I’m not taking the back for some young inexperienced . . . slut . . . like her.”

  Donovan turned around and got in her face.

  “You’re too skinny and . . . too . . . senior.”

  She got offended, but quickly changed when she looked at me.

  “That’s not what you said the other night.” She grinned and sashayed back to the others, but not before throwing me another glare.

  There was a lot to learn in this business; a lot of cat-fighting—I just didn’t expect it would be so literal.

  A couple of make-up artists came out and began changing the girls’ faces. They also added a few strips of clothing here and there to differentiate them from me. I should have felt special that he wanted me over the others, but I couldn’t help but feel like I was stepping on toes.

  When they were done, Donovan looked at them and compared them to me.

  “Better. Now let’s start this over again.”

  The camera began to click away, and Donovan grabbed me and yanked me over to him. I posed like I thought I should and quickly fell into character. Before I knew it, the other girls were gone from my existence and the only thing that existed was this big, muscular rocker and me. I prowled around him and felt him pull me into his side. His leg was between mine as he lifted me from the floor. Our faces were inches from each other, and our bodies tight together. My heart started to pound as he slowly slid me down his side.

  I circled his leg and intertwined myself down between his knees. I looked up seductively and reached up to the front of his leather pants. I slid my hand down the front of him and realized he was hard. My body tingled as he dropped down into a push-up position over me and slowly lowered himself on me. We both looked up to the camera, and it clicked so fast we couldn’t count the pictures it was taking.

  He rolled me over on top of him and grabbed handfuls of my hair. Pulling my head back, he dove into my neck and started kissing me savagely. I began to wonder if he was still doing this for the camera or for himself. I was beginning to understand why Natasha was so angry that I was chosen over her.

  His hands were all over me, and my barely-there outfit gave him easy access to whatever he wanted to touch. I was getting so turned on that I wanted to tear into him. I didn’t care about where we were or about anyone around us.

  Just as I was about to lose my mind and pull my costume off, the photographer interrupted.

  “That’s a wrap. Costume change.”

  I crashed back down to reality and regulated my breathing. Donovan stood up and hoisted me off the floor.

  “Elise,” he purred. “I’m impressed. You’re very good at this.” He reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling me into him. He nudged my hair away from my ear with his nose and got very close. “And sexy as fuck. You have me so turned on, I don’t know how I’m going to get through the next few hours. How about we go find a dark corner and I’ll make you feel just like you were making me feel out there?”

  “Mmm. Donovan.” I slapped his chest and walked away. “You’re so unprofessional.” I looked back and grinned at him before disappearing into my dressing room.

  I collapsed in the lounge chair and started fanning myself.

  “Damn.”

  Chapter 4

  After a few more sets and several costume changes, things got a little less tense and a little more friendly. We all came off the set and the others grabbed a bathrobe hanging in the dressing room. They all made themselves comfortable. I followed suit to try and connect with them. I heard a knock at the door and before anyone could say anything Donovan was walking in with a bottle of wine and several glasses. He held them up and smiled.

  “Here’s to a job well done, ladies.” They all jumped up and took a glass. I stayed in my seat and just watched. He poured a few swallows in each glass before turning to me. “And for you?” He handed me a glass. I hesitated until he looked directly into my eyes. I cocked my head a bit and with a half of a smile I accepted. He filled my glass and did the same to his own. He turned and raised his glass. “To all you sexy fuckers who make my job a hell of a lot better than I could possibly imagine.”

  A couple of the girls hooted and hollered, and they all clinked their glasses together. I raised my glass and took a sip. He plopped down on the floor, leaning against my chair, and rested his elbow on my legs.

  “Comfy?” I asked.

  He leaned his head back and looked at me.

  “Very.” He smiled.

  A few times, I wondered if he’d accepted one of the other girls for his tension release after I’d turned him down. But the way he kept flirting with me made me think otherwise.

  A few of the girls left when they realized he wasn’t going for another bottle of wine. Natasha looked like she was trying to find a reason to stay. It was obvious they’d had a fling or somethi
ng once upon a time, or maybe even recently. I had to expect that from a punk rocker like Donovan. She seemed very defensive around me but Donovan didn’t seem to care. Her attempts at getting his attention kept failing and she was looking like a desperate housewife looking for attention. Donovan got up and leaned over me.

  “I know this amazing tapas bar you’d fall in love with. Care to join me?”

  I glanced over at Natasha feeling guilty and sorry for her. I wondered if this was what the industry called a washed-up model. She was on her way out and was trying to hold on to something.

  “I’d love to.” He helped me up, and I grabbed my clothes. “Give me two minutes?”

  He left and Natasha followed. A small twinge of jealousy crept inside me, but I shrugged it off as I changed and washed my face.

  I walked out and looked around, but didn’t see Donovan or Natasha anywhere.

  “Excuse me.” I stopped by the set and asked one of the technicians wrapping cords. “Did you see Donovan Jones?”

  “He left.”

  “He . . . left? Are you sure?” The guy nodded and went back to his work. “Shit.”

  I began thinking maybe he’d changed his mind and left with her anyway. If he was really that shallow, I wasn’t interested anyway.

  I walked out and called Isabel. She wouldn’t stiff me. It rang a few times and went to her voicemail.

  “Hey. It’s Elise. I’m done with my shoot. Want to meet for dinner? Call me.”

  Just as I hung up, someone grabbed me from behind. I gasped and turned around.

  “Inviting a girlfriend to join us? Mmm, how kinky.”

  “Donovan! You scared me.” I slapped his arm and smiled. “I thought you left with . . . I thought you left.”

  “Why would I leave with . . .” He winked. “When I have you on my arm?”

  * * *

  I snuck in the front door of my apartment after my night with Donovan and tiptoed to my laptop. Quietly snapping on my overhead light, I wanted to check my emails to see how many I had. They were growing at a rapid pace, and I couldn’t keep up with them all. I didn’t want to miss a good photo shoot with a reputable company, so I vowed to put an ad online for an assistant.