Body Heat

by Mia Ford

  “Seriously Eric I'm all right.”

  He’s been my private nurse ever since I thought that I was being too harsh on Kevin and took up his offer on reading my final lines. My last shoot alone was horrible. The director said that it was the weather, but it was evident I was completely off my form. I couldn’t get Eric off my mind.

  “The doctor says that you will be okay, but you still look a little hazy to me.”

  “Thanks,” I smile at him. He’s got a serious look on his face. The same one that he had when he was beating the living daylight out of Kevin.

  “Where’s Kevin now?”

  “What do you care? He’s lucky that he’s not in a fucking body bag,” Eric sighs, I can tell that he’s trying to hold back how angry he is right now. I told him about Kevin, and he said that I was oversensitive. He’s apologized so many times for not listening, but he doesn’t seem to realize that it’s not his fault.

  “I was the one that said that Kevin could come back to my room and help me. I didn’t have to do it. I thought that he was a creep from the beginning, and I even told you that, but still, I shouldn’t have let down my guard.”

  “You should have called me!”

  He kisses me on the head, and for a split second I think that he’s right but then I stop myself from thinking that and say, “You know I shouldn’t have called you. At least we’re on set for another couple of days. The weather’s perfect apparently and everything’s worked out in the end. Can we just drop it please?”

  I fold my arms when he avoids looking at me, and I can see that his vein is starting to pop which means that he’s angry, probably reliving the time that he came to rescue me in his head.

  “I should have just stuck with my gut instinct which was that Kevin’s a creep. That’s it. I don’t want to be running to you all the time. For the first time in my life Eric I’ve been independent, and I just don’t want that to stop. I need to feel like a woman. Not a child running around waiting for her parents to take care of her. Or hook up with a star on one night and then think that he’s going to run into the bar that she works in and declare his undying love for her.”

  He gazes over my body in my non-sexy night robe courtesy of the hospital and I can tell that he has lust on his mind.

  “You did that?”

  I nod my head thinking that he was paying attention to that part. I wondered if he heard anything else, but then he confirms it when he says, “Well, you’re every bit of a woman to me and more.”

  “You say the sweetest things, but I know what you have in mind.”

  He shakes his head, “You have no idea what I have in my mind. I have so many dirty thoughts that I need to fucking stop myself at the best of times. God like a week ago, when we were doing that sex scene. How many times did Ben tell us to cut?”

  “God! that was so hard,” I giggle remembering the director telling us to cut about five times. “It was like being back in your house that night.”

  He shakes his head, “No even better than that. Because now I’ve got to know you. It doesn’t feel like a one-night stand it feels as if it’s the start of something new…”

  I bite my lip as I listen to him.

  “That’s if you want it to be. I just presumed that this is what you wanted, or that’s what I thought at least. I mean that after we’ve finished shooting I don’t want to see you again, just so that we can have sex.”

  “Thanks Eric.”

  “No, I meant that I would like to take you on a date. Or whatever it is people do when they’re dating. Then again if we’re dating then I do need to take you on a date. But then again, I was thinking something more on the lines of boyfriend and girlfriend.”

  God, the man can talk!

  “Yes!”

  He takes in a deep breath and then comes back to sit on the bed, this time not at the edge, but a lot closer.

  “Florence says that you’re good for me.”

  “Does she? And what do you think Eric?”

  “I think,” he strokes the side of my face. “That you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I want it to work.”

  “Before I used to dream about us getting married.”

  “Like a lot of young girls. I know you had my photos on your wall. You used to sign your name as Valentina Turner, and you used to kiss my photos at night.”

  “Now, I’m kissing the real thing. It feels like a dream come true.”

  He pulls back as he was just about to kiss me.

  “Thing?”

  “Oh, come here and kiss me already. You know you want to.”

  He growls as he gets closer, “Oh, I want to do a lot more than that. Once you’re out of this hospital bed. I have every intention of showing you.”

