Three Kisses of Lust

Three Kisses of Lust Gia Carelli is a straightlaced A-list actress, who finds herself addicted to something she has never had. Dark and seductively delicious twins. Liam and Aidan Wright, the dark and seductively declious owners of Wright Studios, are lucky in fortune, not with love. They hatch the perfect soul mate plan using one of the studio’s movies and its star, Gia Carelli, as the chosen one. They agree that the onyxhaired goddess is exactly their type. Will Gia be able to fight her body’s response to their heat and her soul's response to their hearts? Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre Length: 37,301 words

THREE KISSES OF LUST

Dede Craig

MENAGE AMOUR

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THREE KISSES OF LUST Copyright © 2011 by Dede Craig E-book ISBN: 1-61034-745-5 First E-book Publication: September 2011 Cover design by Jinger Heaston All cover art and logo copyright © 2011 by Siren Publishing, Inc. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

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DEDICATION This book is dedicated to my original hero, my hot husband.

THREE KISSES OF LUST DEDE CRAIG Copyright © 2011

Chapter 1 Liam Wright watched while Maggie swept her slim hand toward a blonde threesome standing in a fog of Marlboro Lights’ smoke. They stood directly in front of a perfectly dressed facade of a deserted motel in the studio’s outdoor lot, whispering and giggling between puffs. Maggie snorted. “The supporting cast. They play the troublemaking plastic wives club. I would say pretty accurate typecasting, don’t you think?” She raised her own thin cigarette to her equally scant lips, taking a long drag before exhaling to the heavens. He was never one for blondes. In LA, they had become tree-like fixtures, dotted all across the city, forcing anyone to become jaded. He threw a cursory smile in their direction then turned his attention back to Maggie. Her dove gray eyes narrowed, and she took a last quick drag before dropping the cigarette butt on the floor, twisting her tan brogue over the glowing filter. “So, Liam, this movie is going to be insane. It’s already getting crazy buzz. Will you be staying for the opening shot?” Liam nodded. “I will, yes. It’s the first summer release for next year. Our expectations are high of course.” He placed his hands into the pockets of his black pants.

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Maggie’s cell phone vibrated, and she raised her index finger in the air, clicked a button on her earpiece then lowered her head to take the call. “Yes, okay got it.” Her high-pitched voice cut through as she spoke into a headset then clicked off. “Liam, there’s a change in the shoot sequence. We’re shooting Gia Carelli’s scene with Cole Aimes first. Are you going to have a problem with that, Mr. Wright?” She reached for another cigarette from her cargo pants pocket and lit it in one swift movement. Liam shook his head and studied her profile and he couldn’t help smiling. Same old flame-haired Maggie. It matched perfectly to her equally fiery temper and no-nonsense chutzpah. His Diablo second mother, as he liked to call her. So many memories. His brow creased as the tinge of nostalgia swirled through him. “You’re awfully quiet, gorgeous, you okay? What’s with the brow lines? You know frowning ages you by at least ten years, and I don’t picture you handling Botox.” He laughed softly, watching her. “You’re still the same firecracker Production Manager as always.” She clicked her tongue with a smile. “And that makes you frown? I’m still the best in Hollywood, kid. To deal with this lot you have to be. I love my job. It’s the dumb ones I detest. The ones that think they make the movies. They make shit.” Liam nodded with a laugh. Maggie linked her arm into the crook of his and then led him toward the assigned catering area. “Come on, hot stuff, I’ll get you a cup of coffee and introduce you to the bleached bevy just dying to meet you. They’re practically salivating. You really should make an effort to look less hot when you’re around so much estrogen. And just when was the last time you got laid by the way? You know it’s going to turn blue, don’t you?” “Maggie, can you stay out of my sex life?” He unhooked his arm then laughed out loud. They came to a stop at the catering gazebo, and

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he turned to face her, her six feet meeting his inch for inch without heels. She smiled while the sinewy smoke trailed up her narrow cheekbones to her wide eyes. She held the cigarette aloft while she spoke. “I’ll stay out of it when you have one. Now, let’s get serious. It’s going to be a long day. Are you going to stick around?” He reached over and grabbed the lit cigarette out of her hand before killing it on the top of the large silver dustbin next to the catering table. Her eyes widened, and she watched the motion, horrified. “Hey, I wasn’t done with that.” “Smoking will kill you. Anyway, I’ll stay on set for as long as I can. Tony and I have been discussing a few changes to reduce the budget. We can’t afford any delays. I’m worried about this change in scene. Any particular reason for it?” Maggie frowned at the cigarette, her narrow shoulders braced to retrieve it. Instead, she turned toward the table. Following her glance, Liam looked at the variety of juice, pastries, deli-style sandwiches, and fresh fruit. He wasn’t the breakfast type, so nothing looked appealing. Maggie bypassed the plates and reached for two porcelain mugs engraved with the black Wright Studios logo. “There’s really nothing to worry about. We’ve got the best crew, hand-picked by you of course. The cast is solid, well except for one or two favors—Marco.” She coughed the name. “Other than that, everything’s going to be fine.” He frowned at her potshot against the producer. She had recommended someone else, and evidently wasn’t over it. Ignoring it, he continued, “I should hope so. It’s costing us a fortune.” “Worry less, live more. Heed the advice of an old woman. You need a special someone and a couple of nappy holders.” She reached for one of the clear coffee pots, poured both cups full, and then handed one to him. Her eyes softened, and she tilted her head toward

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him, her lips curved into a warm smile. “Liam, I worry about you guys all the time. You and your brother need to settle down. Thirty is already too late if you want heirs. Your father was pushing forty when you two came along, not the ideal age to be running after kids.” Her eyes glazed then she quickly shook her head. Liam reached out for her hand and squeezed it, feeling the warmth. “We’ll be okay. We’re big boys, and we can take care of ourselves.” “Yeah I know. It’s just well, since your dad... Oh, never mind. I can’t let the crew see me get all emotional.” She gulped before continuing. “Okay, back to business. Tony decided the scene with Cole and Gia would work better in the morning light. It matches the scene time. Cole, the supporting actor, he hasn’t been able to make the table reads. He’s fresh off the Okie bus. They reckon he’s the next Brad Pitt. Gia is a pro though. She’ll handle it just fine.” Liam’s eyes narrowed and he sipped on the steaming coffee before responding. “Gia Carelli. I know her work. There’s no doubt that she’ll nail the role.” Her name sent an uncontrollable shudder through his body. From her movies and photos, she was your typical exotic beauty with a Sports Illustrated body to match. He wouldn’t admit it to Maggie, but having Gia agree to do this movie had been a deciding factor in Wright Studios purchasing and financing it. He didn’t want Maggie to pick up on his thoughts, so he angled his body away, facing the lot. He could feel the ripples of vibration that came with the first day of shooting. Various crew members were rushing about the wide expanse of the lot, standing in groups or on their phones amidst scores of silver trailers, trucks, and equipment. “I agree. Gia is a rare gem of professionalism in this Sodom of Hollywood.” Maggie nodded then sipped from her mug. “I swear I’ve worked with a shitload of these starlets, and she is pure A-list. And hot. God, the girl makes nun habits look spectacular. She acts like one

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though, never a sex-laden scandal with her. Though, she never gives us half the shit these other PYTs do.” “PYTs?” Liam raised an arched brow. “Oh yeah, Pretty Young Things. It’s odd how the lower they are on the ladder, the bigger their egos.” She tightened her lips and turned toward the blondes. Liam followed her line of sight and smirked. “I’m just partial to actresses who know what the word respect means. Anyway, Gia Carelli is top notch. First on set, the last to leave. Consummate director’s dream. You know, you should take her out.” Maggie’s eyes glistened, the idea growing until she positively glowed. Liam smiled. Those were his strategic sentiments exactly, but he wasn’t ready to let Maggie know it. “So where is she? I haven’t met her yet.” He feigned disinterest and scanned the lot. Though he knew he would have spotted her from a mile. He had read her profile a couple of months ago. Discovered at fifteen in a crowd at a concert by a keen-eyed camera operator, she landed her first role a couple of days later. The rest was indeed history. He doubted she’d be able to blend in here. “She’ll probably be perched somewhere reading the script or a book. Just look for her glossy black mane. She could be in her trailer. She spends a lot of time there.” Maggie arched her neck, searching the crowds. “A recluse then?” He kept his voice neutral, unwilling to betray anything more than casual interest. “She likes to zone out before shoots. She mingles when she’s not shooting though. She’s, well, nice. Are there any nice ones still left?” Maggie shrugged. Her attention veered over his left shoulder, and she pointed. “There she is, over there. She’s heading to her trailer. Why don’t you go introduce yourself. I have to go and check the setup. Just shout if you need anything, okay, babe?”

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He turned around, and sure enough there she was, well, the back of her. All he could see was a dark sheath of waist-length hair, the color of rich oil, falling in uneven waves. “Introduce myself? Sure, why not. Thanks, Maggie.” He turned back then gave her a quick kiss on her cheek. “You’re welcome, hon. See you later. You guys would actually make the perfect couple.” With a final wink she walked away, missing the knowing smile on Liam’s face. **** Liam turned back to face the trailer. Gia stood rigid on the steel steps, one hand to her ear, the other slicing the air around her. He strolled toward the gleaming silver trailer, his gaze sweeping from her head to her slim, toned legs. She was swathed in a shiny pink robe which stopped mid-thigh. He reached the door when she entered the trailer, though she had left it slightly open. She was evidently on her phone, shouting to whoever it was on the other end of the line. He stopped and stood with his back to the trailer, alongside the door. “Mom, look, I’m done, okay! Put Dad on the phone. This is ridiculous.” “Her mother,” he whispered more to himself. Maybe this wasn’t the best time to be meeting her. Aidan had warned him to approach her on neutral ground, but patience was something he lacked. He had waited too long as is. His raised his knee and rested his foot on the back of the trailer. His coffee still in his hand, he gulped the remainder down. Her voice had a softer timber in real life, neither low nor highpitched, somewhere in between. A youthful singsong voice. Hearing it now, she either had voice coaching for the huskier tone she used in

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her movies or it changed when she was mad. He had only watched two of her films, but she made them memorable enough. She wasn’t exactly someone you forgot. “Dad, can you keep your wife away from the supermarket trash mags? I can’t defend myself every second of the day on some wild story she reads. She actually believes the crap.” Liam smiled in surprise. He thought it was something more serious, but tabloid stories? He laughed to himself. “Tell her I love her, and I swear, if and when I do decide to get married, she’ll be the first to know, not the National Enquirer. I gotta go. Love you, too.” He heard a muffled scream followed by a bright pink object flying out of the trailer. He jerked when it crashed on the concrete below. The shards splattered across his black John Lobb loafers. He looked down at the remains of her shiny phone. Parts of it were still covered in a plethora of rhinestones in varying shades of pink. The door squeaked behind him, and he turned and then froze. He was winded, feeling like he was inches away from the eye of the perfect storm. God, she was exquisite. Her pictures did her absolutely no justice. Her large green eyes widened in surprise then wrinkled with concern. “I’m sorry, did I hit you?” Possibly the most alluring woman he had seen in a long time. No justice at all. Gone was the dramatic camera makeup and wind-blown hair. She was a raven-haired natural beauty. Natural in LA? It sounded like an anomaly. Sans makeup, she looked much younger in person and ethereally beautiful. Her glowing skin was a warm olive tone, slightly flushed. His eyes traveled, and he found it difficult to look away, though he knew he should, he was— “When you’re through ogling, would you mind telling me if you’re okay? Did I hit you?” She waved her small hand in the air, breaking the trance. She crossed her arms then tightened her satin

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robe around her chest, stepping slowly down the stairs, stopping in front of him, her eyes fixed on his. A whiff of her perfume flitted into his flaring nostrils, and his eyes drooped, the fresh floral scent swirling through his nose. His mind quickly caught up to her words, and he nodded. He should have looked away, been polite, said anything, yet all he could do was stare, completely entranced. She stood so close to him, a whisper away, and he could see her eyes were not simply dark green. They were tinged with gold and brown specks. Her nose was small, but defined. Sure, he knew she was stunning, but nothing had prepared him for her. She was utterly sublime, a wet dream come true before his eyes. His eyes were focused on her lips, pursed into a tight line. He wanted to taste those full, sweet, pink lips. Both. On her stunning face and presumably lush and suitably wet slit. He wanted her. He inhaled then clenched his jaw, and the air rocked down his chest, into his belly, settling on his cock. It hardened in place. Her head was tilted, her narrowed eyes watching him, beginning on his face and traveling down the length of his body. For a second too long, it settled on the mug in his hand and— Fuck, he was hard. He blinked out of his daze and quickly lowered the empty coffee mug with both hands. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you’re in pain?” Her voice seemed to be muffled, as if she was speaking under water. He was almost panting, willing himself to listen to her. Was she asking if he was okay? His cock seemed to throb harder, and he battled to come up with a reply. “I’m okay. I was just coming over to—” Fuck you, I want to fuck you. He swallowed, admonishing his mind back to the moment. He was a grown man. He had to control himself, had to conceal the effect she had on him. He needed to feel her out, get to know her, for her to know him. But looking at her now, he knew she was not going to make it easy. He wanted her now.

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She turned around and walked toward the remains of her cracked phone. With her back to him, she held one hand behind her thighs, smoothing the silk robe, then stooped to pick it up. Although she tried to cover herself, the robe was too short, and her motion gave him a flash of her black, sheer panties. He gulped. It took every ounce of willpower not to go over, move her panties aside, and thrust his rock-hard cock into her pussy. Oh fuck, this was insane. This was not part of the plan. Perhaps Maggie was right. He had spent one too many nights horny and lonely. But this was crazy. He hadn’t expected to feel this. He glanced away, scanning the area around the trailer instead. Fortunately, no one had seen anything. He sure didn’t need an audience. He had to maintain his focus, which normally came naturally, if this was going to work. She stood upright then turned toward him. Her slender hands cradled the broken phone while she looked at it, her face the picture of regret. She sighed deeply then looked up, catching his gaze. The motion seemed to be slowed at a million frames per second. “Look, is there something you need? My shoot starts in the next—” Her eyes widened with realization.“Shit, wait, you must be Cole, right? I’m so sorry, where are my manners? I’m having the crappiest morning. Please come in. I’m Gia by the way.” She smiled and extended her hand out to him. She stood inches away from him. Her crown reached his chest, and he had to lower his head to look at her. He could get lost in those eyes. Eyes beckoning him, they could set countries to war. “Fuck me” eyes. He cleared his throat and took her hand, the small mound almost disappearing in his. It was soft and delicate. The current exited her fingertips and shot straight through to his dick. He registered the velvety shock but kept his hand firm before gently extracting it. She frowned then walked up the steps. When she reached the top, she stopped and turned toward him. “You coming?”

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I sure hope so. He smiled and nodded. So she thought he was Cole? Should he play along or come clean? His cock screamed for him to play along, drowning out any rational thought. He slowly moved to follow her. She threw him one last bemused smile, before turning, her ebony hair flipping behind her while she walked through the door. Liam crossed the threshold of the trailer, and he studied the small confines. It was tiny by A-list trailer standards. With only a couch, white wooden table, and single bed. An assortment of pink scatter cushions was placed on the bed, only the white sheet beneath breaking the color assault. It really wasn’t much. Nothing like the larger, more heavy-duty trailers they used on location shoots. He was surprised she hadn’t requested a larger one. He made a mental note to upgrade her to something more fitting. Gia was seated on the hot pink leather two-seater, one tanned leg tucked underneath the other. She fanned herself with the film script with one hand and then tossed her hair over her shoulder with the other. Liam stood at the entrance, watching her. He silently cursed the silky robe, which unfortunately covered most of her body. He sighed, willing it to move just an inch to the side and he would have a view of— “Okay, Cole, let’s go. It’s a pity you couldn’t make the table reads. This is your first role, right? We don’t have much time. I’ll take you through the basics. Tony’s great, so he’ll tell you exactly what to do. The scene is a quick one.” She leaned into him, studying his face. Her full, pink lips curved into a slow and unintentionally too sexy smile. Liam couldn’t help staring at the seductive curve at the top of her lip then up toward her eyes. He found himself taking labored steps toward the couch, each step heavier until he was standing inches away from her, his coffee mug covering his still hard dick. Maybe this

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wasn’t such a bright idea, maybe—shit, he couldn’t think straight when she did that, oh God— Her hand was running through her hair and her eyes half closed. It wasn’t a seductive move, more casual. She widened her eyes and then frowned as she watched him. To Liam, she might well have raked her hair over his bursting cock. He could feel the blood rush there again, and it throbbed incessantly, pleading for release. He wanted to rush over and take her right there on the hot pink couch. Instead, he remained rigid, his face frozen into the pretense of controlled calm. Her lips curved into a delicious smile, and her eyes seemed to twinkle with amusement. “You’re much hotter than they said. I don’t see the Brad Pitt resemblance though. Okay, sit down.” She patted the spot next to her. Though he was still half dazed and zoned out, he swallowed and inhaled, willing his body to behave. He edged forward and sat down, placing himself at the far end of the two-seater. As much as he wanted to be much closer, he knew it would only add to the pressure building up in every cell in his body. He stole a glance at her robe, crossed neatly across her body, and again, secretly hoped it would part. She looked at him, one eyebrow raised, and a light dimple indented her rounded cheek. “Okay, let’s start from the top. You ready?” He blinked. What the hell was she talking about? “Ready for?” His voice was husky and he cleared his throat. “The scene, page fourteen. You studied your lines, right?” Her eyes widened in friendly warning. He looked down at the script in her hands. “Oh yeah, sure.” “Sure doesn’t sound like a yes to me. Well, lucky for you, it’s short. Here, take mine, from the top.” She handed him the script already folded open to the scene.

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Liam looked down at the script. A light gray watermark was spread across the page with her initials. His idea, to prevent script leaks. The scene was clearly a short one, half a page with minimal dialogue. He flinched when he got to the bottom and read the words. A kissing scene. Now this would be interesting. To hell with control and sticking to the plan, rationale was proving difficult when she was so close. He had not bargained for the intense effect she would have on him. She was just an excruciatingly hot woman. That was all he expected. Yet every cell in his body seemed to gravitate toward her. He wanted to feel her, lose himself in her, know her thoughts, her desires. Yes, the plan was to tread on the side of caution, but fuck it, he could not wait that long. Aidan would understand. She might hate him when she found out, but right now he wanted her mouth on his, even if it was an act. He needed to feel the touch of her lips, taste her, devour her. He wanted to do so much more, but right now he’d settle for a tongue-fucking. “Okay, so the gist of the scene. I’m breaking up with you, but you don’t want me to go. We kiss, she regrets it and runs out. Okay? Let’s go.” Gia closed her eyes and inhaled deeply through her nose, before parting her mouth and exhaling. Her breasts rose and fell with each movement. She looked ravishing. He pictured her face beneath him, her eyes closed, while he fucked her and she moaned. Oh God, his cock was even harder. He glanced away and tried to think of anything else. But he couldn’t. All he could think about was drowning himself in the depths of her body, her mind, her everything. “Michael, I can’t do this anymore. It’s over. I have to let you go.” Who’s Michael? He glanced down at the script. Right, the character. Focus. She was looking at him, her long, dark lashes blinking, waiting for a response.

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He scanned the page and found his line. “Do I just read what it says?” She probably thought he was an idiot. As much as he was a major part of the movie-making industry, he was more a suit, as they called him. But right now he could barely breathe, let alone think. She laughed. A soft, seductive and musical laugh. He frowned, bemused. Her voice was sweet and honey-coated. “I’m sorry. I forget you’re new to this. For now, just read it, but when we’re shooting you have to feel it. You are Michael, got it?” He nodded and looked down at the script again to find his line. “Okay.” He cleared his throat and quickly scanned the lines. He stilled his face and tried to emit some semblance of the emotion the line required. When he looked up again, into Gia’s eyes, he found his inspiration. “Let me go? I’ve waited so long to find you, and now that I have, I can’t let you go. Ask me to stop breathing, ask me to deny everything I am, everything I know. But let you go, I won’t. Don’t do this, Chloe.” Her shoulders slumped, and she frowned before cupping his face in her hands. She leaned closer, her lips a heartbeat away from his. “Oh, Michael, I have to. Don’t you understand? I don’t deserve you. If you knew the things I’ve done, loathsome things—” Fuck she was so close, so close. He glanced down at the script then up, meeting her stare. Her scorching hands were burning through his shirt into his skin. He wanted to grab them and shove them over his throbbing cock. He saw the expectancy in her eyes, forgot the next line, then quickly turned back to the script. “I don’t care. We belong together. I know about Riley and it doesn’t matter. You are my heart, my all. I can’t live this life without you. You are my reason.” His voice was hoarse, and he swallowed in an effort to clear it. Her full lips curved at the corners, and her eyes gleamed with misplaced pride. “That was great. You’re a natural. Your lovelorn, pained look suits the role. Use it when we shoot the scene. Okay, then you pull me close to you.”

