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(in case I needed a quick escape).
“Go on…” I said warily.
Connie made a face like she was trying to find the right words. She pouted, sighed, looked away… and then turned her head back and stared into my eyes. They were glistening.
“If I had sex with you, would you do me a favor?”
“No.”
She frowned. “No?”
“No,” I said again. I got to my feet and sighed. “Connie, if you need a favor then ask. I’ll do it – and you don’t have to sleep with me.”
“But you don’t know what the favor is,” she protested. “And you told me that this industry was a network of favors and payback.”
I shrugged. “I don’t care. If I can help you, I will.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
“And you wouldn’t want me to pay you back? You wouldn’t hold it over my head like a debt owed?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I like you.”
She smiled, and then her eyes misted up and her lip began to tremble. She sniffed, then said softly, “That makes me want to sleep with you.”
I shook my head. “What does?”
“The fact that you would do me a favor after the way I have been since I first met you.”
“You’re a total contradiction,” I agreed pointedly. “Everything you have said from the moment we met has been anti-porn… and now you’re talking about having sex with me.”
She nodded, and then shook her head in exactly the kind of contradiction that had been the source of my frustration. “I have been anti-porn,” she admitted. “But I don’t hate you.”
“Well you could have fooled me.”
She huffed wryly. “I tried to fool myself,” she said softly. “But what I have been saying about… your work… isn’t what I have been thinking and feeling…”
“Meaning?”
She shrugged her shoulders, like it should be obvious. “Meaning that despite my best efforts to hate you, I actually like you,” she said. “You’re a good man – not the kind of man I expected you to be.”
I said nothing.
Connie began pacing the floor, making small gestures with her hands and frowning as though she was holding a conversation with herself. Finally she took a deep shuddering breath and gave me a smile that made her lips tremble. She was nervous.
“I would very much like to have sex with you,” she said in a gush of breath.
I stared at her for long considering seconds. “You don’t mean that.”
She nodded. “I do, actually,” she said. “But not because you’re some famous porn star – I’m certainly not a giddy groupie,” she smiled thinly. “I want to sleep with you because I like you, because I’ll probably never see you again, and because beneath the brash abrasive exterior I think you’re a kind and considerate man.”
I shook my head slowly. “Connie, don’t do this because you want to ask me a favor. I have already told you that I will do what I can to help you. You don’t have to sleep with me – this shouldn’t be about some kind of payback.”
“It isn’t,” Connie said. She came a couple of steps closer. She was shaking like a leaf. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. Her bottom lip quivered. She gazed into my eyes. “I want this,” she said.
I took her hand, and there was a spark of something electric in her touch. “If we do this,” I said seriously, “we do it simply because you want to and I want to – with no strings attached. But regardless, I will do the favor that you ask of me. Just tell me what it is.”
Connie shook her head. “Later,” she said softly and then she raised herself onto tiptoes and brushed her lips across mine. I stood like a statue. Connie leaned back and searched my eyes. There was a hectic flush of color on her cheeks and her breathing was sharp and unsteady. She kissed me again and her mouth moved sensually over mine as I felt the warmth of her body press against me. I felt the moist flicker of her tongue and my lips parted as the kiss filled with passion and then hunger. Connie moaned – the sound coming from somewhere deep in her chest and I felt the vibration of it like little ripples of lust as her arms entwined around my neck.
I deepened the kiss. My hands went around Connie’s waist and she arched her back, submitting to the force of me. I could smell the lingering scent of her perfume and the womanly muskiness of her body. I could feel the tremors of her apprehension.
I broke the kiss. Connie was panting, each breath moving her breasts below the silk of her blouse.
“Are you sure?” I asked one last time. “Connie, we don’t have to do this.”
“I’m sure,” her eyes sparkled and there was something definite in the tone of those two words.
I took Connie’s hand and we drifted into the bedroom.
Chapter 25.
The drapes were pulled tight across the big windows, muting the light in the room and blocking out the glare of sunshine. The room was warm, the bed still dented with the impressions of our bodies and where we had slept. I turned to Connie at the foot of the bed and held her at arms length.
“You can say no right now and I will understand completely,” I said. “I won’t hate you for leading me on, and we can walk back out of this bedroom as friends, right now, if that’s what you want.”
Connie lunged for me impulsively, bringing her body within the circle of my arms and capturing my face in the palms of her hands. She pulled my lips down to hers and kissed me fiercely.
“You talk too much,” she breathed. Her breath was warm and soft. She kissed me again and my arms seemed to act without command, wrapping themselves around her tiny waist and crushing her pelvis against the hardness that was swelling in my jeans. Connie’s hands played down the length of my spine, pricking me with her nails, goading my flesh and setting me on fire.
My hands roamed over the firmness of her bottom, gliding over the leather of her skirt and reaching down towards the hem. Connie rocked her body against mine in a rhythm that became an erotic grinding dance. She undulated, so that one moment I felt the firm jutting press of her breasts and then the next the push of her hips and thighs.
My fingers tickled the hem of her skirt and then tugged at it. I bunched the fabric high up on her thigh and then reached down for the cleft of heat between her legs, skimming the palm of my hand over the satin of her panties.
Connie groaned a throaty murmur of encouragement as my fingers brushed across the molten dampness of her sex.
She plucked at the buttons of my shirt, peeling it off my shoulders and then rubbing the palms of her hands across the contours of my chest muscles and digging her thumbs into the taut flesh of my shoulders. Her touch was like fire, igniting fresh sparks of electric desire that I felt as a fierce and sudden clench like a gripping fist in my loins. Connie cooed. “Hmmm,” she gasped seductively. “You’re hard.”
“Very,” I grunted. I stretched out my fingers until I could press the fabric of her panties into the folds of her pussy. “I want you.”
Connie’s hands travelled over the broad of my chest and down over my torso as if her fingertips were reading the rippled contours of my body like brail. She unfastened the button on my jeans and tugged the zipper down. My pants gaped open and she reached inside with both hands and cupped the hard heat of my erection.
“Fuck,” she whispered softly, as if to herself.
I sucked in a hiss of breath, the feel of her grip making me pulse and leap to life. There was a sudden scared and uncertain flicker across Connie’s eyes. “It’s so big,” she breathed. “I… I…”
I covered her mouth with a kiss, stifling the words on her lips and the clench of sudden tension in Connie’s body dissolved. The energy transferring to smoldering heat. She swayed in my arms and shuffled her feet apart. I hooked my thumb into the elastic waistband of her panties and drew them down her thighs. We were locked together, kisses burning on our lips. I felt Connie’s hands free me from my je