  Before I can say another word, he presses his lips to mine, and it’s so strong that I wonder if he’s going to wait for me to leave the hospital or if he intends to take me right now as he crushes his face to mine. His tongue explores my mouth greedily as I hold on to his head and encourage him to come in deeper. He moves his fingers along my shoulder and then to the nape of my neck.

  The pain that I felt in my head as I was lying on the bed from the knock that Kevin gave me becomes a fading memory as I think about Eric and I. Our lives not only as a couple but as stars.

  Epilogue

  Valentina

  We’re supposed to be on our way to the movie premiere. It’s already been labeled the blockbuster of the year, and so far both Eric and I have had calls about new movies to star in. A couple of them together which Eric’s keen on the other romantic comedy. It’s kind of similar to the premier that we’re going to, but I’m just starting out so I’m cool to stay in the same type of role if that’s the way to go about things. I’m still not sure and I feel like a little kid always asking Eric about the best thing to do at times.

  After going to court and testifying against Kevin, I thought that no one would want me on their books. But it’s been the complete opposite. It’s as if I’m the girl that spoke up against the dirty camera man and helped other women speak up against him, which is why he’s safely locked behind bars.

  As Eric’s tongue slowly slithers inside my mouth like it’s been longing to do ever since that first night when I was back at his house. I knew that the moment we did the last scene of the movie. There’ll be no holding back, and I was right, we’ve been inseparable ever since then. He grabs my hand and unbuckles my seatbelt as we’re both sat at the back of the limo.

  “Eric, don’t you ever get tired?”

  He slips his hand in between my dress and growls, “You know you want to!”

  In a quick flash, he rips my lace panties as if it’s a piece of paper.

  Why does he always make me so wet?

  We’re breathing so heavily in and out of each other’s mouths. My hands are running underneath his shirt, and I tug it off him and throw it on the floor.

  It’s crazy because we’re acting as if we’re long-lost lovers even though I’m nearly always at his place. Rosetta constantly asks if I’m going to be moving in permanently. I think that she likes having me around, and she’s been giving me cooking lessons, but I believe that Eric needs it more than I do.

  “Eric, we really shouldn’t be…”

  I’m lost for words as he unbuckles his belt and I see his cock. My second favorite part of his body. I could touch it all day, and right now I think that my pussy’s gong to be riding it. I don’t hesitate on sitting on top of him.

  “You’re amazing!”

  He growls as I lift up my legs and I’m not even bothered about the fact that there could be people outside seeing us as we stop at the lights. Eric doesn’t seem fazed either as he closes his eyes.

  “Shit, you’re so damn wet. I just slid right in.”

  “Where you belong!”

  I purr as I start to rock against him. I feel his cock fill me up and I start to ride him faster pumping my hips back and forth. His cock start to grind against my clit and Eric hol
ds on to my ass keeping it firmly in place as I continue to work him.

  “Yes!”

  I blurt out as I start to feel myself twisting and I know that it won’t be long before I start to come. He starts to kiss me passionately, and I feel his stubble against my skin. He’s growing a beard for his new role. The one that we’ve agreed to star in together. I know that we can’t keep it up for long, they’ll be a time that we’re working separately, but for now, I’m happy to be with him as much as possible.

  Our bodies are knotting together as if we’re a single entity even the bumpy ride doesn’t take away the moment that we’re sharing at the back of the limo.

  I start to hold on to the chair, gripping it for dear life as I feel myself completely losing control. There’s a wordless eruption that starts to take place as he starts to growl like a wild beast and I start to scream out loud unclear about our surroundings. Nothing matters but being in his arms.

  “Valentina!”

  He snarls as he starts moving my butt up and down out of control. I know that means that he’s coming and I want to do it too. This is a big night for us and as we both sigh with relief as my body starts to shake and it all comes to a dramatic end. I can feel that his once erect cock is now limp as I don’t have the same sense of fullness that I had only a few seconds ago.