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He was rigid, every part of him rigid with her body heat so close. The fragrance of sweetened mint escaped the curve of her lips. Should he tell her or just go with it. His cock said go with it, and he obeyed, wanting to taste those soft lips on his. God she was stunning, breathtaking. He leaned in and placed both his hands on the smooth skin of her arms, just beneath the silky material of her robe. With his eyes closed, he pulled her closer to him then moved his mouth down to hers. Suddenly he jerked, feeling his body pushed backward, and his eyes flew open. Gia was standing in front of him, her hands on her hips and her eyes wide, blinking in fast succession. “What the fuck are you doing?” “What? I’m sorry, I—” “You damn right you’re sorry. I only do the kissing scenes on camera and nowhere else, got that?” He remained on the couch. As much he heard what she was saying, it was hard to concentrate. Her robe had slipped slightly open at her chest. Her ample cleavage was exposed beneath a matching lacy black bra. With her hands on her rounded hips, the robe pulled and tightened around her small waist. She was mouth-watering. He swallowed then licked his lips, willing himself to focus on what she was saying. She looked so hot, even her anger was a scorching torch to his erection. “Got it.” His voice was a husky moan. His dick ached for her. “Look, you’re new. Let me break it down. I’m particular about the intimacy scenes. Contractually, I don’t do frontal nudity or sex scenes. So before you get any ideas, I’ll do all the angled shots and my double will step in for the nudes. The kiss on-camera will be limited to what Tony wants for the shot, nothing more and nothing less. Just so its crystal clear, I will only kiss you on camera, got that?” He nodded, though he wondered, if things went to plan, would she still be as particular? He knew all this. It was stipulated in various

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bullet points in her contract. It still surprised him though. Many actresses spoke of no-nudity clauses, but invariably it was a PR ruse. Gia was a surprise. A sexy one indeed. She sighed, her shoulders slumped slightly before she moved her hands up, pulling her robe closer around her. She looked so sweet, so innocent. Dammit. Looking at her now, he could feel the pangs of guilt. He had to come clean. He stood up and lifted his palms up toward her. “Gia, look, I’m sorry. I’m not Cole—” “What did you say?” Her eyebrows shot up, and she frowned while she waited, head tilted down. “I’m Liam Wright. I’m the—” “As in the Liam Wright?” She crossed her arms over her chest and rubbed her arms. “Yes, I’m sorry, I just got carried away, I—” “Wait, let me get this straight. You just pretended to be Cole when you’re actually the studio head, ergo my boss? Why would you do that?” “Well, you didn’t exactly give me a chance to talk. You assumed, and I just went with it.” “I didn’t give you a chance to talk. Are you insane? There was plenty of time for you to tell me you weren’t Cole.” She turned her back to him then moved one hand to her waist and the other over her eyes. Her hair formed an onyx curtain over the side of her face. He rose slowly then treaded cautiously toward her. He wasn’t sure what lay beyond the curtain, and the uncertainty twisted his stomach into knots. He gently raised his hand to her hair, pushing it away from her face. “I’m sorry.” She shrugged away from his hand before turning and facing him. Her eyes burned into his, the green a shade darker. “Just get out. With all due respect, you are my boss, but get the fuck out of my trailer.”

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“What? It was a joke gone too far. You can’t seriously be mad? It’s not like I actually kissed you. God forbid we breach your contract.” “It’s not about almost kissing me. It’s the whole thing. It’s enough I have to deal with the media shit every day. All it takes is for one grip to syndicate a photo of me and my boss. I really don’t need any scandals right now. You had your fun with the actress of the day. Please leave.” She gave him one final death glare before turning and heading into the tiny bathroom. The door slammed shut. The sound rang through his ears while he stared at the small white door. Okay, that went well. There was obviously no point staying. She was mad as hell. If her flaming eyes weren’t enough of a sign, her cheeks were blood red from anger. He’d seen the look before, and he knew reasoning with it was a losing battle. “Why are women so freaking emotional?” he muttered aloud and turned toward the exit door. He had never been one for emotional women, preferring to leave the minute they got too sensitive. Nothing he had read showed this side of her. Was Gia Carelli any different? He sighed then closed the door behind him. He had never wanted a woman more in his life.

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Chapter 2 “The spare phone is in the bottom drawer in the study. Okay, thanks, babe, see you later.” Gia handed Sam’s phone back to her. “Thanks, Lana’s bringing me the spare. What on earth did we do before cell phones?” She shook her head and sighed. “Gosh, I don’t know. I can’t imagine a life without instant gratification and communication. We’d probably all go mad.” Sam, her British makeup artist, dabbed the concealer beneath her eyes with her plump index finger. Gia sat and watched her M.A.C. transformation from pretty to just-woke-up-fabulous. She always hated the wheelbarrow of makeup she had to wear for shoots, but with everything shot in high definition, there was no room for redness, dull skin, or shiny spots. She closed her eyes while Sam spritzed a setting lotion on her face to give her a dewy look. Gia shook her head at the final result. It took one hour to make her look natural, then another to give her bed hair. The hairstylist was applying the final touches to it, adjusting any stray tendrils so it didn’t block any of the camera shots in the scene— the kissing scene. The thought sent shivers of irritation down her spine. Liam Wright. She rolled his name at the edge of her mind and snorted. He was such an idiot. He had made her feel like a complete fool. Pretending to be Cole. He was the studio boss, the head honcho, but that gave him no right. He was a f— “Blot.” Sam pushed a facial tissue to her mouth.

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Gia placed her lips on the soft white sheet, pressed down then released, and sighed. “Perfect, get the robe off so I can spray you.” “Thanks, Sam. I think you’re going to have to bring the powder. With this heat, my face will melt under the lights.” She stood up and loosened her salmon silk robe, which fell to her feet, then stretched her arms out. Sam circled around her and sprayed a translucent liquid onto her legs, followed by her arms then chest. Gia adjusted the bra of the black lacy set she had to wear for the scene. Ten years ago she would have cringed to be seen in something this skimpy, but time had lowered her inhibitions. “Sweetie, you ready? We’re all set to roll film.” Gia turned around toward Maggie’s voice behind her. Maggie nodded her red mane and blew a soft wolf whistle. “You look amazing. I see the yoga is working for you. You look leaner. Push your boobs up a bit.” Gia reached down for her robe before slipping it over her shoulders without tying it. “Maggie, if I push it up any further, they’re gonna be called cheeks. I’m ready. Let’s do this.” **** Gia walked onto the set, and she could see the real Cole waiting for her at the entrance door of the faux motel room. He was difficult to miss. He did indeed look like a younger Brad Pitt. She bristled at the thought. She should have known. Her eyes glanced toward the set. The set design team had worked hard on every detail. Even the red neon Motel sign flickered in half-working authenticity. The pseudo one-star motel looked like a train of shoebox-sized rooms. Tony, the silver-haired director, stood behind a monitor and waved when he spotted her walking onto the set. “You look great, Gia. You ready, sweetheart?”

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Gia gave Tony a double thumbs-up. “Always.” The set was filled with crew, all standing ready for the scene. She opened her arms to her sides while a wardrobe assistant removed the robe off her shoulders, leaving her standing barefooted at the door of the faux motel in just her bra and panties. She adjusted her bra one last time then glanced around the lot. Was the idiot still here? Oh yeah, bull’s-eye, she spotted him. Liam was standing next to the producer, watching her with a look of deep intent. His black eyes, like bowls of simmering coal, sizzled over her body in impossibly slow motion. Bastard. She winced, as a flush of heat bristled across her skin. She rolled her shoulders backward then shrugged and turned toward a smiling Cole. She extended her hand toward him. “Hi, Cole, I’m Gia, pleased to finally meet you.” She shook his hand, feeling the clamminess choked around her own. With his shaggy blond hair and piercing blue eyes, he was a young Brad circa Thelma & Louise. Yet, she had to admit, he was nowhere near attractive and sexy as Liam. She had always preferred the dark Spanish-looking types. What the hell is wrong with me? Where the hell did that come from? She flinched and refocused on Cole. Looking at him, she knew the chemistry between them would have to be purely manufactured. She would have preferred to have the kissing scene with Liam. Fuck, why was she even thinking about him? Liam was a suit and an asshole. Sure, he was sexy as hell, the equivalent of a sexy god. Tall, midnight-tinged hair, and evidently a scorching hot body. But an idiot nonetheless. These studio heads were always on power trips, with starlets falling over themselves to snag them. A hot one would be even worse. He would know it and be happy to oblige them. She was unquestionably not going down that path. She had carved her own fame and fortune without compromising herself. Now was not the time to start. She looked up, becoming aware of Cole pumping her hand then lowering his head to

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kiss the top. She had forgotten he was there. Focus, Gia. She forced a tight-lipped smile. His head rose, and his lips curled at the corners. “Pleased to meet you. You look gorgeous. I’m sorry we didn’t meet sooner.” He was still holding her hand, clasped tightly in his. She extracted her now damp hand from under his, moving it to her side. “Me, too.” She smiled. “We’re going to start soon.” She took a deep breath allowing it to reach her abdomen before exhaling on a chant, “I am Chloe, I am Chloe, I am Chloe.” Her usual ritual before all her scenes. But she couldn’t focus. She was too aware of Liam’s steamy, inky eyes watching her. Instead, she turned to face Cole. His impossibly whitened teeth and wide-eyed, star-struck stare were enough to diffuse her tension. Sam rushed over and applied a dab of lip gloss with a final dusting on the bridge of her nose. Gia shook her hair then stilled her face while she waited for the assistant director’s cue. “Silence on set. Begin fog, lights, roll film, speed, and action!”

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Chapter 3 Gia completed the scene in four takes. By the third she was ready to throw up from Cole’s overzealous kissing technique. He was a typical newbie to the film world, putting too much passion into his kiss, which translated into his head blocking almost every shot. Only after Tony spoke to him privately did he actually get it right. Kissing scenes were laborious and technical. Gia was always amazed how effortless it seemed on the screen, when it actually took an hour just to get the perfect ten-second kiss. As soon as Tony yelled, “Cut,” she walked over to her trailer to get changed. **** Thankfully her last scene for the day was scheduled for early evening, which meant she had a few hours to kill before she had to be back on set. She decided she would stay in her trailer and catch up on e-mail. She entered her trailer and spotted a single pink rose on the small white table in front of the couch. A creamy card was placed next to it. She walked toward it and leaned forward before scooping both up. It was Liam’s business card, embossed in silver ink with the Wright Studio logo. She turned it around and almost choked. Please accept my apology. You’ll have lunch with me. L.

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Was he serious? Was he asking her or telling her? She walked over to the small black bin in the corner of the room and tossed the card and rose into it. She crossed her arms over her chest and paced the short length of the trailer. Stopping at the dress rail, she yanked her denim cutoff shorts and oversized black tee shirt nestled between her wardrobe changes for the day. She slipped off her robe and quickly pulled up the shorts. She wanted to ignore the corny rose and card in the bin, but they compelled her to pay attention, and she glared at it. Who the hell did he think he was? Okay, he was the studio owner, but really? After humiliating her? She pulled the tee over her head, biting her lower lip. Her hands moved up to her hair, and she gathered it into a ponytail, before dropping it again. Summer in LA was a hot and humid mess. She exhaled and fanned herself with her hand. His devilish eyes flashed in her head. She pulled at the top of her tee then bent her head over and blew down her chest. Thinking of him made her feel even hotter. She had never met him before. He was of course the son of Edgar Wright, always at the corporate office, and he pretty much kept out of the limelight. She had seen photos of him and his brother in Edgar’s office. They were probably in their teens at the time—identical twins. She had found the image fascinating. In the photo, they stood, mirrored on either side of a graceful Jackie O look-alike, probably their mother. Gia had heard she passed away from cancer some time ago. She sighed, thinking of her own mother and the fight they had. Here he was without one, and she was having shouting matches with the only one she had. All because of an inane tabloid story. Deciding to call her, she walked toward her bag to get her cell phone before remembering it was shattered, and Lana hadn’t brought the spare yet.

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She moved to the couch and sat down, lifting her legs and crossing them on the wooden table. She would have to call her later. She was so tired of refuting every story her mother saw in the tabloids or some ridiculous entertainment channel. If she’d dated just a third of the men she was claimed to be dating, she would need thirty-two hours in a day. She had little time for a man. Not that she didn’t want one—her body throbbed for a man’s touch—but there simply wasn’t time and no one she was interested in. Liam was hot though. The hot planes of his chiseled face crawled into her thoughts again. Hot and certainly off-limits. She could just picture the headlines—“Gia gets it Wright.” She knew the game too well. She made the mistake of posing with a well-known producer just once, and the tabloids had a field day. Since then she had done all she could to avoid public attention on her personal life or any situation which could be misconstrued. Besides, with her mother’s weak heart, she couldn’t risk causing her any added stress. A sharp knock on the trailer door burst through her thoughts, and she flinched, jumping up. She paced carefully toward the door. “Yes?” She leaned forward. “Are you ready?” It was Liam. “No, go away.” She moved closer to the door, her body slightly hunched over while she listened. Her palms were clammy, and she clenched her fists, moving them across her chest. He knocked again. What the hell did he want? He was still her boss, she reminded herself, and he could in fact do what he wanted, which included stopping by her trailer whenever he felt the need. She moved her hands to her cheeks, feeling the heat rise there. She shook her hair before leaning forward and pushing the trailer door open. Her arm was still against the door, holding it open when he walked in. He brushed past her, and she was instantly hit with his

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scent, a shower-fresh ocean breeze. He smelled amazing. She inhaled deeply, unable to stop herself, enjoying the fragrance caressing her face. She shrugged and turned, not wanting him to see it affected her. “Did you get my note?” His voice was calm and controlled. His gaze moved slowly between her eyes and her lips. She swallowed, and a sudden thirst pricked her throat then she stepped forward, facing him. She stared up at his black, dense lashes. They were so long, she had a sudden urge to touch them. Her mind came back to her as did a crimson heat scorching her cheeks, and she turned away. “Thank you, but I’m not hungry. I’d rather stay here.” “Lunch with me. It wasn’t a question. A lead actress has to eat. You’ve got a long shoot day. We’ve got a few hours, so it’s more than enough time for me to get you lunch. As an apology of course.” She glanced at his black long-sleeve shirt with matching black pants. His sleeves were rolled up, and she caught the defined and muscled lines of his tanned arms. She looked up again. His pitchblack hair was cut shorter at the back and sides, with the top a mixture of styled and messy. It looked so silky, she pictured it wet under a running shower, then frowned, willing the thought to oblivion. “Ms. Carelli, it’s lunch, not a proposal.” His eyes crinkled at the corners, and his full lips rose into an altogether irresistible smile. A won’t-take-no-for-an-answer smile mixed with a healthy dose of sexy. A smile she had to say no to. “I can’t. I’m serious, I can’t be seen—” “We’re not going to Mr. Chow. I’ll take you somewhere discreet. Call it a lunch meeting. Just meet me at the back of the lot. It’s empty. My limo is blacked out, so no one will see you. I’ll give you five minutes.” He walked out leaving her standing there with her mouth open. What a nerve! Hot or not, does he honestly believe he can tell me to jump and I will? Oh God, he was her boss, of course he could. Within reason of course. But she couldn’t refuse lunch with him. Did she want to refuse? Her throbbing heart rate said no. She paced again,

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raking her hands through her hair. She moved her fingers to her temples. She had to go. Maybe going was the right thing to do, and then she could tell him to stay away from her on a personal level. She could see where this was going. Why did he have to be so goodlooking? Was she shallow to think if he was less attractive this wouldn’t bother her? She shouldn’t go. She should go out there and tell him no, thank you, but no. But, oh God, a small voice whispered, against every ounce of better judgment, that she wanted to. She grabbed her large tan Hermès bag and slumped it over her shoulder before sliding her feet into her matching gladiator Louboutins. She retrieved her black aviator sunglasses from her bag and put them on, taking one last look in the mirror leaning against the trailer wall. She walked out of the trailer, turning the corner at the end of the lot and toward the back. Thankfully a scene was in progress, so most of the crew were engrossed in their tasks and didn’t notice her slipping away. The last thing she wanted was to be questioned or, worse, spotted getting into his limo. The back of the lot was huge and mercifully empty. It took her a minute to see the black limo. It was parked behind one of the larger green equipment trucks. She jogged toward the waiting car, as quickly as she could given her four-inch heels. She made a mental note to start bringing flats in her bag. A driver stood waiting at the opened door, his hand on the handle, his black driver cap perched low, almost covering his face. She shot him a half-lipped smile before climbing in, hoping he didn’t recognize her. She could see Liam sitting in the center of the car. His long legs were splayed apart. She leaned in and sat down close to the door, watching as it closed, missing her leg by a hair. She could not, would not, allow herself to get too close to him. She turned her head to him,

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glad for her sunglasses blocking him from seeing any betrayed emotions. He was watching her, his eyes narrowed and his lips set in a straight line. “You know, I’m not going to bite, unless you want me to.” She glared at him then looked away quickly. “I’m comfortable, thanks.” She turned her face toward the window and moved her hands to her bag, fingering the soft leather between her fingers. Even though he sat almost the equivalent of two seats away from her, he was still too close. Every inch of her body was aware of his proximity. It tingled and stiffened in place. “So, Gia, do you accept my apology?” The sound of her name from his lips sent a small shock through her and she jolted. His voice was warm, seductive, like hot treacle. He sounded like he was trying to be almost cordial. So why did it seem more like a command than a question? “Do I have a choice? If not, then yes. If I do, then no.” She crossed her arms over her chest, concentrating on the passing scenery while they drove down Sunset Boulevard. She watched the grittiness of downtown morph at warp speed into the lush greenery of Beverly Hills. So they were headed to the Hills. She moaned silently. The only places to eat were in the various mansions littered across the landscape. “Ambivalent petulance. Cute.” She could feel his eyes on her, and every part of her body prickled under the glare. Thankfully the air-con was turned up, a welcome reprieve from the external and internal heat threatening to combust in her. The windows were tinted, and she gave a silent prayer of thanks. “Where are we going?” She spoke without looking at him. Though she knew it could only be to his house given their direction. “You’ll see.” His voice was a strained whisper, almost hoarse, and he cleared his throat. The driver snaked up the winding roads toward the glittering homes, most of them obscured by impossibly high fencing or hedges.

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The prickling storm in her body gradually subsided. She pulled her eyes from the familiar scenery and glanced toward him. He was engrossed in something on his Blackberry, but otherwise remained silent. She couldn’t help looking down at his hands. They looked strong, able, and a small scar stretched across his thumb. She watched his sandy arms, flexing and rippling while he typed on his phone. He tilted his head slightly up and caught her looking, returning the favor with a long and fervent stare, his lip curling up on one side. She quickly looked away, bristling again under the intensity of his eyes. They were so serious, yet there was a glimmer of something else. An almost naughty shimmer containing a secret only he knew. Even though her gaze was averted, she knew he was no longer looking at her. The driver stopped abruptly, and she saw a set of wide black steel gates opening slowly, before the car moved up a long and winding driveway. The sound of the tires on the gravel echoed and in the distance she saw a large Tuscan-style,, dusky beige mansion. They passed a triple-layered fountain smack in the middle of the driveway, water gushing from all sides in a perfect circular motion, until coming to a stop. **** Gia straightened her body and clasped her handbag just as she heard her car door being opened. “Thanks,” she said, then got out, meeting Liam’s gaze on the other side. She turned then walked around the back of the limo, toward the mansion, her eyes focused on the massive entrance. She was by all accounts accustomed to the large Beverly Hills estates above Sunset Boulevard, but nothing had prepared her for the sheer size of these doors alone. Her eyes widened, and she lifted her head to take it in.

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They were at least thirty feet tall. She couldn’t help smiling at the enormous entry. “The doors amuse you?” He was at her side, nodding toward them. She turned toward him and couldn’t help grinning. “No, I love them. It’s ostentatious to say the least, but beautiful.” She looked back at the doors, studying the intricate and ornate carving on each. He moved his hands palms up and gestured toward the house. “Indeed. This house was built approximately twenty years ago, the era of conspicuous consumption. My mother’s doing. She meticulously designed and renovated everything.” She turned back to him, her head tilted up. “Well, inconspicuous it isn’t, but stunning. Was she an architect?” She watched his face. From this close, she could see his tan was natural, shading perfectly across the gorgeous angles of his face. A tiny mole peeked from just above his dark brow, right next to another small scar. He nodded slowly before turning to face her, his eyes focused on her lips, and he licked his own. She stared at the motion then shook her head. “So? Are we having lunch then?” Though she was not hungry at all and food the last thing on her mind. All she could think about was his lips, his tongue, his hands, and she swallowed, her mouth watering. He half smiled then turned and nodded toward the entrance doors. “Let’s go inside.” He took her elbow and led her inside the house. He would have no idea what the gesture did to her skin, sending shivers of electricity straight through her. His hand was not exactly soft, more like the texture of warm, rough suede. She clenched her teeth, battling to control her legs and breathe at the same time. She was hyperaware of his touch, a coal scorching against the skin of her arm. A silver-haired, slim woman held the door open, her thin lips curved at the corners.

