She huffs in frustration, and I still my hand.
Cassie screws her face up tight and closes her eyes. “Alien romance. I want to write alien romance.”
“Good girl.” I thrust my finger into her. She cries out as I impale her on my hand. She leans forward, gripping my shoulders.
“Good girl, Cassie. You’re a good girl,” I whisper in her ear.
She moans and turns her face toward mine. My lips find hers, and I kiss her hard. My fingers slide deeper and I let her lose herself, kissing and stroking and thrusting until she comes undone on the palm of my hand.
Her cries echo around the dark garden and are carried over the vineyard. She stills on my hand, and her eyes flicker open.
“I’ve never done that before,” she whispers.
“You’ve never come?”
She shakes her head. “I’ve come loads of times.”
Jealousy flares in my chest, instant and harsh. My body tenses. I can’t bear the thought of Cassie with another man.
“By myself,” she adds shyly.
The jealousy abates. “You’ve never been with a man?”
She shakes her head. “I’m a virgin.” She looks down. “But I think I’d like to…” She trails off.
“What Cassie?” I growl. “Say what you want.”
“I’d like you to be the one, to, you know…take my virginity.”
I growl, and my lips clash into hers. My hand moves against her pussy. I’ll take her virginity, but that’s not all I want. I want Cassie’s heart, and until she belongs to me, I won’t claim her that way.
But I will give her one hell of a fake date to remember.
My hand moves slowly, and it doesn’t take long to bring her to another orgasm. Then another.
It’s only after she collapses against me, exhausted, that I release her.
There’s a bench on the other side of the wall, and we sit for a while and she leans against me.
“You won’t tell anyone, will you?”
“About this? Hell no. This is between you and me.”
“I mean about the alien romance.”
I turn to her. “I’ll make you a deal. I won’t tell anyone as long as you start writing your first book.”
Her eyes widen. “No. I couldn’t. It’s a stupid idea. I don’t know where to begin…”
I raise my eyebrows and wait.
She chews her bottom lip. “I mean, I’ve got ideas. I’ve scribbled notes and some bits of scenes. But I don’t know how to write a book, and then how do you get it published?”
I bring a finger to her lips.
“Just start at the beginning and write your story. If you want to publish it, we’ll figure that out, but write the book you want to write, Cassie.”
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