Part 54 (1/2)

She kissed him sweetly at first, then deeper, longer, as he pulled her into his arms and ran his hands over and across all that soft, bare skin.

”Help me get out of my clothes,” he said.

In truth, she was more of a hindrance than a helpa”she couldn't quite get his belt to unbuckle. But it was fun to let her try.

And finally he was naked, too.

She was sitting on the floor, having just pulled off his sneakers and socks, and she smiled up at him, waiting for his next command.

Yeah, she was definitely getting into this.

”I think we better have a condom on hand,” he told her. ”Can you get one?”

”Just one?” she asked, on her way into the bathroom.

He laughed. ”We've got only an hour.”

”Forty-eight minutes now,” she called back to him.

Yikes. He had to speed this up.

”Hurry,” he said.

She did, which was incredible to watch.

”On the bed,” he said.

She climbed onto the bed, and knelt there, looking at him questioningly. G.o.d, she was s.e.xy.

”Time for you to say one of your lines,” he said. ”Okay?”

”Yes,” she said. She held out her arms to him. ”Yes.”

”Okay,” Muldoon admitted. ”I lied a little bit about the lines. There's more to them than just yes. I want you to ask me, well...” He laughed. ”To go down on you. You can say it however you want.”

”But aren't I supposed to...”

”My script doesn't say, 'And then she argued,' ” he countered.

She laughed as she shrugged. ”Okay. I mean, if that's really what you want. I think I'm getting the better end of the deal, but it's your fantasy.”

”Yes,” he said. ”It is.”

She lay back on the bed, blus.h.i.+ng slightly. ”I don't know exactly what you want me to say... How about... Kiss me, baby, where the sun don't s.h.i.+ne. I need you to kiss me. I'm dying for you to kiss me.” She extended one foot toward him, let her other leg fall open. Oh, yeah. ”Starting with my instep and then my ankle and so on and so on and just keep heading north until I tell you to stop.”

”Perfect,” he said, doing just that.

”Stop,” she said. ”I mean, don't stop...”

Oh, yeah.

She was soft, she was sweet, and he was setting her on fire.

”Please,” she moaned. ”Oh, please!”

It was close enough to what he'd wanted her to say next, without any prompting at all. He covered himself with the condom, and buried himself deeply inside of her.

Joan made a sound that was identical to the way he was feeling. Somehow she opened her eyes and looked up at him, obviously struggling to keep this about him and what he wanted. ”Do you want me to get on top?”

”No.” He wanted to be in control. He wanted to be face-to-face with her, to look into her eyes. He moved slowly, setting a rhythm that made her eyelids close halfway.

”Mmmm,” she said.

”You have another line,” he said.

Her eyes opened a little wider. ”Now?”

”Yeah. You say, 'Let's do it. Let's make this long-distance thing work.' ”

She closed her eyes. ”Oh, G.o.d, Mike...”

”Come on. It's my fantasy. My script. You promised you'd make it good for me.”

”Okay,” she said. ”All right. I'll try. I'm willing to try to make this work.”

”That's not the line. It's 'Let's do it,' ” he repeated.” 'Let's make this long-distance thing work.' If you want something done, you do it,” he reminded her. ”You don't try.”

”Let's do it,” she gasped. ”This is not fair. This is coercion ... Let's make this long-distance thing work!”

He kissed her. ”Thank you.”

”That's it,” she said. ”There're no more lines except for the part where I scream yes, right?”

”Actually, there are a few more, but we can do it pretty quickly. You say, 'I understand that our age difference is inconsequential, that it doesn't matter to you, and it doesn't matter to me, either. Seven years is nothing in the grand scheme of things.'”

”Mike...”

”You promised.”

Joan groaned and closed her eyes. ”Seven years is nothing in the grand scheme of things and if you don't f.u.c.k me harder, I'm going to die.”

”Close enough.” He did as she asked. ”Better?”

”Uhhhh,” she said. ”Oh, G.o.d!”

”My turn for a line.” It was getting harder for him to think, let alone talk. ”I say,. 'If you're worried about what people will think when they see us together, don't be. You say, 'Why not?' ”