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“Hi, thank you.” Gia smiled, unsure if she was Liam’s housekeeper, as she was dressed casually in a jeans and a tucked-in, crisp white shirt buttoned to the neck. Reading her thoughts, Liam left her elbow and waved between the women. “Gia, this is Anna. She’s our caretaker. She literally takes care of everything and everyone. Anna, Gia.” Gia nodded. “Pleased to meet you.” Anna’s eyes and the corners of her lips lifted softly. “Lunch is ready. I’ve set it up on the veranda out back.” Then she turned and walked away, leaving them standing in the large double-volume foyer. Gia removed her sunglasses then placed them into the side pocket of her bag. She looked up and stood awed by the Y-shaped staircase, stopping at a large skylight right above a crystal chandelier. Everything was so light and airy. The floors were a white, seamless sea of porcelain tiles, gleaming from the sunlight strobing in. She loved chandeliers, especially the obscenely large and ornate types with hundreds of tiny crystals. This one was perfect. Her thoughts were jolted when an electric sizzle went from her fingertips, up her arm, and to the rest of her body. Liam’s hand was wrapped around her own, and her body edged forward, leading her to the back of the foyer toward the floor-toceiling glass frameless doors. His steps were quick, and in her heels she half-ran in a noisy attempt to keep up with him. She was unable to take in the rest of the house, and she stared at his broad back instead. His skin was so warm, she wanted to feel it on her face. But, she reminded herself, it was a simple gesture. He was simply leading her to the veranda. And she was supposed to be angry at him, not attracted to him. So why did she feel so inexplicably hot, bothered, and anxious? She was nervous, but she closed her fingers around his as she walked. He flinched as she did, and his grip tightened around hers.

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They walked through an opening of the glass doors, arriving at a wrought iron table with matching cushioned chairs. He let go of her hand to pull out one of the upholstered cream chairs for her. Gia glanced at him, placing her handbag around the back of the chair before taking her seat. He turned to take the seat opposite her. On the table a selection of fresh fruit and lemon iced tea, her favorite beverage, was laid out. In front of her, a modern silver dome lid covered her plate. She leaned forward and slowly lifted the lid. Gasping, her bottom lip dropped open, and she stared at her plate. “Oh my God, this is—” She looked up quizzically, meeting the bemusement in his eyes watching her reaction. Neatly arranged on her plate was her favorite and heavily customized sushi salad. Alternating slices of salmon and avocado were laid carefully across a bed of fresh butter lettuce. The pink and green confection was garnished with a mixture of mayonnaise, diced green chili, fresh ginger, wasabi, and a splattering of soya sauce. As far as she knew, she was the only one who ate the salad this way. She racked her brain, trying to remember if she had written it as a special catering request, but she was sure she had not. “Your favorite, yes, I know.” His lips curled along with the arch of one sexy, dark brow. He moved his arms up, elbows bent onto the table. He held his hands, watching her from the side of them. “I haven’t had this in ages. Most of the restaurants have no idea what I mean when I try to explain exactly how I want it, and I never have time to make it at home. Oh my.” She stared at the tantalizing display, her hand still holding the lid aloft. “Here, let me get this.” He removed the lid from her hand and placed it on the edge of the table. “I thought if I was getting you lunch as an apology, it would be more effective if it was your favorite. Though I must admit, no one I consulted had heard of it either, but

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Anna and Enzo are excellent cooks. This was all Anna though.” He smiled and looked down at the dish. “She made this? Wow, I’m impressed. Can I take her home?” She giggled softly before looking down at the beckoning spicy salmon salad. She swallowed, her mouth watering already. She was actually hungry. She slowly picked up the sterling silver fork and matching knife then cut the mixture into bite sizes before popping a piece into her mouth, moaning when the taste sensation coursed through her. He watched while she ate. Though he was smiling, there was a faint trace of the pained look across his face. “Oh I’m sorry.” She covered her mouth, swallowing, before reaching for the napkin. “It just looks irresistible. Would you like to try some?” She wiped her mouth gently with the corner of her retrieved napkin. “No need to be sorry, go ahead. The mixture looks quite interesting, but I’ll pass this time.” “Come on. Tell me, how did you know this was my favorite? I don’t recall requesting it or mentioning it.” She raised her brow quizzically. “If you must know, it’s not exactly mission impossible to get information on you. You should be careful of the company you keep.” He threw her a wicked smile. “I simply asked your agent. He was actually quite happy to tell me exactly how you like it, down to the drizzle of soya and ratio of fresh chili to mayo. I figured he would know you the longest and would know what your favorite food was. Turns out I was right.” “Charlie told you? I didn’t even know he paid attention to what I ate. But thank you, it means a lot. I really appreciate it.” She found herself staring deeply into his eyes while she spoke, and she could feel the heat rising again, settling on her face, making its way down her neck and settling somewhere between her chest and her core. She blinked rapidly and looked down at the plate instead.

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He leaned forward and lifted the jar of lemon iced tea before pouring into both their glasses. She reached for the glass and took a slow sip, and then turned to look at the vast backyard. It was decidedly more a landscaped oasis than a yard. There was a crystal-clear infinity swimming pool and spa which stood amid the intricate design of a real-life secret garden. “This is amazing” She placed the glass back on the table before eating more of the salad. “Did you always live here?” He sat back in his chair, placing his arms on the armrests while he watched her. “Pretty much. It’s been in my family since my grandfather bought the estate in the fifties. We’ve lived here most of my life. My parents, well, they passed, so now it’s just us. My brother and I.” “I’m sorry.” “There’s nothing to be sorry for. It is what it is. I’m glad you like it.” His eyes took on a subtle wistful look. Gia noted a sadness there, guessing it was in reference to his parents. She swallowed a pang of sympathy. She had forgotten she was mad at him, and now she had the urge to reach out and hold his hand. “So where is your brother? You guys are twins, right?” He smiled, though only one corner of his lip was raised. And, she noted a wicked glint in his eyes. She swallowed another forkful of perfectly ripened avocado before continuing. “In case you’re wondering, I saw photos of you in your father’s office a couple of years ago. He was one of the first to give me a chance to headline a movie, did you know? I used to go there with Charlie. Although I only saw him a couple of times. When I saw you today, I didn’t recognize you. You’ve changed, well, from then, in the photos, I mean.” He looked at her as if he was searching for an answer on her mouth, then his lips curled up slowly into his unique, delicious smile.

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“Sorry I’m rambling. I do that sometimes.” “Ramble on. It’s adorable. It turns me on. “ She swallowed and exhaled sharply. “Adorable? Hardly, I’m twenty-six years old. Rambling is adorable at six, twenty-six, not so much.” She ignored the “turn-on” part, though her body heat inched up, as did her stomach as it flipped then settled, and she shifted in her chair. He moved his hand, his elbow still on the armrest, then placed two fingers on his temple, his chin resting on his thumb. “You don’t look a day over twenty,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and tense. His eyes traversed slowly down to her neck then up again, piercing her eyes. She could feel the current working its way through her body, her breath shallow. “You’re sweet, and you’re teasing me. But trust me, the more makeup they have to use on me, the older I feel. Oh gosh, it sounds like I’m fishing for compliments. Please just ignore me.” “Ignoring you is hardly possible. You look perfect. More so without the makeup they put on your face.” She smiled. “So I look horrible now?” He was blinking so slowly, she wondered if it was a deliberate attempt to unnerve her. “No, I just prefer you without makeup. It’s sexier.” “I’ll let Sam know you said her natural look doesn’t look natural.” She giggled then immediately regretted it. She hadn’t been this selfconscious around a man in a long time. She could have been thirteen all over again, blushing uncontrollably and giggling in what she was sure was a high-pitched squeal. He smiled, moving forward. He seemed to be considering his next question, his jaw tensing. “So, you don’t know my brother, Aidan.” “No, not at all. Just from the photos.” “You sure?” he asked with a wry gleam laced across the dark pupils of his eyes.

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Shuffling in her seat, she said, “If I did, don’t you think I would have known who you were earlier today, pretending to be Cole? Identical twins.” Mock satisfied, he leaned back. “Good point. Again, I’m sorry. I should have just told you I wasn’t Cole.” Although she wanted to know why someone in his position would pretend to be anyone else, she bit her lip. “It’s fine, really. I tend to overreact. Unavoidable at times. I guess I was meant to be an actress.” She steeled herself against the sudden, inexplicable longing to hold him. To feel his body against hers, to press herself into him, feel his arms around her. It wasn’t just an attraction. There was something so alluring about him, she couldn’t quite place it. He reached his arm over and placed his hand over hers, lacing his fingers through then rubbing it softly against her palm. “So you forgive me?” His voice was barely a whisper, and he lowered his lashes. His hand was a hot stone on her skin. She could literally feel it blazing straight through to her bare bones. She could hear her own heartbeat throbbing in her ears, in her neck. Everywhere. She could feel her slit swelling in anticipation. She fought the desire to look down at his hand, her arm suddenly numb. It was hot. It was cold. She was frozen in place. Suddenly, she got it. The pained look was lust, pure lust. How could she not have seen it? His pupils were dilated, making his eyes seem even more mysterious, dark, and insanely sexy. “Gia? Do you forgive me?” He maneuvered his hand sideways on hers, his thumb at the top and his fingers continuing to caress her palm. She could feel the air caught somewhere between the furnace of his hand and her pounding chest. She was a ticking bomb, the fuse of her desire slowly igniting. Instead of fire, her panties were rewarded with a slick layer of her wetness. Forgive him? Looking at him now in all his heartthrob glory, she knew she already had. How could she not

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with his simmering sensuality screaming at her from every part of his face and body? Igniting every part of hers. She nodded once, too slowly, her eyes watery with sudden desire. “Yes, I do. And I’m sorry, too, for swearing at you. I tend to do that when I get worked up.” He moved his fingers back and forth across her hand. “Well, I think it’s hot. Although, I’d love to see you worked up and swearing, well, with your body throbbing beneath mine.” His lips tilted into a mischievous grin, his lids heavy, and his breathing jagged. His words smacked against her core, and she sat up straight then licked her lips. She was parched. She gazed at his eyes, the dark pattern of desire hypnotizing her into its depths. It took everything she had to hide the unbridled wanting whipping up her legs, across her thighs, and stopping at her wet panties. She crossed her legs, an attempt to quell the swelling throb. Her stomach knotted, and she placed her hand there, the temptation growing to move it to her aching, wet pussy instead. He blinked slowly, his eyes drinking in the curve of her lips, neck, then down to her bustline. Her nipples instantly hardened in place, pressing almost painfully against her bra. She longed to set them free, to have his mouth on them, licking and sending her to ecstasy. He exhaled deeply, and a soft rumble escaped his lips. She was physically unable to say anything. Her mind tripped over the rush of emotions tumbling there. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his face. His eyes. His lush mouth, so full, so inviting. She wanted to feel his mouth on hers, on her neck, her nipples, on her pussy. She throbbed, the thuds moving up to her lower belly, in rhythm to her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Could he hear it, the beckoning of her body? I want you to take me. She screamed to herself, willing him to hear her and take her in ways she was already salivating over. God, it had been so long since she’d yearned for a man’s touch, for a man,

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period. A hot, rock-hard man. She longed to feel this one in particular deep inside of her. His gleaming, most likely divine body grinding against hers. When last had she actually felt real desire to be with a man? Not for who she was, or he was, but for the sheer quenching of a carnal thirst. Abruptly, he stood up, walked over to her, then pulled her toward him until she stood micro inches away from him, only a thin sheet of air separating them. Her lips parted expectantly. She could feel it coming. He was going to kiss her. He had to kiss her. Her lips throbbed, already swelling, aching for his touch. God, she wanted this. But he didn’t. Instead, he led her back into the foyer and up the staircase. He didn’t look at her, and she simply followed, watching his muscular back edge against his shirt. She was in a daze of wanting. His delicious smell trailed after him, hitting her again and again as he ascended the stairs. Her heartbeat raced in her chest. She could feel it throbbing below her ear. They reached the top of the stairs, and he veered to the right toward white double doors, and pushed one of them open with one hand, his other wrapped firmly around hers. Oh God, this is really happening. She blinked, her breath accelerated, her chest heaving with the effort. He pulled her inside the room and closed the doors behind them before turning to look at her. She gasped. The room seemed to be spinning around her. All she could see was him. His eyes were darker, filled with the look of pure, animal lust. His full lips parted, his wanting clear as he raked down her body, slowly, ripping her clothes off with his eyes. She heard a low, fiery moan. It was hers, and she could feel her panties literally soaking from her juices. She opened her legs slightly, longing to relieve the pressure on her swollen pussy lips. She could feel her nipples pushing harder against the fabric, begging for release. She wanted him inside her begging for entry.

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Liam groaned while he watched her then— She flinched as he grabbed her wrists, setting them above her head, and her back slammed against the wall of the room. She licked her lips, parting them. She could feel her tongue grow moist and heavy in anticipation. She swallowed hard, her head upturned and her eyes locked on his. Then his mouth was on hers. Soft lips like two cushions of heaven. His moist, warm tongue met hers violently, hungrily. Searching, sucking, slipping, and gliding. He bit her lower lip, and she whimpered on his mouth. She arched her back while she stilled her lips, her tongue in his mouth. His tongue swirled around hers then sucked gently before moving back to her lips. She edged forward, pushing her body against his, then smiled seductively as his hard dick pressed against her hip. She pushed harder and wiggled her hips as her tongue lapped his. She wanted to feel him, not just inside of her, but to be one with him. Oh God, how she craved this man. He was addictive, yet she had never had him. Was it even possible? He lowered her hands, placing them around his neck, then cupped his own hands under her bare thighs, lifting her up in one swift movement before wrapping her legs around his waist. The electricity shot up her legs, sending its charged waves crashing through her, and she moaned. His hands were rugged against her skin, his nails digging into her flesh. She had never wanted a man, yearned for a man as much as she did at this moment. She tightened her arms around his neck, grinding her pelvis against him. She could feel the seams of her denim shorts tighten against her clit, and she pushed harder, willing it to rip wide open. His tongue moved ravenously against hers before moving down to her neck. He nibbled softly then sucked before licking her neck in an

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upward movement, settling back at her mouth. He moved his tongue over the inside of her top lip and down to the bottom. She whispered on his mouth, words she wasn’t able to comprehend herself, then raked her hands through his silky hair. She pulled his head down, deepening the kiss. She craved him. Her body needed his. She wanted him inside of her. He pulled away from her mouth and looked deeply into her eyes. Liam was gone. In his place was raw, animal desire, wanting to rip her wide open. He growled and his eyes narrowed, and he moved her to the bed before placing her down. Gia wasn’t sure if she was dreaming or not. It was surreal. The room still swirling. The only things steady were his sexy eyes ready to devour her. And she wanted him to devour her, every part of her. Her body tingled for him to ravish her, take her deep, hard, and fast. To hell with slow and meaningful, all she wanted was for him to fuck her. She growled and reached out to him with both hands grasping the air between them. He kneeled on the bed and leaned forward. He removed the tee shirt over her head, before going to the button of her cutoff shorts. The touch of his hand against her bare skin sent spicy shocks coursing through her body. She ached for more of his touch. She flopped onto her back and stretched her legs out, arching her head backwards. Like a child grabbing for a new toy, she grappled at his shirt buttons, unsure if she was opening them or ripping them. Each button revealed more and more of his taut, honeyed chest, his muscles rippling and coated with a thin sheen of sweat. She could feel his heartbeat against her knuckles. God, he was hot. He moved his hands down, pushed her shoes aside, then pulled her shorts off, leaving her soaked panties on. He rose slowly to his feet as she loosened the last button. His chest heaved, and he groaned. His head was tilted and he continued staring while he loosened his pants.

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She watched them slide down, tracing the lines from his navel, down to his hard cock pressing against his white briefs, overflowing at the top. She bit her lip and placed her hands between her thighs, pressing her legs together, and raised her knees. He removed his briefs, sliding them down his muscled thighs. Her chest heaved and her eyes widened, taking in his hard, big cock. It was magnificent. Her body was shaking with wanting. Wanting all of him inside her wet cunt. She licked her lips and wriggled on the bed, feeling the silkiness on her back. Fully naked, he moved slowly to a kneeling position at her feet. He lowered his lips to her knee then moved his head, prying her legs open. His lips went upward to her inner thigh, trailing kisses in agonizingly slow motion. He reached mid thigh and flicked his tongue, and sucked gently then moved upwards until he reached the middle of her panties. He exhaled, and a puff of warm air caressed her throbbing, wet pussy. She gasped and cried out, jerking her pelvis upward, willing him, begging him to take her panties off and suck her pussy. She arched her head and clenched her teeth, her hands moving to the pillow behind her head, and she squashed it in her hands. She wanted him to suck her, fuck her, now. Oh God, she couldn’t wait. She wanted this man. He pulled his head slightly away before moving his one hand up and tugged her panties aside, revealing her throbbing, wet lips. His breathing was heavy, and he growled in ecstasy before lowering his head. She screamed when the first lick of his tongue trailed over her sopping pussy lips. He moved it to the center, parting them with his tongue, then flicked it on her clitoris. He sucked gently then moved his tongue down, into her cunt, driving her beyond insanity. She ground herself against his willing mouth, against his tongue moving in and out, stroking her, teasing her.

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He moved both hands to the sides of her hips and, in one swoop, pulled her panties down and lurched up, his mouth meeting hers. She could taste herself on his lips. The throbbing was caustic, and she mashed herself against his hard cock, begging for it. She tried to move to get him inside of her, but he moved to the side, teasing her more. “Now,” she begged, her voice thick with sex-starved fever. “Be still,” he whispered on her mouth then flicked her tongue and licked her lips, first the top then the bottom. He moved his head down, kissing her neck then her chest. He moved his hand to her bra and gently exposed each breast by pushing the bra underneath them. His mouth moved to her left breast, and he circled his tongue around her nipple. She shrieked, the sound rumbling through the quiet room. God, she wanted him so badly. She wanted him to fuck her now. She was going to explode. She could barely think. Bolts from heaven shot through from her nipples and down to her throbbing and slippery lips. His tongue flicked her nipples then sucked while he moved his delicious, hard cock against her leg. His hand moved down, and he gently inserted three fingers into her pussy, thrusting them in and out in rhythm to his tongue on her nipple. “Now,” she begged, and she raised her head up and ran her fingers through his hair. “What do you want me to do to you?” he whispered, his voice hoarse with lust, then flicked her nipple again with his tongue, his fingers slapping at her pussy. “I want you in me now.” He moved his body up, until the tip of his cock was at her entrance, and he circled it slowly around her wet cunt. Then he moved his mouth to hers, kissing her. She moved her hands down to his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin. “Now, please.” Her voice was choked with desire. “No, tell me what you want, Gia.”

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She swallowed then willed herself to just breathe. The weight of her fervid longing forcing her brain to focus only on getting satisfaction to her body, relinquishing control of the simpler functions. She forced herself to inhale and exhaled with “I want you.” “You want me?” he rasped into her mouth. “Yes!” she screamed. Oh God, she was going to kill him. “Tell me. Tell me or I’m going to stop.” His voice cracked, and he continued kissing her, his tongue moving faster. He removed his fingers and moved them up and into to her mouth. She sucked his fingers and tongue together, grinding against him. God, she was going to die if he didn’t fuck her right now. She opened her eyes mid-kiss, meeting his while he looked at her. Their tongues were still gliding, slipping in and out. “Tell me, Gia.” He circled his tongue around her inner lips again. “I want you to—” “Tell me,” he breathed. “I want you to fuck—” Before she could finish, he rammed his dick inside her and she screamed. His hard cock pummeled into her. Thrusting in and out. Faster and faster, harder and harder. Her nails dug deeper into his skin, her breath coming in sharp quick bursts. His hands cupped underneath her ass and squeezed then pulled her into him. She lifted her legs higher and placed her arms around his waist, pulling him closer. She arched her hips up then matched his rhythm with each pound. His strokes went faster, and she screamed into his kiss. He stopped, turned, his hands guiding her so she was now on top of him. She sat up and curved her back with her hands on his chest.