  “Eric, I can’t go in there. I have no panties.”

  He winks at me, “That never stopped you before.”

  He has this crazy fetish which seems to involve me going everywhere with no panties, which at times is funny but this is a big night. I went to the stylist, had my make-up done professionally all for tonight. I wanted to look the part, a star. Because even if the movie isn’t the big blockbuster that everyone’s forecasting it will be. I want to feel as if all my hard work hasn’t been in vain. My parents told me that I was a whore. Sometimes I wash their words out of my mind, and once in a while, it comes in my head to bring me down.

  “All I know is that I love you Valentina White and you’re my shining star.”

  Wow, I want to scream at the top of my lungs as he strokes the hair out of my face.

  “You’re beautiful you know that?”

  I shake my head as I feel speechless about him confessing how he feels about me. I know that he cares, he’s attracted to me, but to say that he loves me. So many things are flashing through my mind right now as I hug him and say, “I love you too Eric.”

  “Good, now let’s show them that this is going to be the biggest blockbuster of the year.”

  Holy crap!

  “We’re here?”

  I jump up and move to the other side of him.

  “We’re here!”

  I scream out as I get myself together and put the loose strands behind my ear. He pulls up his pants and then laughs, “Let your hair loose like that. It looks sexy. Everything about you is sexy.”

  Apart from I can do with a quick shower right now, because my black silk dress is sticking to me like glue.

  “Can’t we go back home first?”

  He shakes his head, “No. You’re an actress. Put on a smile and fake it.”

  As the limo stops and the doors open and Eric step out, waving as if he was born to do it. I do the same thinking about what he’d just said. Not only am I an actress, but the man holding my hand right now loves me. Things are looking up for me, in so many ways that I know that our movie Perfect Strangers was the right title for how we hooked up. We were strangers then lovers and then friends. Our journey started unlike most couples; they become friends then lovers. It doesn’t matter because I have a feeling that things can only get better and it starts with right here and now. Harper spots me and winks at me. My best friend, the one that’s supported me, a lot more than anyone I know. The two people I love are here with me now, and I couldn’t ask for anything more. I don’t need it.

  ***HOT Seller’s Menage***

  BOOK 1: TWIN BROTHERS

  Two gorgeous twin brothers, one unsuspecting good girl!

  Seems like everything will go south!

  But, that’s the BEST thing that ever happened to me.

  Jane applies for a secretarial position in a shipping company, managed by two hot as hell bad boys!

  Enter Brent and Brandon.

  They are two HOT. SEXY. KINKY. ALPHAS.

  And they love to share!

  Well….this seems to be quite an arrangement!

  Pity that Jane will eventually have to choose….

  CHAPTER 1

  Brandon

  I was just ripping off the underwear of the slim blonde in the darkened hotel room, ready to be inside of her in this penthouse suite that was mine for the week here in Chicago. She was easy, giving in to my bright blue eyes and heavy, dark hair after only one drink. It was convenient that I met her in the hotel bar where I was partying with my twin brother, Brent. I was certain that he was in his own room with the sexy redhead he’d been kissing at the bar. I could hear the wind outside of the many windows as I slid a finger inside of her body and found her neck with my lips. I was horny as hell and ready for this woman, at least until it was time to kick her out.

  I was just moving over her when my phone rang from the living room of the huge suite. I assumed it was some girl that wanted to hook up, but I was busy. I had a girl and I was ready to rock her world as I moved over her. I heard the phone ring once more after it went through the three rings before going to voice mail. Who the hell was so hell bent on getting through to me at one in the morning? I sat for a moment and listened to it go through the cycle, breathing in the fruity scent of her body as it went silent.