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His hands inched up, cupping her breasts. His eyes were rabid with lust. She rocked back and forth, first slowly then building momentum. Faster, until she was riding his hard dick and she could feel him deep inside of her, throbbing in tune to her movements. Oh fuck, this was mind-blowing. She could feel her body ripple its thanks, over and over again. He moved his hands to her hips, and her movement was faster while he guided her. ”Oh yes, Gia, just like that, ride my cock,” he whispered. “Fuck me.” She rocked faster, and grabbed her swollen breasts. She was so close. Oh God, she was going to come. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His hard cock drove into her, hitting against her pussy walls, and she could feel the rise. The waves. Everything was going blank. All that mattered was this feeling. Her heart was speeding in her chest. Her pussy walls contracted around his pumping cock, and she could hear him groan. Then she came. Surging spasms hit her hard, snaking up from her core, up her spine, and settling into her head before crashing back down again. Her heart beating frantically in her chest. The euphoria was immediate, and while he ground against her, she smiled and laughed in ecstasy. After two more thrusts, she heard him groan, and he slowed before collapsing back and pulling her with him. He took her arm and pulled her to his chest, holding her while he kissed her again. This time his kiss was gentle, his soft lips brushing across hers. She pulled away and placed her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat pounding. It was so loud, she could probably hear it from across the room. “That was...” he panted, his body heaving with each breath. Amazing, she answered silently. Too amazing, and now...comes the regret. Her body still throbbed with desire, and she could have

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remained like this for days, his body meshed with hers. But still, she could feel it, the snaking feeling of utter remorse after she’d done something she knew was wrong. This was wrong. Oh God, she thought, what had she done? She should never have slept with him. He was her boss. She had just met him. Within a couple of hours she was in his bed. Now he was going to think she was a slut, no different from any other actress out there. “You’re frowning?” He kissed her on her forehead before sitting up onto his elbow while he stared at her. He looked so adorable, sweet, sexy. She squeezed her eyes shut. Before she could control it, the warm liquid trickled through her shut eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He moved his hand and raised his thumb to wipe the trail of tears on her cheeks. “I’m sorry. I’ve never done this before, never. This is not who I am. This was a mistake, I’m so sorry—” His brow shot up in surprise. “You were a virgin?” “No, not that. I mean this. Sleeping with someone I just met. My boss. You must think, I, I didn’t mean—” He frowned softly, concern creasing his eyes. “Gia, this wasn’t just about sleeping with you. I don’t regret it, and trust me, I don’t think less of you. You are amazing.” He kissed her again softly on her lips then moved his hand to stroke her face before placing his head onto the pillow, his face across from hers. “I just feel so, well, like a common slut, you know. A triple C. A casting-couch coochie. You’re my boss!” She turned away from him and stared at the ornate white ceiling and the large crystal chandelier. This was obviously his room. She twisted, taking in the rest of it she hadn’t noticed earlier. It was a mash-up of modern and antique. The four-poster bed and matching chaise was cut in cherry oak and engraved with intricate designs on the frames. The backboard and chair were upholstered in a soft beige

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suede. She shook her head, unable to control the bitter disappointment, more at herself for allowing it to get to this point. He laughed softly into her ear before kissing her lobe. “A castingcouch coochie, eh? You guys sure have some interesting terms. You and Maggie probably get along great. Trust me, you are anything but. You are”—he moved to kiss her cheek—“an exquisite”—then her neck—“gorgeous”—then her mouth—“incredibly hot woman. I wouldn’t be a red-blooded man if I didn’t want you. I’m just lucky you wanted it, too. It was incredible. Gia, this is not just sex. Look at me.” She turned her gaze slowly to his, unable to smooth the frown stretched across her forehead. “I don’t do this either. I haven’t been with a woman in over a year. I can’t explain it, but it’s more than just a physical thing with you, much more.” He seemed so serious. A year, try two years for her, but she didn’t want to go there. God, her body had wanted this. She had given in to her normal desires. Was it really that bad? She moved her hand slowly toward his hair. She moved her fingers through the top, staring at the silky black tufts glistening between her fingers. Her boss’s hair, she closed her eyes allowing the thought to echo. She had to get out of there before anyone found out. “I have to get back to the lot.” “Will you come back and have dinner with me tonight?” She chuckled softly. “Liam, seriously, how are we going to do this? I can’t be seen with my boss.” “Just have dinner with me. We’ll worry about everything else later. Right now, all I can think about is seeing you again.” His hands moved to her face, caressing her cheek. “I’m sure that’s all you can think of.” She smirked and stood up. She picked up her underwear before slowly pulling it back on, followed by her shorts and top. She ran her hands through her hair. Whatever style it had was long gone with the sweat of sex washing it away.

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“They’re going to have a heart attack when they see my hair.” He smiled, his eyebrow arching. “Well, they would understand if they knew the things we did.” Gia flinched. “I really have to go. Are you coming back with me?” “As much as I’d love to watch you all day, unfortunately not. I’ll let my driver take you back. I’ll be back later. I have some meetings. Should I ask him to wait until you finish your scenes then bring you here?” She pursed her lips. It was way too mistress-y for her liking. “No, that’s all right. I brought my car this morning. Just give me the address so I can find it with my GPS.” “Okay, I’ll text it to you. If I’m not here, if my meetings run late, please just wait for me. Looking at you now, maybe I should cancel all my meetings. Wait, your phone?” She sighed, and her resistance crumbled while she watched him. “My assistant is bringing a new one. Go to your meetings. I’ll be here.” “Promise?” He tilted his head to the side. She rubbed her lips together and smiled. “Yeah. I promise.” Gia leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on his lips. A mischievous grin spread across the soft planes of his face. “I’ll walk you out,” he whispered onto her mouth before giving her a quick kiss. Liam pulled on his pants and shirt then led her to get her bag and out to the waiting car. He helped her into the back of the limo before leaning in and giving her a last hungry kiss. “See you later, gorgeous.” With a wink and a final caress of her cheek, he was gone. Gia half frowned then smiled, still watching him when the car pulled away. God, he was hot. Too damn hot. With one last look at his gorgeous face, she knew even if just for a day, she would throw caution to the wind and simply go with it.

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Suddenly she couldn’t wait for the day’s shooting to be through. Her body was already thanking her for it, throbbing happily in anticipation.

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Chapter 4 The shoot was mercifully quick. Gia ran toward her trailer to change, almost tripping on the stairs. It was almost nine p.m. She entered her trailer and was glad to see her replacement phone on the table. Her assistant sure was efficient. Lana had fetched the phone from her home in Toluca Lake. The drive there and back would have taken twenty minutes with traffic, and with her call time, she couldn’t afford to waste any time. One of the wardrobe assistants, Michelle, came in and helped her to remove the delicate pink Marchesa dress she wore for her last scene. “Oh you’re going to die when you see tomorrow’s lineup. We’ve got the latest fall collection from Elie Saab, and the lace is exquisite.” Gia raised her arms above her head while Michelle undid the zip before gently moving the dress down, and she moved her feet, stepping out of it. She stepped out of the gold Louboutins just when Michelle swooped it up. “Michelle, do you have something I can wear tonight, not designer, just something sexy, off the rack.” Michelle stopped dead in her tracks and gave a wry smile. “Sexy? Does someone have a date?” Gia smiled and pursed her lips, before making a zipping motion across her lips. “Oh do tell, come on, Gia, I’ve dressed you for two years. You know you’re not the easiest to please. Give me this one simple pleasure.”

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“Okay, fine, pull that one on me. Just because I refuse to be your guinea pig with your bohemian taste. It’s a pseudo date. I barely know him. I just want to look halfway decent. I only have my cutoffs and tee, hardly date night couture.” “Is he hot?” She slapped Michelle’s arm playfully. If anyone knew the sexual drought she’d been going through, Michelle did. Together they had commiserated the lack of decent, available, and straight men in Hollywood. Where had Liam Wright been hiding, and more importantly, why hadn’t he been snatched up yet? “Okay, that grin tells me he is mega-hot. Is he in the industry?” “Michelle, can you get me something to wear please?” She giggled when Michelle stepped out of the trailer. Gia walked over to mirror. There was no way she was walking out with this truckload of foundation. She grabbed the facial tissue and doused it with the makeup remover. When it was sufficiently dampened, she tackled the layers on her face. She applied a layer of moisturizer, a slick of eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss and she was set. Thankfully her hair was still decent. With the hairstylist on set, she had obsessively fixed every stray strand between every take. It was styled in long, loose waves. She removed her underwear before slipping back into her satin robe while she waited for Michelle. She walked in just when she closed the tie on the robe. “Here you go. This is perfect. It screams fuck-me-right-now, but with echoes of I’m-still-a-good-girl. Love it?” Gia tilted her head then took the black scrap of fabric from Michelle’s outstretched hand. Michelle moved her tortoise-colored spectacles over the top of her head while she waited. Gia stretched the fabric in front of her with two hands. It was a mini tube dress with a gold sequined strip at the hem of the bodice. It was a simple little black dress, and the fabric was springy.

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“Love it, I think, just wondering where the rest of it is, but I’m sure it will do. Shoes?” “Just wear the Louboutins. Here.” Michelle kneeled and placed the shoes she had just removed on the floor. “Gosh, it’s short, I think the fuck-me-now is winning the match.” She shook the robe off her shoulders before putting the dress over her head. She was still panty-less, and the warm air gave her a sexy feel. Going commando was always thrilling, and the picture of Liam’s hands feeling her nakedness under her dress was already getting her wet like a leaking faucet. Gosh, she admonished herself, in less than twenty-four hours she had gone from drought to drenched. Liam Wright was a man she did not know she was waiting for, and yet here he was. Michelle reached over and pulled the dress down. It skimped mid thigh and was mercifully not as short as it looked. Gia was happy she could still bend and not flash the world. She moved to the full-length mirror propped next to the trailer’s small bathroom and took in her reflection. She looked like she was going clubbing, but what the hell. He saw casual Gia, and now it was time to see vamped-up Gia. She couldn’t wait to see him. She licked her lips, tasting the cherry-flavored gloss. “You look hot. I’d fuck you for sure.” Gia turned and gave Michelle a peck on the cheek. “Thanks, babe, I’ll return it tomorrow.” “You call me first thing in the morning, okay? I want to know every detail, and I do mean everything.” Michelle hugged her before picking up her discarded clothes. Michelle was more than just her stylist. The two had been firm friends since they had met on the set of one of her movies. She trusted her implicitly. However, she was not ready to reveal Liam. Besides she couldn’t risk anyone knowing she did, or would be, sleeping with her boss. “Okay, I’m off. I’ll call you, don’t worry.”

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Gia grabbed her bag, car keys, and her replacement cell phone. She went into the messages while she walked out toward the parking lot. True to his word, Liam had texted his address and GPS coordinates. She reached her white Lexus and punched in the details on the navigator. She selected the shortest route. It was only a couple of miles from the studio, similar to the one Liam’s driver had taken. She inhaled deeply before starting the car, and was off. **** Gia reach the gates of his house and rolled down her window. She pressed the bell button on the small silver intercom and waited. A camera looked back at her from the top of the intercom and, glancing up, she noted there were two more focused on her car, perched on each side of the gates. “Evening, Ms. Carelli, please come through.” She heard Anna’s voice crackling over the speaker just when the wrought iron gates slid aside, and she pulled in. She didn’t see his limo or any others cars. Maybe it was in the garage, or he was still at his meeting. Just when she stepped out of her car, her phone beeped. Running late, make yourself at home L She sighed softly. She had hoped he would be home but evidently was not. Her earlier anxiety of having been with her boss crept into her psyche, and she battled to brush it off. Anna opened the door and ushered her inside with a warm smile. She obviously lived in, judging from the fluffy powder-blue nightgown she wore. Gia stepped through to the foyer, offering her a half-embarrassed smile while she waited for direction.

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“Liam says you can either wait in his room or any of the living rooms to make yourself comfortable.” Gia blushed, feeling her cheeks probably beet red from humiliation. The option of waiting in his room screamed booty call. “Thank you, Anna. Is there a library?” She might as well read something while she waited. Besides, she was curious to see the types of books he kept in his home. “Yes, of course, this way.” Anna gestured before walking to the left of the foyer then turning right. Gia followed through the hallway, her eyes taking a swift inventory of the paintings on the side walls. She was not exactly an art connoisseur, but they looked pretty impressive and expensive, housed in large, gold gilded frames. Anna leaned and pushed open a large double oak door. “There you go.” She waved inside the room while remaining at the door. “Can I offer you something to drink while you wait?” Gia noted a decanter set on a large mahogany table in the library room and nodded toward it. “It’s fine. Do you mind if I pour myself some of that—” “Vodka, yes of course. I can pour it for you. Would you like some ice, tonic, or water with that?” Liam sure lived the good life, or else Anna was just extremely hospitable. “No, it’s okay, thanks, Anna. I’ll take it straight.” Anna smiled, and her eyes seemed to glisten with relief. She did look pretty exhausted. Gia had no intention of drinking straight alcohol, but she could see Anna needed sleep. “Have a pleasant evening. If you need anything, just dial nine on the phone, and it will come straight through to me.” “Thank you. You have a good evening, I’ll just wait for Liam. Hopefully he won’t be too long?” “He said he was on his way when I called to let him know you arrived. He wanted to know. Well, good night, Ms. Carelli.”

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Anna walked out and closed the door behind her, leaving Gia to take in the expanse of the library. It was impressive by anyone’s standards. The flooring matched the doors perfectly. Chocolate leather armchairs were scattered around the room, perched alongside curved floor-to-ceiling windows. There were no curtains, and she could see the infinity pool glimmering underneath the moonlight just a few yards away. The room was designed for reading with floor standing adjustable lamps perched behind each armchair. In the center of the room was a large double leather couch, a similar color to the single antique armchairs. On each side of her were floor-to-ceiling shelves of books. She walked over to the left and raised her hand, gliding it across the book titles while she walked slowly. “Lolita.” She read the title aloud and smiled, bemused. She removed the small book from the shelf and opened the cover. It had no dust jacket, the pages yellowed and crispy. A first edition, no doubt. She replaced it, not wanting it to disintegrate beneath her fingers. Her eyes widened when she glimpsed the next title. Jane Eyre. She carefully removed the book. The classic was one of her favorites and it had a glossy dust jacket and Borders price tag. This was a safer option, so she slowly walked to the double couch and sat down with the book. The library was shadowy, except for a few of the lamps illuminating the armchairs. She opened the book, glancing at the first line, but none of the words registered. Her mind drifted instead to Liam. How did she get to this point so fast? She was literally sitting and waiting for a man she had just met. A mind-numbing, smoking hot god, she reminded herself. She was sure he held the power to literally control her breathing. Just the thought of what they had did in this very house sent shivers of desire up her spine. She licked her lips and pushed her head backwards then rested it on the back of the couch.

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She couldn’t wait for him to walk in and do things to her she didn’t know she wanted or needed. Her nipples hardened, and she adjusted herself on the couch. She could already feel the familiar and wet pulsation between her legs. She pulled out her phone and stared at the screen. Should she call him or just wait? She teetered silently between the options. She had always thought lovemaking only came when actual love was involved. She had never dared having sex with someone she wasn’t dating and had more than a physical attraction to. Yet here she was. He was nice enough, and hot enough. Would she be able to be with him, in that way, and not fall for him? Gia sighed and closed her eyes. To hell with all her preconceived notions of relationships. Her celibacy had gotten her nowhere. He was as great a guy as any to have a fling with, even if it was purely physical. She yawned softly. He had to get here soon as she had an early call time. The sooner he got here the better. **** Gia stirred. Her body was being rocked slowly back and forth. “Gia, wake up,” she heard Liam say, and her eyes flew open. She must have fallen asleep. Her mind slowly returned to her, and with it, delicious realization. Liam was indeed there, and she smiled in excitement. He was standing at the other end of the couch, looking at her with an expression of awe, bemusement, and raw lust. His dark gaze focused on her face. In the dim light of the library, he looked even sexier. He had changed into a simple V-neck white tee shirt and dark blue jeans. The hard muscle of his arms was taut, bent at his elbows with his hands on his hips. She was still on the couch, facing him, though she had somehow brought herself to a lying position, with one leg on the couch and the other on the floor. With a start, she realized that she was still panty-

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less and facing him. That explained the raw lust. She should have closed her legs. In any other circumstance she would have. But right now, with a glance at his erection bulging through his jeans, she couldn’t help the naughty thrill that coursed through her, knowing that she was turning him on. She smiled seductively as she looked at him through her lowered lashes and raised her hips slightly, giving him a full view of her moist slit. “Hey, you’re finally here. I must have dozed off,” she whispered. His chest rose as he swallowed a sharp breath and licked his lips. They curved slowly at the corners and his eyes narrowed. But still, he said nothing, just staring. Why was he just standing there? Gia frowned and, forgetting the cheap thrill, she sat up and pushed her foot to the floor, closing her legs. “You okay? Is it too late? Should I go?” Wasn’t he supposed to be happy that she was here? Then why did he look so utterly confused? Almost like he hadn’t believed she would actually be there. “Gia Carelli,” he finally whispered, his voice strained and his expression calm and controlled. Gia frowned then smiled. “You remember my name. I’m impressed.” Or had he forgotten their pseudo date? A flash of panic constricted her chest and she battled against the thought that maybe his offer was more in the moment and perhaps one he now regretted? Oh God. She sighed and chewed on her lower lip. Liam walked forward and turned, facing her. From this close, she could see that his glistening hair was actually wet, as in just-showered wet. Had he been in the house all this time? She shifted in her seat, moving her hands to her lap. Perhaps this was all a mistake and she should just leave? He raised his hand slowly, extending it toward her, and he smiled, that dazzling smile reaching his too sexy, thunderous eyes. Gia raised her own hand thinking that he wanted to help her up, or maybe it was to help her out of his house? She was no longer sure

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what was happening. Even though he was smiling at her, something was different. Then it hit her. Stone-cold realization whipped through her senses just as he gently shook her hand. Her eyes widened in shock and she froze in place, her hand limp in his. There were no moles or scars above his eyebrow. She swallowed a choked breath and felt her throat constrict. The rush of blood to her cheeks betrayed the hot humiliation that rocked her body. She had just splayed her soaked nakedness like a well-done chicken in all her glory to Liam’s brother. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her gaze fixed on his. She rose slowly to her feet, her hand still in his. “I’m flattered of course, but Aidan will do.” He smiled and winked, his hand gently cupped around hers. Gia pulled her hand away from the intense heat of his and licked her lips. “I’m so sorry, I thought that, that—” “It’s okay. We get that a lot. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Gia. You are gorgeous.” Gia stared up at him, her gaze darting across his face. From this close, she was shocked at how exactly alike they looked. If it was not for the small telltale signs on Liam, the scar, the mole, she would have never been able to tell them apart. For all intents and purposes, it could just as well have been Liam standing in front of her. “Have you been waiting long?” he purred, and even the tone of his voice was exactly like Liam’s, warm, honeyed, and sexy as hell. She shook her head slowly then sat down, her eyes still on Aidan. She wasn’t sure if she should stay or leave. This was too weird. Even knowing that they were identical twins had not prepared her for this. She shook her head in disbelief. “You did know we were twins, right?” He arched his brow. She swallowed, battling to regain composure. As shocked as she was by their likeness, she could not shake the embarrassment of having flashed him only moments ago and now he was standing there as if nothing had happened. But that was not her fault, was it? Liam

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could have at least warned her that Aidan was around, that he might be here tonight. And, oh Lord, she had to admit, Aidan was obviously just as hot as Liam, and though her mind knew the difference, her body was a throbbing question mark of clueless frisson. She found herself as inexplicably attracted to Aidan as she was to Liam. Even that smoky, seductive look in his eyes, eyes that ravished her earlier, that were ravishing her now. God, what was she thinking? This was his brother. She had no right to even go there. She cleared her throat before responding. “Yes, I’m sorry, I knew you were twins. I’m just shocked at how alike you look. It’s mind-blowing.” “In a good way?” He smirked. She frowned. “Does it matter?” He shook his head and smiled. “Not really. Would you like a drink?” He arched his head toward the decanter on the table. She nodded slowly. She sure needed it. If anything, to quell the mixed emotions of humiliation, shock, and intense wanting that were suddenly whipping at her insides. How could her body betray her so easily? This was Liam’s brother, his twin on top of it. It was Liam she was attracted to, that she had made love to, that she wanted, not Aidan. The self-reminders flitted into empty space in her hazy mind then quickly disappeared. Watching him as he walked, her eyes raked lazily across the tight muscles on his back and his arms. As he poured the clear drink into two empty glasses, his forearms rippled, and she rolled her lips. Shit, why did he have to be so hot? He turned and cocked his head with one corner of his lip curled, holding the glasses in his hands before offering her one. Gia grabbed the glass and gulped the single shot. She winced as the bitter spirit slammed against her throat, and she half gagged. “Perhaps I should have watered it down for you.” He smiled. “Are you okay?”

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“Yeah,” she said as she raised her finger and moved it along the rim of the now-empty glass, watching the motion. She was inexplicably aware of her hands and unsure what else to do with them. And just as aware of his gaze which was burning into her, beckoning for her to look up. Even though she knew that looking at him might just be her undoing, she did it anyway and immediately lost her breath. He was standing in front of her, one hand on his glass and the other hanging at his side. His head was hunched down as he looked at her, his moist lips parted. “So you’ve met Liam. How did it go?” he said, his voice so soft that she strained to hear it. Gia blanched. How did it go? Fucking amazing, she thought. “Okay,” she said. God, what was wrong with her? One look at Liam’s GQ-model brother and she was suddenly monosyllabic? An unexpected, stormy shadow crossed Aidan’s face before he spoke. “Did you fuck him?” With her jaw dropped, Gia glared at him. Seriously, she thought. “That is none of your business,” she stammered, sounding more breathless than annoyed. Why would he ask her that? And why was he looking at her as if she had somehow betrayed him? He tilted his dark head back and the light from one of the lamps illuminated the tensed line of his jaw. “I can sense him on you, smell him on you. You did, didn’t you?” he whispered and licked his lips. She frowned and looked down, unable to answer him and unable to repress the sudden rush of blood to her pussy, throbbing it back to life. And why did Aidan care? Of course she fucked his brother, and just the memory of it made her wet for more. She took a deep breath, willing her body to control itself. This was insane, certifiable. She stood up to walk toward the table, and her arm brushed against Aidan’s.

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As it did, a lightning jolt from his warm skin bolted through her, and she gasped from the shock. Reaching the table, she placed her glass down before putting her hands on the edge of it, her back to Aidan. Just breathe, Gia. She tried to focus. The air was sticky with heat, yet she couldn’t help feeling a chill stretch across her spine, and small bumps raised across her skin. Slow footsteps made their way toward her. From the heat at her back, she knew that Aidan was behind her. She turned around slowly, and there he was, his body mere inches away from hers, and she gulped. She stood frozen for what he was going to do. He was so close. She watched the heavy muscles in his chest tense as he leaned over her and placed his glass on the table behind her. His body was so close, but not close enough. Her breathing stopped, and she braced herself, unable to focus on anything but him. He smelled shower fresh with a tinge of vodka and mint. Her lids drooped as the scent washed over her, intoxicating her senses. She followed his face as he straightened and stared into his eyes. Aidan looked down at her through his lashes, the dark pools of his eyes glazed and half closed. “You didn’t answer me,” he whispered. His breath fluttered across her face, and she blinked, trying to focus on what he was asking, what he had asked. Her mouth watered, and she swallowed, unable to respond, rooted in place, unable to move an inch. “Did you enjoy it, Gia?” He bent his head forward, and his lips were a hair away from hers, so that he was speaking almost into her parted lips. She was panting, unable to control her racing breath in tandem with her pounding heart. She could feel the top of her dress pulsing in rhythm to her heart, hear it from where she stood, knowing that he could hear it, too.