  I was just sliding into her when I heard the phone yet fucking again. She was tight and wet and I didn’t want to pull out of her, but I sensed this was important. I kissed her neck and whispered that I needed to take this call, pushing my body back as I left the bed. I didn’t bother to dress since we were alone and I was going to be back in that bed as soon as I could, coming back to reality as the shrill ring taunted me from the living room where my half-filled glass of whiskey was on the bar. I glanced around the room to see the screen blinking on the couch, walking over to it with a resigned sigh. I grabbed the phone and noticed Brent’s name on the screen, wondering why he wasn’t with the redhead. “Brent? What the hell?” I asked as I placed it to my ear, annoyed at my brother for one of the few times in my life. We were twins, born five minutes apart and as close as we could be. “Is everything okay?”

  “No, Bran. It isn’t. Dad was in a car accident on the way home from the airport. We need to catch a flight back to New York as soon as possible. Mom and Ashley need us.” His voice was low and I could hear the emotion in it that he was withholding.

  “Shit. Okay. I’ll pack a bag and meet you at your room.” I hung up and stood in the empty, gorgeous room for a moment. I was here because of my father and all his hard work building the most successful shipping company in the world. He’d started it himself just after college, beginning from the garage of their house and now it was in the ranks with Amazon, though he focused on computer parts and office supplies. Amazon sold everything. I went back to the bedroom, seeing the blonde on the bed waiting for me, looking dazed and horny. “Sorry, doll. Change of plans. I have to go back to New York for a moment.”

  “Is everything okay?” She asked as concern flashed over her face. I would never talk to her about my personal life. She was one of many that was here because of my name and money, my father’s success. I knew that she didn’t care about who I was inside, even though it looked cute on her.

  “Yeah,” I told her vaguely as I reached for my pants and slipped them over my body. I glanced around for my shirt and slipped the black t-shirt over my broad shoulders and ran a hand through my shoulder length hair as I tried to think about what was happening. I needed to pack the week or so worth of clothes that I had here and get to Brent’s room. I needed to go home. I walk over to pull the shirts from the closet, the pants, and tees from the drawer. I toss them into
my Hartmann luggage that was sitting on top of the big cherry wood dresser. I get my jeans and toss them on top before I go to the bathroom and wrapping everything in one of the thick towels from the shelf to keep everything else dry.

  I glance at the bed once the chore is done, seeing the woman dressing in her short black skirt and red silk blouse. I knew that I’d torn her underwear and that she was bare underneath but she was gorgeous. She’d be with another man in no time, whatsoever. I didn’t care that she would, either. I zipped my black suitcase closed as she stood and slipped her feet into the heels that matched her clothes well, though I didn’t pay a lot of attention to women and their shoe obsession. I appreciated a pretty face and the lingerie that covered their bodies before I ruined it, but the clothes and shoes weren’t something I mind to.

  I felt the woman looking at me as she stood across the room. “Do you need a cab?” I asked her as I shot her a glance.

  “I have a room here as well. I just knew that yours was better,” she assured me, sealing the knowledge that I already knew. She wanted a night with the trust fund kid. I watched her walk out and heard the door close before I made sure that I had all my things. I grabbed the suitcase and left the room, taking a right to my brother’s room before I tapped at the door.

  It opened and my likeness stood before me, looking concerned and stressed. I walked inside the room that was just like mine and over to the bar where I poured myself another whiskey. “How is he?”

  “Critical,” Brent replied as I looked at him. He was closer to our dad, though we were similar in our lifestyles. We both traveled a lot, partying all over the globe even though he wanted his only sons to go to college for a Business degree. He wanted us taking over from him, but we were only twenty-one and he was just forty-six, healthy as a horse right along with my mother. Wasn’t he? “Mom said the plane will be at the airport in the next half an hour to get us.”

  We had a private plane. We had boats in every ocean that existed and homes in all my parent’s favorite vacation spots. We had everything that money could buy and enough in the bank to keep that going, thanks to the man that was in the hospital right now. He worked hard for us. Who would take care of things now?