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He licked his mouth, and the tip of his tongue brushed over her lips. The sensation was maddening, sending shivers of venomous lust coursing straight to her core. She could barely breathe, barely think. She watched his mouth as it moved, forming words that sounded so far away. “Did your wet pussy enjoy his cock? Did you ride him, Gia? Did you scream his name?” He leaned forward, and licked her bottom lip She gasped into his mouth. She moved her gaze to his eyes, staring at him, staring at her, both equally transfixed. Oh God, Aidan was just as breathtaking, just as dazzling, just as sexy. His eyes held the same pained hunger as Liam’s, as if she were the last drink that could quench his dying thirst. Her heart was slamming against her rib cage, faster than the rush of blood racing to her head, locked in his stare. The air was charged with electricity, sizzling madly against her senses. What was she doing? He was Liam’s brother. She had to look away, positively had to tear herself away from him. But oh Lord, she just couldn’t. She parted her mouth, then swept her tongue over her lips, and looked at him. His cupid’s bow was slightly moist, and just looking at it made her want to run her tongue across it. What was wrong with her? How could she possibly entertain the thoughts that were on the brink of taking her to a danger zone she was not sure she was armed for? With their eyes still locked into each other, she gasped as he moved his warm hand around to her lower back then slowly up along the length, under the waves of her hair, settling at her neck. “Did you enjoy his big dick fucking your pussy?” he whispered, his eyes laced with rabid desire. He exhaled and lowered his eyes before continuing. “Would you like me to fuck you?” No, her mind moaned, begged, screamed. But her cunt, oh God, her cunt screamed yes. But she couldn’t. This wasn’t right. But was it so wrong? her body argued. They weren’t a couple, she reminded

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herself. She had just met Liam. Now she was just meeting Aidan. Was that so wrong? “Let me fuck you, Gia,” Aidan moaned and moved his mouth to hers, biting softly on her lower lip, pulling it slightly. “Oh God, we can’t, but—” “But what? But you want to?” His hands moved up to the back of her head, raking through it. Aidan’s fingers against her scalp were like a thousand heated needles, igniting a fire that raced down the length of her body. She whimpered against the throb of her clit, the ocean wetness of her pussy, and the room seemed to spin around her. “Tell me you don’t want me, too. Tell me you don’t want me to take you right here, right now.” But she couldn’t. Instead, she shook her head slowly, her eyes brimming with tears of unbridled desire for this gorgeous, hotblooded man with a cock she already knew could fuck her to ecstasy. “So do you want me to fuck you, Gia?” He slowly bent his mouth to hers and licked her mouth with the tip of his tongue. He moved his hand to her thigh, slowly inching her dress upward. “Do you?” he whispered. “Yes,” she said quietly under her jagged breath, and swallowed. For the life of her, she could not move. She could barely breathe. She tried to will herself to stop him, but she could not. Would not. Her body was consumed by a maddening fire of lustful craving. She knew it was wrong, knew that Liam could walk in at any second, but her body refused to obey any logic, heeding only to the master of rabid desire that lashed at her core. She was frozen. Aidan smiled, and his eyes swirled with a primitive, carnal darkness. With his gaze still locked into hers, he slowly bent his knees, bringing his hands to the sides of the hips as he lowered himself in front of her. He tore his gaze away from hers and lost it in her swollen pussy.

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The look on his face spoke of a sexual hunger so voracious that it took every inch of willpower she had not to ram her wet pussy onto his wanting mouth. Instead, Gia closed her eyes and arched her head backward, knowing exactly what was coming, and oh God yes, her body screamed. It would be her. His hands gripped at the hem of her dress before he shoved it up. She dared not look. She knew she wouldn’t be able to control herself. Wouldn’t be able to stop herself from fucking his tongue, denying him the pleasure of controlling it. She squeezed her eyes, and pushed her hands to her sides, clenching the edge of the table. Her dress was at her waist and his hands at the sides of her thighs, and she bit down on her lip, waiting. Then it came. A moist flick against her thick pussy folds, and then against her pulsing clit. She was dripping with anticipation, her core almost painfully aching for more. She moved her pelvis, enjoying the sensations coursing through her. She bit back a scream as another moist and hot flick of his tongue rocked her mind to oblivion. His hands tightened on her bare hips, pulling her harder toward his succulent, scorching mouth. He pushed his tongue further into the folds of her pussy and lapped her juices like a ravenous animal, unsated and growling with wanting. She kept her eyes closed, and her mind raged in its storm of savage lust. Nothing else mattered. No one else mattered. Just the feeling that rippled through her cunt, sending her body to heaven and hell. She moved her pelvis in a slow circle, feeling the thrilling current running its sexy course through her body. She could hear the succulent, appreciative sounds of her soaking wetness while his tongue worked its magic. His cologne mixed with the smell of her juices gently caressed her senses, and she inhaled deeply. His whole mouth was on her pussy. He was engulfing the folds of her core, savoring it. She could feel his

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hands move gently to the inside of each of her thighs, pushing them further apart. Her mouth parted, and she screamed through clenched teeth when he widened her legs further then thrust his tongue deeper and flicked it hungrily. She writhed in ecstasy, each suck, each lick sending shivers of ravenous abandon through her. She was never so glad to have foregone panties. She could hear her own moans catching in her throat while his tongue fucked her. Each lick of his tongue sent her pelvis thrusting upwards, grinding into his mouth. She moved her hands to his head and raked her fingers through the top. She groaned and tugged at the silky mane then pulled him harder into her pussy. His tongue and lips moved off her folds, and he groaned into them. Where was he? Her eyes were still shut tight. The thrill of the darkness made the moment hotter. She wanted to savor it until she needed to look at him. Right now, all she could do was stand there and wait for his delicious next move. She screamed out as her nipple arched into a rush of warm air and the feel of Aidan’s able tongue. His mouth moved on her nipple, sucking and moving his tongue in circles. She was throbbing for him, every part of her body ached, and she writhed, leaning her pelvis toward him. The foreplay was everything she needed, but right now, all she wanted was him, deep inside her. She wanted his hard cock, filling her, reaching into her soul. Her hands were still in his hair, and she moved them down to his face, cupping each side of it while he sucked. He moved his mouth away from her nipple. The momentary emptiness jolted her body, and she opened her eyes to find herself looking directly into his. His gaze held traces of light and frenzied desire dancing in the darkness. She moaned in tandem with the animalism she saw there.

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He quickly removed his tee shirt over his head, and she traced her fingers over his bare chest and slick sweat bristled across the hard planes. She pulled his head toward her then crashed her mouth onto his. She kissed him, moving her tongue greedily on his, tasting her saline juices there. The faint taste of mint and vodka moved through her mouth, and she sucked on his tongue, relishing the wet sensation. “Fuck me now,” she pleaded, opening her legs and cupping her drenched pussy against his thigh. She craved his hard cock, a craving that screamed to be sated in the hardest, fastest way possible. A simple exchange. His huge and hard cock to her slippery cunt. She licked her lips, knowing that she wanted him as much as she had wanted his brother, maybe more knowing exactly what his hard, juicy cock would feel like pummeling inside her. Hammering her pussy senseless, fucking the life out of her. God, she wanted this. She had to have him. He raised his hands to her hips then quickly turned her around toward the table. She splayed her hands and arched her back, bent over. Her wet pussy and ass faced toward him. Oh God she wanted him. She needed him. This was all that mattered right now, all that— She gasped as the head of his cock whipped across her entrance. He edged it in slightly then withdrew. He moved his hands to her hair and gently turned her head so that she could face him. He moved his hands to her back and slapped his dick across her slit while staring at her with a horny, amused glint. He lowered his mouth to hers and flicked his tongue in and out, teasing her mouth. “Say my name,” he whispered onto her tongue. “Aidan,” she rasped. And she knew, if he was anything like Liam, then she’d tell him what she wanted before he asked. “I want you to fuck me now.” He smiled and a low growl escaped his mouth just when he slammed his hard cock into her.

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“Oh yes, fuck yes,” she groaned onto his lips when it hit deep inside her, stretching her to bliss. He held nothing back while he rammed into her pussy, driving in and out. “Oh fuck, your pussy feels so good,” he whispered, his voice thick and hoarse. The force rocked her body, made her crazy for wanting more of him. His hands moved to her face, and he cupped her jaw while he looked into her eyes. His mouth was opened slightly, and wet from her juices. He growled with each thrust. “Fuck, you are so beautiful. So fucking beautiful.” She watched the movement of his mouth and flicked her tongue out to lick his bottom lip. He rammed his big cock harder into her. Plunged it deep into her pussy. “Oh yes, right there, yes,” she screamed, matching his strokes, grinding against him with each one. She arched her back and lowered her head. “Oh fuck,” she gasped, feeling her body readying itself for release. He raised one hand up to the back of her neck and turned her to face him. He pushed her mouth to his and sucked her tongue, while fucking her harder. She could hear her wetness slapping against his balls. He was delirious with desire, his eyes half closed. “Fuck, this feels so good, oh fuck,” he grunted with each lunge. He moved his hands to her breasts and lowered his head to her back, licking the slick skin. He slid his cock out and then stabbed it back in, slamming at the back of her walls. “I’m going to come,” she whispered. He fucked her harder, drummed faster, each stroke bringing her closer. Just a few more strokes and she’d be there. Just a few more—

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“Oh my God, oh fuck, this feels so—” She gasped and grabbed his hands with hers and screamed when her pussy contracted and released, milking him. She could feel his wetness, his creamy juices enveloping her with its warmth, the waves coursing through her body, wildly then gently while her mind descended into bliss. The last of his creamy cum released into her, and her legs collapsed beneath her. Aidan caught her quickly and held her body in his arms, his hands wrapped gently around her thighs and back. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing, cradled to his heaving chest. He walked quickly to the leather couch and placed her lying onto it. She moved her arms around his neck and stared into his eyes and saw a look of sated bliss etched into them. He smiled then laughed before collapsing onto her, heaving. He moved his mouth to hers and gave her one quick kiss before nestling his head into her neck until finally he was still. Gia’s body trembled with the aftershocks, each one pulsating through her. Her legs were shaking, and she smiled. Every inch of her body was relaxed in the way only sex brought. That warmed feeling of nirvana that dispelled all of life’s curveballs. Even as she lay there completely satisfied, her body buzzed softly, and she knew it wanted more. Was it possible that she could want more? She could already feel the stirring in her pussy. Yes, she certainly could have more. Would it ever be enough, she wondered, with a man like Liam? Oh God, she flinched with realization. In her twisted desire, she had almost forgotten that she was with Aidan. She froze in place, unsure of what to say or do. He raised his head and looked at her, and a fleeting glint crossed his eyes. “Well, this is a sexy surprise.” Gia’s eyes narrowed, looking at Aidan, but his mouth was not moving. She whipped her head around, and gasped in shock. She froze as

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she looked at—at...Liam. He was ambling toward them, his head tilted and his arms crossed over his chest. She quickly pushed Aidan off her and jerked her dress up and the bottom down, sitting up in iced horror. Liam moved closer to them, his eyes narrowed and darker than she thought they were. His lips pursed slightly before he spoke. “So, Aidan, you having fun?”

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Chapter 5 Gia’s mind went into spasms as she looked madly from Liam to Aidan. She slowly rose to her feet and straightened her dress. She pulled the bottom lower than it was meant to go then stood immobilized and stared at the brothers before her. When she saw them together, they were not similar or alike. They were one hundred percent identical in every way. Yes, they were twins, but the exact likeness was decidedly freaky. The same smoldering eyes and black hair. Even their hairstyles were identical. Did they use the same hairstylist? Even their bodies seemed to ripple in the same places. Their jaws clenched and tightened at the same angle, with the same tension. “Welcome home, brother.” Liam leaned forward and patted his arm with a smile. Gia watched the exchange between them. Wait, what? The way Liam looked at Aidan was so out of place. There was no rage, no expected territorial anger. Instead, was she imagining things? She swore she could see the traces of—what exactly? Pride? Satisfaction? Amusement? Her head in a daze, she barely managed to stammer. “I’m sorry. Liam, I—” But she couldn’t continue. She was stuck somewhere between guilt and utter confusion. The brothers were engaged in a silent exchange, but both turned when she spoke. “It’s okay, Gia,” Aidan said softly. Gia stared at him. Both he and Liam looked so, so normal, as if this was a normal occurrence. “What’s going on here?”

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Still naked, Aidan’s expression softened as he raised his hands apologetically toward her, then rested them on her arms. “Gia, listen to me, I—” She jerked and backed away from his hands, shaking her head slowly, feeling both guilty and madly confused. “No, I’m sorry, I’ve made a mistake. A huge mistake,” she moaned. She moved and looked at Liam, her top lip curled in guilt and confusion. He was dressed in the same black shirt from earlier. He seemed calm, yet concerned, while he offered her a small, almost apologetic smile. Evidently to show her he wasn’t upset. She stared at him pleadingly. “I didn’t know you were back, oh God, I thought that—I’m sorry, I’m just so confused. Aren’t you mad?” Hell, she was. In fact she was furious at herself and at Liam for this show of calm. He had every right to be just a tiny bit pissed off at her, yet he looked more pleased than anything. Liam glanced at Aidan, and she noted another silent message pass between them, one she was not genetically able to decipher. Aidan nodded toward Liam then bent to pick up his shirt and jeans, before walking out of the library. Gia walked toward the couch and sat down, her eyes unblinking. She buried her head into her hands and shook her head, trying to comprehend how she could have allowed it to happen. She barely knew him, but still, she should have stopped him. But she didn’t. “What have I done?” she whispered into her hands. How could she have slept with Liam’s brother, and within hours of sleeping with him? She was too caught up in her own rapture, too submissive to her body’s hunger for a man. Two men. She shook her head numbly, still reeling from shock and humiliation. She lowered her hands and stared at them. She had never felt this cheap. Even though Liam seemed okay with what happened, it was his brother, after all. She raised her head, tears brimming in her eyes

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then she faced Liam. “I’m so sorry, Liam, I was waiting for you. I fell asleep. I thought, I woke up. It just happened. Oh God.” She frowned and chewed on her lower lip. He was standing at the side of the couch watching her, with a hint of a smile on his mouth which was otherwise closed in contemplation. She couldn’t decide if he was angry, bemused, or simply calm. She cautiously stood up and walked toward him, her legs wobbly beneath her. He should be angry, but she didn’t know, did he understand? She raised her hand and caressed his rough cheek. Even before she spoke, she could see the anger she expected to see wasn’t there. But she had to say something. “I didn’t mean to sleep with your brother. You look so alike, you move alike, shit, I don’t mean in that way.” She took a breath and mentally slapped herself then crawled out of the hole she was digging for herself. She lowered her hand to her side and waited, her gaze falling to his chest. Liam didn’t move, his stare still firmly fixed into her face. Looking up, his eyes burnt into her skin and her face reddened from the intensity. “Liam, I feel terrible, I really didn’t mean for this to happen. You have to believe me.” “I know.” A soft smile played at the corners of his mouth. “You know? What do you mean?” Liam moved his hand to her chin and raised her face upward to his. He traced her lips with his forefinger before grabbing her arms and pulling her closer to him. His lowered his face to the side of her neck, his warm breath grazing over her pulse point. Gia turned her face, resting her head halfway between his chest and shoulder. He smelled so delectable. She felt dirty, used. “Did you enjoy it?” he whispered in her ear, and she swallowed a sharp intake of air. She froze in place, the sense of déjà vu crashing through her, not knowing what to say. Was he actually referring to Aidan? “It’s okay, baby, you can tell me. Did you enjoy it?” He spoke so quietly, a husky whisper.

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“I—don’t know what to say.” She lifted her hands up and held his shirt collar, thumbing the soft fabric. What was she supposed to say? She moved her head, placing her forehead on his chest. Of course she had enjoyed it. Aidan was his duplicate, in every possible way. They were equally hot, attractive, and inviting. Now this, now— “You can tell me the truth. Did you?” He moved his tongue to her earlobe then flicked it into her ear. A chill ran down her neck and spine, and she shivered. How was she supposed to answer him when it was possibly the best sex she had had, well, right up there with Liam? She gasped for air then exhaled deeply. What was she going to say?

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Chapter 6 Aidan stared at the striking image of Gia. She was pouting straight ahead at the camera. Her lashes were lowered with a look of sex, beckoning to millions of viewers all around the world. Her website was buzzing with activity from a Twitter feed, tagged with her name, on the right side of his laptop screen. He stared at the scrolling declarations of adoration from her fans. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Can’t stop thinking about you. On and on it scrolled, fortuitously echoing his thoughts. She was indeed exquisite, and every space in his normally well-ordered mind was consumed by thoughts of her. Picturing her face, he cringed, thinking about the look on her when Liam had walked in. She certainly couldn’t have appeared more guilty or mortified. But he knew that Liam would explain as much as he could, and hopefully she would understand that she’d done nothing wrong. Fuck, why did Liam have to rush things? If he hadn’t jumped ahead she wouldn’t have been lying on that couch in the first place. Aidan’s dick hardened, and his eyes watered with the fresh memory of her lithe, sexy pussy sprawled and waiting. He’d never been jealous of Liam, but a nagging, uncomfortable doubt edged in his head, making it feel like his brain was rattling inside it. He shook his head in a vain attempt to clear it. What if she preferred Liam? He had after all had the chance to talk to her one-onone, have lunch with her. That was already two steps ahead in his book.

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He shut the laptop screen then lay back on the king-size bed. Folding his arms behind him, he stared at a slight crack in the ceiling. A familiar, sweet scent flitted into his nostrils and Aidan turned his face into the pillow. Gia’s scent. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, allowing the tantalizing fragrance to swirl through his senses. She’d fucked Liam in this very bed. The thought sent a mixture of simmering lust and inexplicable jealousy rifling through him. He sat up and placed his feet on the carpeted floor. Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me? He slammed the pillow with his fist. He was never jealous of his brother. Shit, knowing Liam, with a body as hot as hers, he was probably fucking her again right now. He moved his elbows to his parted knees, and held his head. The thing about having an identical twin brother was that in picturing the two of them together, automatically he saw himself with her. And the thought thickened his cock in place. He stood up and took a deep breath, and with it came a stony resolution. There was no way he would be satisfied with Liam being the one to win Gia over on his own. To watch the most alluring woman he had ever met with his brother, especially if he couldn’t have her. He couldn’t bear the thought now, and he doubted he would be able to in the future. His heart sprang to life, spurring him on, and each beat came faster in his heaving chest. They had to do it together or not at all. They needed a plan.

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Chapter 7 Gia trembled with Liam’s mouth at her ear. “Tell me, baby, don’t be scared, just tell me,” he whispered before moving his tongue from her earlobe to her neck and sucking softly. What choice did she have? None. Of course she had enjoyed it. They were identical. How could she not? She loved every minute of it. “Yes,” she whispered, cringing at the sound of her own voice. Liam moved his hand down the side of her waist, down her hip and around her thigh. He lifted her dress up and slid his hand to her still damp pussy. “Oh God,” she moaned. Evidence of Aidan was still dripping from her. She could feel it trickling down her thigh, and she clenched her thighs in embarrassment. Even if he didn’t mind his brother’s still-warm liquid slick on her thighs, she did. Liam inserted two fingers into her, and she groaned. She didn’t want to feel anything, not after what had happened. She closed her eyes, willing the rush of desire away, but, shit, just the feel of his warm, hard fingers inside her compelled her body to react again with wanting. “Liam—” His mouth was still on her neck. He moved it to her ear again, his breath tantalizing and warm. His finger hooked into her cunt, and he flicked it rhythmically. “You fucked him so good, Gia. Can you smell his cum? I don’t mind. Your pussy is hot enough to share, baby. So hot.” He flicked his finger faster against her lips.

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Oh God, was this really happening? As much as she shouldn’t, dare not, her body betrayed her. Her pussy throbbed with each beat of his fingers. “I, oh Liam, I’m so—” He shoved deeper into her, and she leaned forward, heaving against his chest, her breath catching on her words. She looked lazily into his eyes. She was spent, but now, oh sweet Lord, the things he was making her feel. The thought of Aidan’s juices on his hands, inexplicably, drove her insane with wanting. He moved his head down, and his mouth met hers. His tongue moved lazily against hers, his eyes still opened. He moved his hand down to loosen his pants. She could hear the sound of his zipper, the swift drums of his heart, and the throbbing of her pulse. She couldn’t move, suspended in disbelief and wanting it more than anything. He continued kissing her while he stepped out of his pants and underwear, pushing her slowly toward the same desk perched alongside the bookshelves. The same one where she had just fucked his brother. He lifted her up so the edge of her backside was on the table. He opened her legs carefully, placing her one foot on the table and the other around his hip before he leaned forward. She moved her hands to the edges of the table just when he shoved his fingers into her wet cunt again. She salivated when the titillation swooped over her. She had just fucked his brother. The memories flashed in her mind, and she groaned in shame. The truth was, the thought made her horny as hell. In a quick motion, his long, hard cock was inside her, penetrating her pussy, sliding into her soaking wetness. She could still smell Aidan, the scent wafting up, and she licked her lips and moaned. The thought of Liam fucking her while Aidan’s cum was still there sent spasms of animalistic desire crashing through every nerve cell. She threw her head back and screamed in ecstasy.

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His cock pounded into her hot, wet flesh, each thrust causing her body to jerk. She growled, her voice wild and raw. Each thrust coming in such quick succession, she was unable to match his rhythm. All she could do was sit there and take it while his cock banged into her. She moved her hands down and around his sexy ass, kneading the taut mounds with her hands, feeling the clenching and release with each thrust. His eyes were focused on her face while he fucked her, his mouth opened with his tongue flicking against hers between thrusts. The sheer unbridled lust propelling him faster and faster. She was so close, but she wanted to ride his hard cock, take control. She quickly pushed him to the floor and onto his back. His eyes widened then narrowed in understanding, and his lips curved into a breathless smile. She opened her legs, moving one on each side of him before lowering herself onto his cock. She was going to ride him hard and fuck him fast, until he exploded in her. His liquid joining his brother’s, mingling with her own pussy juice. The thought caused a shock of painful rapture, and her clit throbbed in ecstasy. She moved her pelvis backward, forward, side to side, slowly, and she could hear him groan, his eyes glazed with lust, savoring the sight. He moved his hand to her hip and the other onto her breast, squeezing both. “Oh yes, just like that. Fuck me, you like fucking my big cock, don’t you? Ride my dick with your wet pussy. Fuck me.” “Oh fuck yes.” She threw her head back and moved her hips faster. Back and forth. “Oh God, Liam, I love fucking you. I love your big, hard cock. Oh fuck, my pussy is so wet for you.” She rode harder, feeling him deep inside of her, and she rotated hips. Her hands rubbed back and forth on his tightened chest and stomach while she moved, the skin slippery from his slick sweat. “Oh yes, baby, your pussy feels so good, so fucking good. You like fucking, don’t you?” He guided her hips with his hands, digging

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his nails into her skin, making her move faster. He raised his hand and spanked her ass, and she gasped. “Oh fuck, yes,” she screamed, throwing her hair onto his chest then up again. “I love riding your cock, oh yes. I love it!” Yes, yes. She moved her hands to her breasts and pinched her nipples. She screamed when her body fervently responded to its gratifying reward. The spasms shot through every inch of her body and the warm rush of liquid swirled around his cock. Then his dick throbbed and jerked, his creamy juice finally squirting, mixing, and trickling inside of her. She collapsed on top of him, resting her head on his chest and exhaled loudly. Her head moved up and down in rhythm to his heaving chest. She slowly opened her eyes and found herself looking at— “Oh my God, Aidan? Liam.” She turned to Liam then shoved his shoulder with one hand while she looked at Aidan. He turned slowly and looked at his brother, who stood at the doorway, his arms crossed and one leg over the other. It was evident that Aidan was rock hard, the bulge pressing against his jeans. Gia sat up and crossed her arms over her breasts, Liam’s hard cock still inside her. How long had he stood there watching them? Was this really possible, twice in one night? She glared at Aidan. He was smiling almost painfully, his eyes laced with desire. Gia turned back to Liam frowning in confusion. Liam was—what was he? He seemed to be dismissive. A sated smile spread across his face, his eyes crinkled in delight. He looked as if this was normal, his brother standing there and watching them. “Liam?” Gia whispered, moving slowly off of him. She stood up quickly, moving her dress to cover herself. Her mind was spinning from the mixture of interrupted bliss and the soft ache in her heart when she looked at Aidan. She felt almost as guilty as she had when Liam had been the one to walk in on them. She was also just as

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confused by Liam’s casual acceptance of his brother watching them. Shouldn’t he be angry at Aidan for just standing there? Was this a sibling thing? With none of her own, she wasn’t sure how it worked. She stood frozen, waiting for a reaction, anything. Liam got to his feet then pulled his underwear and pants on, remaining shirtless. Aidan walked into the library, closing the door behind him. He headed for the decanted vodka before carefully retrieving three glasses. He purposefully poured each a third full. Glasses in hand, he walked over then handed one to his brother. Gia stood entranced, watching the impossible calmness of the brothers. Aidan strode toward her, offering the other glass, and she accepted it in a daze. “Thanks,” she whispered idly, then gulped the drink down in one shot, wincing before she looked back to brothers. Liam continued watching her. He grinned, and an oddly triumphant shadow glittered in the depths of his eyes. Her eyes widened, and she shook her head and found herself buckling in hysterical confusion. She quickly placed the glass on the table, grinning though she was far from amused. “I am so far down the rabbit hole.” She snorted. “Liam, can you talk to me and tell me what exactly is going on?” Liam walked over to her and rubbed his hand on her cheek. Aidan followed. She stared into Liam’s eyes then brushed his hand away. The room seemed darker, the smell of hot sex in the air. She felt two inches tall while she looked at the dark pair. Irrevocably identical. Both shirtless, both dark pairs of eyes watching her intently. Her gaze darted between them, and she battled to control the drumming of her heart. “I’ve been played, haven’t I?” she stammered, and the last of her control slipped away as tears pooled in her eyes.

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In a flash, Liam and Aidan were at her sides, and two sets of warm hands stroked her tears away. She looked up into their silent blazing eyes. She sensed a warmth tinged with concern. But to hell with their concern. She was now a bona fide twin sex toy. How poetic. First no sex for two years, and then when she did get her groove on, it was the worst-case scenario she could never imagine. She wiped the unwelcome tears away and steeled herself. “Was this a game from the beginning?” Liam and Aidan’s lack of response said plenty, but still she gave them a second more as she waited with bated breath, and clenched fists. Finally she couldn’t take it anymore. She tilted her head back to look at her puppeteers. “Tell me now, dammit! What the fuck is going on? Oh forget it!” she screamed, and before either could stop her, she grabbed her bag from the table, not bothering to get her shoes, and she stormed out of the library. The hallway blurred around her, and she wiped the tears now falling rampantly, and ran toward the front door and out into the darkened, damp night. In minutes she was in her car and gone.

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Chapter 8 “I told you she wasn’t ready.” Aidan stood at the windows, watching the last glimpse of Gia’s white car as it sped down the driveway. He found himself battling the crazy desire to run after her. He could almost hear the screech of her tires on the gravel. When he was sure she was at the gate, he turned and slowly nodded at Liam. Liam took the signal and quickly pressed the button on the control phone, opening the gate for her exit before replacing the receiver. Aidan stood facing his brother, his jaw tensed with anger. His stomach ached mercilessly with a sense of loss. He bent down, retrieving each of Gia’s gold, red-soled heels off the floor, holding both in his hands. Liam gulped his drink loudly, his brow creasing when he faced his brother. “And I told you that she will be.” Aidan placed the shoes carefully on the side of the couch. As much as he had hoped she would be back to claim them, something about the look in her eyes told him it wouldn’t be soon. “No, Liam, you blew it. I think we gave her too much, too soon. We should have waited, given it a few more days, weeks even. She’s not the onenighter sort of woman. She’s special, and you blew it.” Aidan walked over, facing his brother, his hands on his hips and his eyes narrowed, mirroring his twin’s. “Your celibacy seems to have clouded your judgment. Because of you, we’ve missed about ten steps in getting her comfortable with both of us. You found her, and we agreed.” Aidan looked down, shaking his head, then up again, meeting his brother’s dark stare. Though Liam’s was fixed over his shoulder.

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Aidan moved his hand up to Liam’s arm, tugging so he would face him. “This obviously wasn’t your first time with her. She didn’t say as much, but she didn’t have to. You fucked her before this.” He shoved Liam’s bare arm, feeling the muscle tense. “Idiot, you should have waited. She was worth it. Would it have killed you to get to know her first? Lunch, dinner, working slowly toward breakfast? Now she’ll think the Wright brothers messed with her. Fuck, Liam!” Liam sighed and edged toward the window, turned, then stared out of it. “Look, she’s angry now, but she’ll come around.” Aidan headed toward the couch and sat down, focusing on what they would need to do to get her back. What he would need to do, to make sure that they both did. But a nagging incertitude taunted him. “What if she doesn’t? We’ve waited so long for her, and now she’s gone.” Aidan leaned back and closed his eyes, his hands crisscrossed at his neck. The same familiar fragrance in the bed was still on the couch. Her fragrance. He winced and inhaled deeply. There was something about her. Against all his reservations about actresses, he had to admit, Liam was right. She was special. Again, his body ached for her, even if he’d only had her once. She was a piece of deliciously dark heaven. His cock was, once again, rock hard. Liam turned, and cocked one eyebrow knowingly at his brother’s erection. “It’s not like you abstained when you found her lying on the couch, did you?” Aidan’s eyes shot open, and he threw a scorching glare at Liam. “Well, what were you thinking having her wait for you on the couch with no panties on? How could I bear to walk away? Now she’s gone. When did you fuck her anyway?” Liam shrugged. “I told her to wait for me. How she ended up waiting in that position is beyond me. My first time with her, by the way, was this afternoon, when we had lunch.” Aidan cocked his eyebrow menacingly. “And you neglected to tell me? I specifically remember you texting that you were bringing her to the house. I’m sure I would’ve remembered if it included dessert.

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Then again, I should have known, I felt it the moment you fucked her.” “As I felt it when you did the same thing you’re judging me for. Come on, Aidan. Does it honestly matter? Your saw the heat come off her. No sane man could be close to her and not want to fuck her. I think we both know this is more than just sex. So much more. This time is different, we both feel it. It’s not you or me, it’s both of us.” Aidan nodded, knowing exactly what his brother meant. His mind flew to the first time he’d fallen for a woman, the first time he’d lost his virginity and the first time he’d got his heart broken. His every reaction to the life-changing events was always mirrored in Liam’s face the moment he saw him. Their emotions were so closely linked, it was impossible to feel anything without the other feeling it, too. He glanced at Liam. Hell, in his brother’s face, he could see what he felt, reflected right back at him. Worry. Worry that they’d possibly lost the one woman that could finally complete them. His chest tightened at the thought. “How is it possible to feel this much for her so quickly? Doesn’t that scare you just a little? She’s perfect, but this, this I sure can’t explain. Can you?” Liam shook his head, saying nothing, so Aidan continued. “I know it’s more than lust. There’s this crazy chemistry, or intensity, whatever you want to call it.” He shook his head slowly. “I know,” Liam sighed. “Fuck, I can’t stop thinking about her since we saw that photo of her all those months ago. Since we decided to find one woman to share. Shit—” Aidan watched the flitter of his own emotions reflected on Liam’s face. And even before he spoke, Aidan knew what he was going to say. Liam took a deep breath. “She’s the one. Gia Carelli is it.” Aidan nodded, echoing his brother’s words in his mind. She is definitely the one.

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Liam held his hand out, resting it on Aidan’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, brother. We’ll get her back. Let me call her to see if she got home all right.” **** Gia was laying face down on her goose down pillow, wet from the tedious flow of her frustrated tears, and she screamed into it. It was almost four a.m. and still sleep evaded her. Her room was completely darkened, with only a sliver of light piercing through a slight opening in her cream-lined organza curtains. She could hear a distant chirping of birds outside, ready to herald dawn, and she moaned. She had an eight a.m. call time and would look like crap from the lack of sleep. All she could see were Liam and Aidan’s faces, staring at her with a sick look of something she couldn’t name. Whatever it was, it irritated the hell out of her. She had never felt so utterly humiliated in all her life. She had fallen in the worst possible way, rendering her nothing more than an empty-headed starlet sleeping with not one, but two of the studio heads. Well, Aidan wasn’t technically the studio head. She wasn’t sure what he did, but she knew he had some ownership though Liam operated at the helm. Their dark eyes penetrated through her thoughts, taunting her further. When she’d arrived home, her phone had vibrated incessantly for what seemed like hours. Every ten minutes, then every five. She ignored it, knowing it was probably Liam or Aidan. She didn’t know and didn’t care. But for lack of sleep and high-voltage irritation, frustration, and anger, she quickly bolted off the bed. She reached for her bedside lamp, clicking it on before walking toward her maple wood dressing table. She dug into her bag, retrieving her cell phone. Nine missed calls and two text messages. She clicked into the first text message. Please call me when you get this. L

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Sighing, she deleted it and clicked to the next one. Gia please call us. She flinched at the plural “us.” This last message was sent less than an hour ago. Again she clicked delete and tossed the phone across the room, hearing the soft thud when it landed on the plush cream carpet somewhere alongside the bed. She shook her head slowly, her eyes focused on her rumpled white duvet on the queensize bed. She stood naked, having come home and taken a shower. She wanted to wash away the bittersweet memory of her night. How she had even consented to any of it was something she couldn’t forgive herself for. How she had enjoyed every minute of it, absolutely deplorable. One was bad, but two men in one day, three times, injurious at best. She walked forward and plunked herself on top of the fluffy duvet, stomach down. Suddenly there was a loud buzz. It reverberated against the walls and quiet of the small house. With her room door opened, the buzzer echoed from the living room, down the narrow hallway, and smack into her ears. She had chosen her Spanish-style home in West Toluca mainly because it was a quiet enclave, free of the plethora of mansions, perfect for privacy. She had thankfully been spared the glare of paparazzi at her door, unlike her fellow actors in the nearby hills. However it didn’t stop a few new ones from trying their luck. For a moment she wondered if it was just a new photographer trying to get a middle-of-the-night shot of her or perhaps—no. She shook her head. She would ignore it. If it was important, whoever it was would know better than to wake her in the middle of the night. Again the buzzer cut through the warm air, ringing in her ears. Gia got off the bed and grabbed her white silk nightgown off the wooden clotheshorse in the corner of her bedroom. She walked through the narrow maple-floored hallway until she reached the alarm

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system attached to the side of the hallway wall. Pressing a button, the small black screen came to life. She gasped, watching the single outside porch light perfectly illuminate the faces of the brothers. There they stood, in grainy sepia tone, two handsome heads of the same coin. Their brows were equally creased while they looked straight at her door. The one with the mole, Liam, leaned forward and pressed the buzzer again. She swallowed and her eyes widened as she battled to control the rush of emotions flooding through her. What were they doing at her house? She tried to remember if she had parked the car in her garage or if it still stood in the driveway. She quickly pressed another button, changing the camera view to one from the side of the house. Her stoned driveway was empty. They wouldn’t know if she was home or not. Gia slowly turned her back against the wall, bent her knees, and sunk down to the floor. With her hands over her face, she silently prayed they would leave. After five excruciatingly long minutes later, she could hear the sound of car doors opening then closing and the run of a powerful engine. They were gone.

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Chapter 9 Aidan paced across the outside of Gia’s trailer. The four-hour wait for her shoot to be over was nothing less than excruciating. He’d cancelled two budget meetings, just so that he could make it in time. In time to, firstly, see for himself that she was all right. And secondly, to try to woo her back into their arms. It was almost lunchtime and his empty stomach was already growling. “Mr. Wright?” A soft British voice came from behind him. Aidan turned on his heel. A stocky girl, dressed in a black M.A.C. apron, dark jeans, and a white tank top, peered up at him through golf green eyes. “Yes?” He replied a little too sharply to his surprise. Liam normally had less patience between them, and he chided himself for his own sudden lack of it. “I’m sorry. Yes I am. And you are?” The girl’s cheeks flushed as she looked up at him. “Oh, we’ve met before. But not to worry I’m sure you’re super busy. Can’t expect you to remember all the crew. I’m Sam. The makeup artist on set. You waiting for Gia then?” Aidan’s eyes widened in realization. “Oh, you must think I’m Liam. I’m Aidan, his brother. Pleasure to meet you, Sam.” He extended his hand. “Is Gia done on set as yet?” Sam grinned before quickly shaking his hand. “Forgive me, you do look very much alike. I’m afraid Gia’s gone off to lunch. She left as soon as the scene wrapped.” Aidan blanched. She could only have gone to lunch with Liam. He’d told him that he’d be the one to come and talk to her, take her for lunch. What the fuck was he doing? He took a second to compose

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himself, not wanting the makeup artist to see any hint of his emotions. “Do you know where she’s gone for lunch? I need to speak with her urgently,” he said cautiously. Sam smiled though, he noted, it didn’t quite reach her widened eyes. “Yes of course. She’s in the private dining room with Cole Aimes. It’s behind lot seven. If you go—” “I know where it is,” Aidan snapped, and before Sam could say a word, he abruptly turned and headed in that direction. His stomach was twisted as he walked, and he had to physically restrain himself from running the short distance to the private dining rooms behind the lot. Liam was one thing, but this Cole Aimes? Why would the actor feel the need to take her to a private dining room? Of course the stars of the movies had the privilege if they requested it, but from what he’d read about Gia, she preferred eating with the crew. He reached the glass doors of the entrance to the building and walked through. The block was once a large private dining area of a renowned director. It had later been converted into three distinctly private eating rooms and a meeting area. All the rooms were marked by double oak doors on one side of a narrow hallway, and a floor-to-ceiling sheet of glass, with a view of the studio, on the other. He passed the first two, and with the doors opened, he could see they weren’t in them. The knowledge only served to send blood pumping madly to his temple. What was he thinking? They were costars, they had every right to have lunch wherever they pleased. So why did it bother him so much? Aidan stopped at the last set of closed doors and braced himself, taking several deep breaths. He knew they were in there, he could feel it. He looked to his right and stared at the empty lot outside of the glass while he composed himself. Now that he was there, he couldn’t find a good enough reason for barging in. As it turned out, he didn’t have to, as the door opened, and he took a step back, staring at it. “Oh, Mr. Wright. Great to see you again,” Cole flashed a Zoombright smile and grabbed his hand. “Did you need the room? We’re

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done eating, but there’s still plenty. They sure feed us well on set. Oh and thanks again for giving me this role, really appreciate it.” Aidan silently shook Cole’s hand quickly before releasing it. He stared at the actor’s Superman-blue eyes and dirty-blond hair, wondering whether Cole was someone Gia would be attracted to. The demographic studies for the casting had shown that half of America’s female population would likely be, but the only statistic that mattered was Gia. He searched the younger man’s chiseled face for signs of latent intimacy. Finding none, finally, he blinked and relaxed. “You’re welcome, Cole, I’ve heard you’re doing a stellar job,” he answered in full business mode. He didn’t bother to correct Cole’s assumption that he was Liam, as he had more pressing matters at hand. Like what he was going to say to Gia. All plans that he had run through earlier were lost the moment he had heard she was in a private room with Cole. “Thank you, sir,” Cole replied. “Well, I’d best be off.” With that he was gone, leaving Aidan standing in front of the closed side of the double doors. Even without seeing her, or knowing that she was in there, he could feel her. Even from behind the barrier of wood, her essence was like a hot oven of baked sizzle. He took a step forward, and for the first time in his life, he was entering what was normally a venue for lunch meetings, without knowing what to expect. And he hated to admit, that the thought terrified him. The sound of glass breaking, and a high-pitched shriek stopped him mid-stride. Gia was standing, and holding her wrist while wincing at her bloodied fingers. Dashing forward, Aidan grabbed her hand, ignored her gasp, and snatched a napkin from the round table. “Gia! You’re bleeding, where did you cut yourself?” He searched madly for the offending gash. When she didn’t answer, he turned, and looked at her. And oh God, how he wished he didn’t have to look away.

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Gia’s emerald eyes were watery below the smoky makeup on her lids. Her glossy bottom lip was clenched between her teeth, and she was as stiff as his cock was going to be just looking at her. Forgetting her wound for just a second, he stared down at her and couldn’t help thinking how utterly adorable she was. Not in a childlike way, but in the sexiest way possible. He imagined his own teeth biting softly on her full lips. She winced, pulling him back to the moment. “Aidan, what are you doing here?” she whispered. Hearing his name from her lips relaxed every tensed muscle in his body and he had to smile. It normally took most people months, or never, to tell the difference between them. But she wasn’t most people as he was learning quickly. He pulled her hand closer to him. “Let me see.” He gently turned her fingers, and to his relief, found only a small cut across the tip of the index. Holding her wrist, he held the napkin around the gash and wiped the streak of blood on her other fingers with the bottom. He looked back to her. “What happened?” Gia nodded towards a cracked tumbler lying on the white tablecloth. “It’s my own clumsiness, I knocked the glass over. I’m sure I’ll live.” She smiled softly. “I hope so,” he said and lost his breath in the depths of her sexy hooded eyes. In them he saw everything that he and Liam had been so desperate to find. He wasn’t sure if love at first sight existed, but this was sure as hell close to it. Whether it was first, second, or third, it didn’t matter. Fuck, he knew that he would feel this way whenever he looked at her. “God you’re beautiful,” he sighed. In staring at her, he lost all sense of reality, and was only slightly aware that he’d dropped the napkin. He was about to pick it up, but she interrupted him. “Thanks, but you still haven’t told me what you’re doing here,” she replied with a soft crimson blush. With his other hand still around her wrist, Aidan looked at her finger. All traces of blood were gone, leaving a small, slightly wet

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scar in its place. Without thinking, he slowly lowered his mouth onto her finger and sucked softly at the tip. “Aidan,” she whispered, her voice husky, and she lowered her hand, pulling her finger out of his mouth. The way she said his name sent a shiver up his spine that he could just barely control. He raised his hand to her face, and gently stroked her cheek. “Oh baby,” he managed to say, though his throat was tight and he swallowed. Another first raged in his stomach, actual butterflies, something he was sure he’d never felt before. And with it, a more salacious hardening of his dick. His cock throbbed impatiently against his suit pants, begging for release. Gia’s breath came faster and in her black tank top, her breasts heaved below his eye level, fighting for his gaze. “Aidan, I need—” she began to say, but he couldn’t wait, and crashed his mouth onto hers. His tongue found hers quickly and he kissed her with frantic longing that he could barely control. His hands moved around her and he pulled her into his chest. He pressed his hard cock against the top of her jutted hip. He gasped into her mouth as she arched her hips forward, grinding against his cock. “Oh, baby, you don’t know what you do to me,” he whispered into her mouth, then sucked her tongue. He pulled back and fulfilled his minor wish by biting softly on her lower lip, pulling back before finding her tongue again. Gia snaked her arms around his neck and pulled him down, closer to her, deepening the kiss. She pressed her chest forward, mashing her breasts against him. He wanted to talk to her, have lunch, discuss a future, but fuck, he could barely think. All he wanted was to make love to her again. To fuck her drenched pussy. He moved his hands down, and under her denim skirt, rubbing the top of her thighs in long, languid motions. Gia was panting on his mouth and sucking his tongue. She slowly moved her legs, parting them while arching her back.

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He moved his hands up, his fingers joyfully finding her pussy as he did the night before. Panty-less and wet as torrid rain. “Oh fuck, Gia. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he moaned then lowered himself to his knees, his eyes remaining on her glazed ones. He shoved her skirt up to her waist and could have cried when he looked at her cunt. The silky, hairless folds were swollen and drenched. He moved both hands on each side of her pussy lips and pushed it wide open with his thumbs. Slowly, he licked from the bottom to her clit then down again. He moved his tongue back to her hard clit and flicked it, while pushing two fingers into her smoldering cunt. She groaned and pushed her hips forward then pushed her hands into his hair, pulling his face against her pussy. His mouth wet with her juice, he licked his lips, still moving his fingers faster. “Oh Aidan. Fuck, what are you doing to me?” she asked breathlessly, her voice thick with lust. He pulled his mouth away and looked up at her. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, but added another finger and rammed her pussy faster as she bucked above him. “No,” she whispered. “Oh God, no.” “Fuck. Baby, your pussy is so wet.” He stared at her, but moved his tongue back to her clit, flicking faster, in rhythm to his fingers. Sex or not, he wanted this woman. He wanted her forever. He fingerfucked her faster, each thrust taunting his own aching cock. But he wanted to pleasure her. It was all about her. He pulled back and stood up, finding her mouth. His kiss brought the explosion as her pussy clamped around his fingers, and she trembled. Her hands went to his cock, and she rubbed it through his pants, her body still shuddering. Smiling, Aidan pulled back, and watched her come back to him. “You okay, baby?” Panting, Gia slowly pulled her skirt down and closed her eyes.

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Aidan kissed her eyelids and wrapped his damp hands around her body. His cock was ready to burst, but he wanted her to know that he wanted to please her. To make her happy. She opened her eyes and for a split-second before she did, he dreaded what he would find there. But he quickly relaxed when she smiled. There was no regret, no back to reality aftershock. It was a look of pure bliss. She nodded slowly, and looked almost shy as she stared into his eyes. “You know this is crazy, right?” She grinned. Smiling with relief he pulled her closer to him. “No. What’s crazy is that neither of us found you sooner. Where have you been all our life?” He gave her a quick kiss on the lips, then hugged her tightly. “All ‘our’ life?” She pulled back and giggled. “I’m going to need a minute to process all of this. Do you always share women?” Aidan smiled, and ignored his body’s wrath. His hard cock was still waiting and it took everything in him to restrain himself from fucking her. There would be time for that later. “Let’s just say it was a joint decision we made. We both want you. I want you.” He leaned forward and kissed her but quickly pulled back. If he continued he was going to rip her clothes off. “So what’s with the private tête-àtête?” She rolled her lips and her gem eyes twinkled. “Jealous?” She smirked. Yes, he thought. “No,” he said, then took a deep breath against the thought of her being with anyone else. Even his brother. “Just wondering why Cole would feel the need to take you to a private dining room for lunch.” “Why shouldn’t he?” she asked, but a mischievous glint shone in her eyes, and she tilted her head. “He’s hot and available. But honestly, he’s not my type. He asked me to run through some lines with him, and I was hungry. It was me who suggested this dining room.”

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His eyes widened, and a weight of relief he hadn’t realized he was carrying slowly lifted. “So what is your type, beautiful?” He pulled her closer to him so that he was speaking onto her lips. She licked hers and exhaled into his face, intoxicating him with her smell. “I’m quite cliché actually. Tall, dark, and handsome. That does it for me.” Brushing her lips with his tongue, he asked, “So do I fit the bill?” She bit her lip and nodded slowly, and it looked like she was going to cry. “You okay?” he asked, and she answered with her tongue in his mouth, kissing him like a bitch in heat. He closed his eyes with his cock screaming for her wet pussy, and he pressed it against her. She lowered her hands to the top of his pants, still kissing him. She was loosening the zip and—“Oh my God!” she shrieked. With a jolt Aidan opened his eyes, only to find hers frozen, looking past his shoulder. When he turned, it took a second to register what she was looking at. The door of the private room was opened, and overlooking the clear glass wall across the hallway. On the other side of the glass stood a photographer who was still clicking away. Before he could react, Gia was at the door and she slammed it shut. With her back and hands to the door, she was heaving, and her face white with shock. He dashed toward her, and grabbed her shoulders, knowing full well what the ramifications would be if those photos got out. Thinking quickly, he grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed security. His instructions were clear. Stop the paparazzi and bring him the camera so he could destroy it. When he clicked the phone off, and looked back to Gia, the dread he had feared earlier was plastered across her face. “Gia.” He raised his hand to her face, but she jerked away.

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“I’m sorry,” she stammered, and her body was trembling as she shook her head. “I can’t do this. I just can’t.” “Gia, the security will stop him, don’t worry about it. It’s going to be okay.” She walked slowly towards the door, and nervously opened it. She paused at the door then tilted her head to the side without looking at him. “I’m sorry. It will never be okay. If it’s not him it will be somebody else. This will never work.” And she was gone.

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Chapter 10 The bile rose quickly, and Gia was already sprinting toward the bathroom closest to the exit of the private dining block. She was reeling, and her nerves a mangled mass of anxiety. She couldn’t bear to think what would happen if those photos got out. The scandalous scoop of the Hollywood minute. That’s what. Gia lowered her head, and rinsed her mouth then looked up into the bathroom mirror. Her emotions were reflected clearly there. Gripping the edge of the gray marble basin, she breathed deeply in an attempt to calm herself. What was she going to do? A part of her had never gotten over the whole debacle with the producer. The married producer. No matter how many times she had refuted the story, it made no difference. The truth, as she learned, did not spread like wildfire. Salacity sold newspapers, and advertising space. The story had damn near killed her mother, who had had a stroke when her house was staked out for four days straight. Literally. As much as she’d told her mom not to read the tabloids, she didn’t have to. People in Arlington and Poughkeepsie tended to use her mother as their go-to person for news on her famous daughter. Shit. This was all she needed right now. She raised her hands to her hair, and tugged it, still staring at her flushed face. How was it possible to go from an orgasm to agony in the space of a minute? This was all their fault. Aidan and Liam. If they hadn’t lured her into their web of seduction, she wouldn’t be in this position. But even thinking it, she knew it was a lie. She was a willing party. And, she had to admit, she had enjoyed it, which only made everything worse. For the life of her, she couldn’t get either of

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them out of her mind. Even the possibility that she might be tomorrow’s headline didn’t seem to deter her body or emotions from thinking about the two men that had sent her world into a flat spin. “Urgh!” She shook her head, berating herself. How did she get here so fast? She turned and walked out of the bathroom to head back to the set. “Hey, gorgeous, you okay?” Maggie asked as Gia reached her trailer. Maggie was sitting on the hot pink couch, watching the “dailies,” the scenes filmed the previous day, on her air-thin laptop. She placed it at her side and stood up then walked towards Gia. “No offense, kid, but you look like shit. You’ve still got two scenes to go. Are you ill?” Squinting, Maggie raised the back of her hand to Gia’s forehead. Gia turned, not wanting her to read anything in her face, or smell the tongue sex she was sure she reeked of. She could still smell Aidan on her, his heady cologne wafting through her nostrils, still able to drive her crazy with desire. But she couldn’t do it anymore. She had to face the reality that, no matter how much the twins had gotten to her, both physically and emotionally, she had to wake the fuck up. She couldn’t risk her career or her mother’s health. Gia had sacrificed her heart all her life, and now was not the time to change that. “Gia?” Maggie walked around, facing her. She crossed her arms and bowed her head. “Wanna talk about it?” Gia stepped back, pursed her lips, and willed herself to appear as unaffected as possible. She was an actress for God’s sake, she could fake anything. Putting on her best showbiz smile, she beamed up at Maggie. “I’m fine, just tired I guess. Don’t worry.” But Maggie didn’t look convinced. Her gray eyes shone with disbelief, then softened in concern. “Okay. But I’m here for you if you need me. Don’t be melting down on me, you hear me?” She quickly pulled Gia into a hug.

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Gia stiffened against Maggie, the smell of smoke assaulting her senses. And she hoped, again, that Maggie couldn’t smell the after effects of her time with Aidan. The good part of it anyway.

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Chapter 11 “Let’s hope she’s here,” Liam said to Aidan as they walked onto the outdoor set. It was only six a.m., but already crew members were busy setting up a diner scene. He turned and scanned the lot for signs of Maggie. If anyone could help them get Gia back, Maggie could. Liam’s stomach was clenched in a tight knot. Thank God the security had managed to apprehend the photographer and Aidan had burned the memory stick. Though he would have loved to watch it, he didn’t have to, to know what it contained. The thought oddly gave him no jealousy. In fact, he was relieved that finally there was a woman that both of them felt the same way about. Neither could ever be with someone else without the other coming in the way. The only solution was one woman. Hopefully. “There she is.” Aidan pointed when he spotted Maggie’s flaming hair, tossing animatedly while she spoke to a cameraman, her familiar trail of smoke hovering above her. They jogged across, ignoring the confused, jaw-dropped stare from her companion. Aidan took her elbow and gently led her away. “Aidan? You’re back. I missed you, honey.” She threw her arms around him, keeping him firm in a tight embrace. “Let me look at you. You look tired, actually you both do.” She turned to Liam then back again. She quickly killed her cigarette and folded her arms. “Okay, I know your look. What’s wrong? If you’re both here, it’s a good sign. Looking all glum, not so good.” She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips, waiting for them to respond. Aidan spoke first. “Have you seen Gia?”

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Maggie’s thin lips rose at the corners, and her eyes practically twinkled with delight at the question. “You don’t see me for months and all you can ask is if I’ve seen Gia? Must be in her trailer, I imagine. Why?” She arched a ginger eyebrow in Aidan’s direction before moving it to Liam. Liam’s face was tensed from lack of sleep through thoughts consumed by Gia. But he softened with relief on seeing Maggie. He moved forward and gave her a warm kiss on the cheek. “It’s complicated. Let’s just say I took your advice, about asking her out—” “And?” Maggie smiled then retrieved a stick of gum from her pocket and quickly shoved it into her mouth. “And the inevitable happened.” Liam raised his hands, placing both on his head. Maggie knew them too well. He didn’t have to go into detail. She was the one person who knew how they worked, how Aidan and he were intrinsically bonded. “Remember your Southern belle, what was her name, oh yeah, Trisha. She didn’t go for it, and she was quite the hoedown. What makes you think Gia will? She’s pretty straitlaced, you know.” Liam and Aidan sighed in unison. Liam rolled his neck and half yawned. In between their trip to Gia’s house and Aidan’s catastrophe with the paparazzi, neither he nor Aidan had gotten much sleep in two nights. She hadn’t taken either of their calls. But he knew they had to see her to convince her to change her mind about being with both of them. She was only due in at nine, so hopefully they could get Maggie to help before she did. Aidan leaned forward and squeezed Maggie into a tight hug. “I missed you, Aunty Mags, always to the point.” Maggie playfully slapped his arm and he pulled away. “Maggie, Gia is different. I think you know that. It will be strange in the beginning, but I think she can come around.” Maggie made a soft sound of disagreement while she stroked her chin and chewed on it. “I’m not so sure. What makes her different? What makes her different from a Trisha, or Amber, or Elizabeth? All

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women you thought were special, all ran for the proverbial hills when they found out they were going to be shared. And it always left you devastated. You know I love you both. You are sons to me, and I don’t want to see you getting hurt.” She leaned in, tucking her hands into the pockets of her black cargo pants, her eyes soft and warm. Liam raised his hands and placed it on Maggie’s shoulders, his fingers pressing softly. “There was a connection there, a deep-seated mixture of chemistry and magnetism, love at first sight, whatever you want to call it. And Mags, it was the same with both of us. You know with all those other women, either Aidan or I always felt slightly more or less than the other. Gia is the only one where those feelings are identical. I think we’ve both fallen for her.” He shook his head, exhaling while he looked at Maggie. He knew he didn’t need it, but her approval meant something, to both of them. “Fallen for her in one day? How do you know it’s not just a physical thing? You have been scraping the virginal pile for a while now. How do you know she’s not simply filling a temporary need?” Liam dropped his arms, and angled toward Aidan. But Liam knew just from looking at him that they felt the same about her. It was just there. Of that he was certain. Turning back to Maggie he said, “You loved my father, right?” Maggie nodded, and then he continued. “I know for a fact our father fell for you the minute he saw you screaming at the studio tour guide to let you off the bus. There were a dozen guys there, but my father was the one you connected with and you didn’t even know he was on the tour. For years he still spoke about his crazy redhead who came to Hollywood with only enough saved for a studio tour and pack of Marlboros. It was the first day you met. Can you honestly tell me it wasn’t the same for you?” Maggie smiled and sighed while she listened. She nodded slowly, seeming to know where he was going with this. Aidan picked up from Liam. “It’s the same with Gia. It’s something inside of her, a spark igniting our dual souls simultaneously, equally. With all the other women, I think we tried to

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force ideals onto each other as individuals, not considering the whole. They tended to lean more to one than the other. We confused sex with love. It’s only now we’re older we see how the extra bit is needed for it to be truly fulfilling. And I think we’ve found it with Gia.” Aidan exhaled, sighing deeply. Maggie flashed her brow, her face crinkling into her familiar smile. “And here I always thought you would be the more romantic one.” She held her hand out and squeezed Liam’s cheek playfully before turning to Aidan. “You surprise me, Aidan. I guess you boys are growing into each other after all.” She smiled, lowering her hand before continuing. “Congratulations, boys, I’m so happy you finally found someone. But—” She shrugged, taking in Aidan’s rolled-eye expression. Liam shook his head at Aidan. That was the one personality trait they didn’t share. Aidan hated the word “but.” To him everything had to be carefully calculated with no room for negative conjunctions. It either was or wasn’t, period. He winked at his brother, giving him a small smile then braced himself as Maggie seemed to carefully contemplate her next words. “There has to be a but. I’m not sure Gia will understand. I’ve known her for a long time. Granted it’s more a professional relationship, but she strikes me as a one-man kind of girl. She’s also an A-lister. Practically, how would she pull off a relationship with two men and keep her reputation intact? Is she going to have to divvy up time?” Aidan cleared his throat, though he was beaming, evidently already having an answer. “We’re twins for God’s sake, identical. She could just be seen dating one of us, perhaps me, and then it wouldn’t be as unfavorable as being with the studio boss. We’ll make a public statement and everything so everyone knows and there’ll be no public shame to worry about.” “Excuse me?” Liam interrupted, laughing, “What exactly is so unfavorable about dating the studio boss? She could be seen to be

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dating me, and you can step in and run the studio. God knows I’ve been carrying your weight for long enough around this place.” He punched Aidan’s arm playfully. Though he knew his brother would never step in to take the helm, preferring to be in the background. “Boys, boys, look, let me make a suggestion. Let me speak to her, feel her out. Maybe I can get her to come to your place tonight to, well, talk things through. As much as I know you want to burst into her trailer and declare your undying love, we do have a movie to make. In exactly three hours Tony is going to roll film, and we don’t want our lead actress running off into the sunset either from fright, love, or lust. Let me handle it. I’ll call you later, agreed?” She moved her hands to each of their arms. Their heads nodded together. Maggie was, of course, right. **** Gia’s mouth had dropped open when she stepped out of her trailer. In the distance she could see the familiar dark heads huddled in a conversation with Maggie. What were they doing here? She had known the possibility existed they might come looking for her on set, but this early? Seeing them now, she was suddenly terrified. Of what though, she wasn’t sure. Even after receiving Aidan’s text message that he’d destroyed the photographer’s card, she still hadn’t recovered from the possibility that it could have leaked. She’d barely slept, and only after three cups of strong, black coffee was she able to get herself to work, deciding to come in earlier. Thankfully she was already done with hair and makeup, so had some free time to process everything. She quickly ducked back into her trailer and paced the floor. Her scene was first, and she knew if they were there, watching her with their scorching eyes, there was no way she could do it. She already felt naked and exposed. It would only aggravate things to the nth degree. She was already dressed in a tan Von

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Furstenberg wrap dress with nude Louboutin heels, her hair perfectly styled into a sleek, straight style, falling to her waist. She could feel the sheen of sweat on her forehead threaten to frizz out her style, and already the dress was beginning to suffocate her. She moved her hands to the crossover belt and loosened it before standing directly underneath the air-conditioning vent. She lifted her chin toward it, feeling the cool air trace down her face, neck, and body, heaven against her sweltering skin. She had already decided that she didn’t want to have anything to do with them. It was just too risky. But, damn them, she cursed. Why did they have to look so hot, so tempting, and so infuriating? With their messy, black, screaming-sexy bed hair and smoldering jet black eyes. Even their white shirts in stark contrast to their gorgeous tanned arms were a taunting cry to her aching body and frustrated heart. She jolted when she heard a sharp rap on her door. She bit her lip, hoping it wasn’t them, not now when— “Gia, honey, you in there?” Thank God it was just Maggie. Gia quickly walked forward and leaned toward the door, opening it. She beamed at Maggie, though she caught the glint in her eyes. She definitely knew. Gia cleared her throat and moved back to stand underneath the cold air. She could see Maggie was here to talk to her about more than just work. She of course knew Maggie and Liam were particularly close. It was common knowledge she had dated their father and was closer to him than most. And having worked with Maggie on several movies, she knew all her “looks.” This one was different. She could see a mixture of guilt and collusion plastered there. “You look stunning. The wardrobe team seems to be working for their pay. You’re lucky you get to keep some of the haute couture items. The folds on this thing are incredible,” Maggie reached a hand toward the velvety fabric, rustling it between her fingers. “Maggie, I love you, but get to the point. You never comment on folds or couture, so I know something is up. I can smell it.” Gia raised

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her eyes upward, pretending to stare at the air-con with one hand relaxed over her neck and the other dangling at her side. She could hear Maggie sigh alongside her and hoped she couldn’t sense the anxiety snaking through her chest. “Okay, promise me you won’t freak out.” Maggie walked around to face Gia, tilting her head down, and she met her eyes. “I can’t do that.” “Okay, then promise you’ll try not to freak out.” Maggie reached her hand out, resting it on Gia’s bare arm. Gia nodded slowly, her breathing becoming shallower by the second while she waited. Whenever someone told her not to freak out, inevitably they were softening the blow, knowing full well she would freak out anyway. She chewed her lip, a dead giveaway of her raging tension, but what the hell. She was tense and nervous as the day of her first real audition. Maggie had been talking to Liam and Aidan. It was the only thing she could possibly be here to talk about. Everything to do with her role always went through Charlie first, and he hadn’t called her yet, so what else could it be? “Okay. It’s about Liam and Aidan. Honey, they’re like sons to me, maddening, hot, and crazy at times, but they are sweethearts. I’m not really the cupid type, but these boys are different. They are special. Fuck me over and call me a romantic, but I think they both have, well, deep feelings for you—” “Maggie, please, I don’t have time for this. I can’t—” “Just listen, okay.” Maggie’s eyes pleaded. “They’ve waited their whole lives for someone to complete them, to make them whole as only a woman can. They’ve tried with separate women, the same woman. Nothing ever worked. They always ended up miserable. Until you came along.” Gia tugged her arm away from Maggie’s and turned to face the door, her heart racing in her chest. She shook her head, trying to process it all, but unable to ask any questions.

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Maggie walked toward her. “Just one favor, meet them for dinner, just to talk, and then you can make up your mind.” Gia bristled and her stomach clenched. She blinked at the sting in her eyes which threatened to tear up at any second. “Talk about what? Being a page-six toy to twin moguls? Inviting the world into my sordid love life? Yes, I’m attracted to them. Who wouldn’t be? If it was one man, I probably wouldn’t be standing here listening to this. It would be so much easier. He or they, whatever, are great, and there was a connection, but as a single guy. Not a set. Maggie, this is insane. I have work to do.” “Gia, just talk to them. It’s not something I can explain. You have to see it for yourself. From the look in your eyes I can tell you feel something, maybe even something more than just a physical connection?” Maggie tilted her head, her gaze penetrating through Gia’s faltering mask. Gia sighed, her shoulders slumping. If only they were simply one person. Almost reading her mind, Maggie continued, “They are different, I promise you. This is not just a game to them. I have known them for most of their lives. If it was a game, they would have never come to me. Don’t you see. It’s so much more. So”—she leaned in, her eyes brimming with hope—“will you talk to them? Just dinner?” Gia nodded slowly, her lips pursed and resigned. She had lost the fight against every cell screaming for her to decline. Instead, she said, “Fine, just dinner.” “Okay, I’ll take you there after we wrap. Maybe it will be more comfortable. As soon as I know I’m not needed anymore, I’ll leave.” Gia nodded again, too numb in the morass of fatigue, confusion, and an unhealthy dose of hope. Was she perhaps a fool to have a fleeting wish, that maybe it could work out, just maybe?

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Chapter 12 “Ready, honey?” Maggie’s voice rang through the large trailer. Gia was surprised when, later that morning when she finished a scene, she had been led to a brand-new trailer the size of a small apartment. It had been furnished in an array of silver, pink, and white modern finishes. A single red rose was placed on a sleek aluminum coffee table with a simple note handwritten on copy paper. Only the best for someone as special as you. There was no name. She was used to receiving a degree of special treatment, but this morning the gesture had infuriated her. She looked around the trailer and noted the newest addition of five vases of roses in shades of white, cream, and pink. She had to smile at the blooming symbols of possibly the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her. She had never dared complain. It wasn’t in her, but she had to admit, she did feel cramped in the tiny trailer. How did he, or they, know? she wondered. She raised her head as Maggie stepped in. “Are you going to change? Should I give you a few minutes?” Maggie asked while she took in Gia’s outfit—a black, comfortable strapless playsuit and four-inch nude stilettos. “Why, it’s just dinner, right?” she replied. She chose the playsuit for a reason. Harder to get off, and for some strange reason it made her feel shielded from any sexual thoughts which might pop up. Tonight she definitely did not want to go for the fuck-me-right-now look. It was just talk, nothing more.

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With one last brush through her hair to get rid of any of the hairsprayed hardness, they were out of the door heading toward Maggie’s car. Straight toward either her dream come true or personal nightmare. Which it was, she wasn’t sure, but she was going to find out. **** Anna was ready to greet them at the door. From the emphatic hugs between the two women, Gia was sure Maggie had been a welcomed fixture in the Wright home. “Anna, you look amazing. I see the organic diet is working for you.” Maggie smiled while she held Anna by the shoulders, her eyes wrinkled with appreciation. “And you still smell like an ashtray. You need to stop, my old friend. Lung cancer bows to no one.” Anna beamed then turned to Gia. “Ms. Carelli, I’m so glad to see you again. Please come in. Liam and Aidan are in the library waiting for you.” Gia smiled, but her eyes widened and the temperature seemed to drop twenty degrees when a chill coursed through her spine. The library was not exactly the best place to meet. She doubted either of the women knew just how unnerving it would be. The men did, and she wondered why they would ever think of having them meet there. “Can we perhaps head to the dining hall?” she asked hopefully. Anna simply smiled, but it did not reach her eyes. The Wrights were her employers, friendships aside, and Gia could see the woman took what they said as law first and foremost. “Soon, some appetizers in the library first, then onto the delicious meal Enzo has prepared. Come, come.” She gestured toward the library, softly guiding Gia forward. Gia looked pleadingly toward Maggie for some backup, knowing she did not have a clue. She simply shrugged with a confused twist of her brow and gleaming smile.

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As soon as Anna opened the door to the library, Gia wished she was at home, crawled up in bed under the blankets. The sight of Liam and Aidan literally took her breath away. They were standing inches apart, facing the doorway, dressed in head-to-toe black suits with matching black jackets, evidently a favorite color. Their hairstyles were still the sexy, short yet disheveled look, and their tanned skin seemed to gleam under the dim lights. They each stood with one hand in their pants pocket and one clutched around a vodka-filled tumbler. Matching sets of closed-lipped, dimpled smiles extended toward their guests’ arrival. “Boys, you look dashing.” Maggie spoke first, walking toward them and wrapping them each in a warm embrace. She headed for the decanter on the side table and poured herself a double shot before adding a smidgen of water and two blocks of ice. Gia however, stood rooted to the spot where Anna had left her, which was about a foot away from the door. She stood glued, transfixed onto the double vision of Adonis incarnate. She clutched her nude clutch bag tightly between her slender hands, she could feel the cold metal of her thin gold bracelet brush against her wrist, and she trembled. She knew though, it had nothing to do with the bracelet, and everything to do with Liam and Aidan. She could barely distinguish between the two, the light rendering the telltale signs invisible to her nervous eyes. She swallowed, second-guessing if this was a smart thing to do. Perhaps she shouldn’t have come. But just looking at them, she could feel the thin layer of ice around her heart slowly melting, and the paparazzi photographer was already a hazy memory she would sooner forget. “A drink, Gia?” Maggie spoke, raising her glass toward her with one cocked eyebrow and a nervous smile. Gia nodded then slowly walked toward Maggie and past the men, though her eyes couldn’t tear away from them. They, too, remained locked onto her, barely aware of Maggie behind them.

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When she passed, they turned, and she bit down a gasp. She took the glass from Maggie and gulped it down before handing it back for another. “Take it easy, babe. Coherence is normally required when you need to talk.” Maggie laughed softly and handed her another filled double shot. Gia took the glass and held it in one hand, her other nervously edging the clasp on her bag. Her breathing was labored, and she could already feel the thundered bolt of her heart, and hoped the vodka would slow it down, render her more than just a hapless fool. The room reeked of them, their delicious cologne wafting through the air. “Okay, this is awkward.” Maggie shifted her weight onto her left foot, jutting her hip out. Before she could continue, her cell phone rang, and she quickly retrieved it from her black sling bag while extending her index finger toward them apologetically. “Yes, yes.” She nodded to the caller. “Right now? Okay sure, I’ll be there in ten.” Gia rolled her eyes in disbelief, knowing full well Maggie must have planned it perfectly. “I’m sorry, guys, as much as I would have loved to lose myself in Enzo’s Italian feast, I have to go. Tony needs me. Will you guys be okay?” She looked at Gia, her eyes filled with apology and a wicked glint. “Of course, go, I’ll be fine. I’ll call a cab after dinner.” Gia offered a small smile, though inside she wanted to kill her. “Don’t be silly. The boys will take you home.” She winked toward them then blew a kiss to the air, and within seconds she was out the door. **** Gia cleared her throat, feeling intensely like a specimen under a powerful microscope while Liam and Aidan stared at her. She tried to meet each stare confidently, but she couldn’t quite focus nor

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concentrate. She thought it would be easy, simply come over, talk, tell them this was insane, then leave. How wrong she was. Here she was sticky-palmed, out of breath, and furious that they looked more delectable than they had any right to look. Her attraction to them was something her body refused to deny, though her rational mind told her it was crazy, screamed it was pure lunacy, yet there she stood, undeniably drawn not to Liam, not to Aidan, but to both. She looked up at one of the flickering lights above the single leather armchair then breathed deeply, trying to calm her raging pulse. Aidan stepped forward first and slowly placed his glass onto the side table then reached his hand out to her. Instinctively she jerked away, blinking in confusion then staring at the blank, smooth skin above his brow. No mole, definitely Aidan, she thought. “Why don’t you sit down?” He came forward, only a breath separating them. He licked his lips and took a deep breath, his chest rising with the motion. He was so close, in the quiet of the library, she could almost hear the faint beats of his heart, unsure if it was indeed his or hers. Her eyelids fluttered, and she focused on his mouth, his full, dark pink lips, then moved up to his lashes before finally settling on his eyes. Brooding, frightening eyes, scaring her not because she feared them but because of what they were doing to her. Sending her into an abyss of painful, expectant awareness of more to come. Yes, her body craved him—them, she could feel the wetness seep through her Gstring, and her nipples pushed against the fabric of her playsuit. But, there was something else, an answer in those eyes— Almost a reassurance. This was the man meant for her, the perfect yang to her yin. The way their bodies had melded together, their heartbeats almost in sync when they came, but mostly the way she felt when she was with him. Like the best version of herself, free yet safe. Then she reminded herself it wasn’t just a him. There were two of

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them, and she had felt exactly the same with both. How was it even possible if they were two different people? Alike in so many ways, but still two. A number she was still uncomfortable with. She nodded her head, unable to speak, her throat constricted almost painfully. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t. This situation was impossible. She found herself shaking her head, her dark hair swaying in front of her eyes. “I’m sorry. This was a mistake. I can’t do this. I have to go.” She said the words, but somehow she wasn’t sure if she had said it. Her voice sounded so out of place, tight with a sense of irrational drama, almost a squeal. “I just can’t.” She turned and walked toward the library door. Regardless of what they said, she couldn’t be a shared sex toy. There wasn’t a studio in the world that would understand, except maybe in Vegas’s porno industry, but still. She just couldn’t.

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Chapter 13 With one swift movement, Liam grabbed her wrist and turned her body into his and his mouth onto her lips. He kissed her softly, his tongue moist, warm, gentle, and soft. Gia twisted in shock. She moved her hands up and shoved him back, half stumbling herself. “No, this, I can’t,” she moaned. Liam held his hands out in front of him, palms facing her while she looked at them. “Gia, baby, calm down and I’ll explain.” “Don’t you understand? How would this possibly work?” She couldn’t bear to look at them, but couldn’t bear to look away. Her gaze moved again from one to the other. She was so confused, yet still equally entranced. They were still gorgeous, still a major turn-on. Fuck, what was wrong with her? She wasn’t sure she wanted to be the third in the ménage, yet here she was thinking about how hot they looked. How her heart seemed to melt at the thought and sight of them. Her body throbbed again, and she cursed its insatiable betrayal. She bit her lip, feeling the tautness around her mouth. She wanted to cry and scream and hurl something, anything. Instead, she let out a long breath and froze, frustrated, immovable, and resigned. She dropped her bag to the floor and stood with her arms dangling. Liam moved slowly forward. He kissed her gently on her cheek. Before she could react, Aidan stepped from behind her, then around, kissing her on her lips. With his lips still there, he breathed onto hers. The smell of Aramis, vodka, and mint swirled in her face. She wanted to react, but couldn’t—she was suspended somewhere between disbelief and excitement.

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Aidan moved slightly backward, and Liam cleared his throat. His voice was barely a whisper. “Gia, we are the same person. It’s something we can and never will change. We have the same taste in everything—clothes, cars, food, and of course women. We gave up on trying to find our own unique identities years ago. We realized it was never going to work. We’d always want what the other had. We feel each other’s emotions and desires on an intrinsic level, and they become our own. The twin bond. It’s real. There was no way either could be with you and not the other. You have to see it. The second I saw you, I wanted you. And the second I had you, I knew he was going to want you, too. It would have happened whether it was me or Aidan. We both knew you were the one. Please, try to understand.” Liam moved his hand to her cheek and caressed it. Without thinking, she tilted her head and rested her cheek on his hand. Aidan moved forward and kissed her gently on her lips, and still she stood frozen. He stopped to look at her before moving in again, this time entering her mouth with his tongue, gently caressing the inside. Aidan stopped the kiss and gazed into her eyes. “Gia, you are the most exquisite, appealing woman we have ever laid eyes on. Liam has been pretty much celibate for the past two years, but it’s only because I went away. I thought without each other we could find ourselves. I was wrong. We were lost without each other. When I saw you sleeping on the couch, I could feel everything he felt for you. We are one person, so it only makes sense we should have one person to complete us. Two would never do for us, but for you it can.” Liam watched while she stared into Aidan’s eyes. “It’s not just about sex, Gia. We can make this work, make it more meaningful. A bond of three.” Aidan’s voice was thick, syrupy. She tried to make sense of his words, hypnotized by the invisible swirling glow around them. Looking at them now, she could see it. It wasn’t just their physical appearance. They truly were one person. And strangely she knew, whether it was one or two, she was equally

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drawn to the singular bond between them. “What now?” she whispered. All anger had simmered into a slow fizzle. The vodka had helped, and her raw nerve endings slowly smoothed while the calm descended. Aidan held out his hand to her. She stared at it. It was more than just his hand. It was an invitation to join their world, to have two souls to her one. She knew if she took his hand there was no going back. It was now or not at all. Slowly, she raised her hand, and he grabbed it, squeezing it gently. A look of relief played in the embers of his eyes. Liam did the same, and she followed with her other hand, placing it into the warmth of his. She turned her head, looking from one to the other. She could hear the soft chorus of crickets somewhere in the distance. They both turned in unison, still holding her hands, with her in the middle. She numbly followed, realizing now what Wonderland must have felt like. They led her out of the library and up the stairs and into the familiar large master bedroom. It was the same room she was in earlier. The realization reminded her body of its pleasure, and it throbbed in giddy anticipation. Liam picked her up gently and placed her in the middle of the king-size bed. Aidan moved down on his knees and slowly pulled first her shoes off, then the playsuit down and off so she was naked. At first she felt nothing except the soft swish of fabric and the chill as her clothing was removed. Then it came, the wash of intense longing, not just for sex, but to be consumed body, heart, and soul by the two men who made her feel like a goddess. Her eyes were closed when her head hit the pillow. She moved her hands to her hair and shook her head slowly. She had truly entered the world of erotic romantic insanity. She opened her eyes again, slowly,

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and inhaled deeply when she caught both sets of eyes filled with hot and adoring longing. Aidan and Liam removed their jackets, shirts, pants, and underwear then took their places on each side of her on the bed. Staring at their naked and glorious bodies, she moaned in desire. Their ripped torsos extend into deep vees centered on the sides of the most perfect pair of hardened cocks she had ever seen. Aidan moved his hand to her nipple and pinched it softly until it hardened under his touch. He continued rubbing first one then the other nipple while kissing her gently, stroking her tongue with his. She melted into the sensations coursing through every inch of her body, and spread her legs. And she knew that she wanted to give herself to them completely. Liam moved his hand to her slit and with his thumb, gently massaged the folds. “Fuck, you’re so wet, baby.” He turned and moved his lips to her pussy, licking and sucking gently, lapping at her renewed waves of desire. She growled, her body shaking and yielding willingly to the rush of exquisite yearning, relishing the sensory assault. Unsure who was doing what, she didn’t care. She was being pleasured in ways she had never dreamed possible. She twisted against Aidan’s hungry mouth devouring hers, and she arched her back to his hard and willing hands caressing her nipple peaks. She rocked her soaked cunt ravenously against Liam’s soft and sensual mouth. Liam’s tongue pulled out and in. “I love eating your pussy,” he whispered. He nibbled gently on her pussy lips. He sucked on her clit and at the same time drove three fingers into her cunt. Her mind was bursting with wanting, crazy with it. All she could do was buck against every scorching touch of them. Quickly, Liam turned and replaced his fingers and mouth with his big, hard cock, moving softly, teasing her wanton body.

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Aidan’s hands were still on her nipples, and he moved his body upward, placing his hard dick to her lips. He gently slipped it in and fucked her mouth. “You’re so beautiful, Gia,” he whispered. She raised her hand to hold the base of Aidan’s hard cock and moved her mouth up and down his shaft, and smiled when she heard him growl with pleasure. Her world was spinning. Her body was screaming with exhilaration, and she didn’t want it to end. She couldn’t bear for it to end. Liam’s hands went to her thighs, and he pulled her legs across his waist. With her mouth still on Aidan’s dick, and Aidan’s hands on her breasts, Liam lunged his cock into her slippery pussy. She screamed with her mouth still around Aidan’s cock as the ripples of ecstasy washed away the rest of the world in a tidal wave of bliss. In this world it was just her, Liam, and Aidan. Sexy gods at her mercy, fucking the life out of her, fucking her to heights of raw passion she could barely comprehend. Aidan’s cock in her mouth and Liam’s in her pussy made her delirious, and she laughed in mad desire. Liam moved his hands to her waist and lifted her up. The momentary stop jolted her, and she pulled her mouth off Aidan’s cock. She relaxed when Liam sat up, moving his back to the bedrest. He pushed her legs on either side of him then lifted her up and lined her pussy with his cock. She screamed as he pulled her pussy sharply down onto his cock while thrusting up. She writhed in ecstasy as he impaled her and rocked on his hard dick, moaning breathlessly. “Oh baby, your pussy feels so good.” Liam hissed and moved his hands to her breasts. She turned and looked at Aidan, and she knew that she wanted both of them in every delicious way possible. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts again Liam’s chest, and pushed her ass out. She

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moved her hands to the mounds and pried it gently open while staring at Aidan. A glazed look of raw lust engulfed his face and he growled. He knelt on the bed, coming behind her, then moved his hands to her hips and his mouth to her ear. “You want me to fuck your hot ass, Gia?” She nodded with a moan, still grinding on Liam’s cock. She turned her face and found Liam’s mouth, sucking his tongue as she waited for Aidan to fuck her. Aidan slowly moved his finger to her ass, and slipped it in. She froze at the sudden movement. A part of her was terrified that it would hurt, but a bigger part of her wanted his cock in her ass more than life itself. She turned her face and Aidan moved his hand to her cheek, at the same time pushing another finger into her asshole. He pumped his fingers slowly, scissoring his fingers. She winced at the slight tinge of discomfort but quickly relaxed, feeling Liam’s cock fucking her faster at the same time. It was almost too much for her body to take, but she needed Aidan’s cock. “Now, Aidan,” she whispered and prayed it wouldn’t hurt. She’d never had anal before, but right now, she couldn’t bear to be with one brother and not the other. The thought of fucking them at the same time sent a thunderous, painful throb of desire through her core. “Oh fuck,” she whispered into Liam’s mouth, sucking and licking his tongue with rabid hunger. She arched her neck and pushed her breasts up to Liam’s mouth. Pausing his cock, Liam lowered his head and licked her nipples. Just then, she felt the tip of Aidan’s cock at her asshole and she held her breath. Aidan slid his cock in gently, pushing then pulling out, going deeper and deeper each time. She squealed at the unfamiliar pain deep in her ass, edging up to her lower back. “Do you want me to stop, Gia? I will if it hurts,” Aidan whispered, concerned.

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“No,” she moaned through the pain, and pushed her ass backwards to guide him in deeper. “Please. Don’t stop. I want you to fuck me, Aidan.” Aidan groaned and pushed deeper still. “Anything for you, baby, I’d do anything for you,” he whispered, pushing his cock in her ass. Liam slowly started thrusting again. To her relief, it somehow took the pain away until she could feel both Liam and Aidan inside of her. It felt like nothing she’d ever known before. “Holy shit,” she gasped. It was absolutely, fucking incredible. She could barely move with the sensations drumming through. Having two hot guys fucking her was the most intense sex imaginable. “Do you like being fucked in the ass, baby?” Liam whispered then lowered his head back to her nipples and sucked gently, still thrusting his cock up. But she couldn’t respond, simply nodding through the fiery rapture that consumed her. She moved her one hand to cup Liam’s face and the other up, snaking it around Aidan’s neck. “Oh your ass is so tight, Gia, shit.” Aidan bent his head and took her mouth to his, lapping at her tongue. Still thrusting into her ass, he held her hips. “Oh yes,” she moaned. “Fuck me. Liam. Aidan. Oh God, this feels—” But she couldn’t continue. Her body was hovering somewhere in heaven, her mind in absolute hell, knowing that she was going to come. She didn’t want to, she wanted it to last forever. These two beautiful men, who had rocked her to the core, taken her to dizzying heights she’d never known. She didn’t ever want them to stop. “Oh Gia, fuck you feel so good,” Aidan whispered. “Oh yes she does, her pussy, oh God her pussy—” Liam added. Then both began thrusting their juicy cocks so fast, so fast that she thought she’d die from the blazing ecstasy that she was drowning in. The room was a soft blur. Liam and Aidan were both vague gods before and behind her.

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Then she screamed. Screamed as her body convulsed, and she felt the slow jerk of Liam and Aidan’s big cocks in her body. Then the warmth of their cum, washing away every doubt she’d ever had. Every reservation she held about being with the two of them. Every insane thought that she could do without them. Her pussy tightened around Liam’s dick, milking every drop of his delicious dew. Her ass did the same to Aidan’s cock, and she gasped with a divinely painful mixture of bliss and relief when he withdrew. Panting, she collapsed onto Liam’s rock-hard abs while he held her, then onto her side with her head still on Liam’s chest. Aidan moved behind her, folding his arms around her and cupping his hand over hers. She sighed with the deepest sense of lovesick satisfaction she had never known. The soft king-size bed was everything like heaven with two gods at her sides. Finally, she yawned when the tendrils of sleep pulled her under. The bed was perfect. She smiled. The perfect size for three.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR Dede Craig is happily married to her personal hot hero and has two sons. She loves reading, writing, and has an Apple fetish. You’ll find her most days in front of her laptop working or writing, with a strong black coffee. She loves to hear from her readers so please feel free to visit her website and e-mail her directly. Please visit Dede at www.dedecraig.com or BookStrand: www.bookstrand.com/dedecraig

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