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Now that he’s feeling better, Austin goes back to work. When he gets home, his friends and neighbors surprise him with a party. During the evening, Dwight gets a call from billionaire Ian Yarrow, who wants to back The Magician’s Fund and take it nationwide. It’s great news for Austin.

The party wound down by eight because more than one person had an early wake up call. Ellen fussed over Austin, until Jerry insisted that they leave him alone. Eventually, everyone left. Austin smiled at Liat.

“You tired?” she asked.

“Not at all. You?”

“Nope.”

“Splendid.” He pulled out his phone, sending a quick text to Dwight.

His phone dinged and he chuckled.

“What did you say?” She snatched his phone.

Austin had texted, Beam me up, Scotty.

Dwight sent back. Energize.

Taking his phone, she dropped it on the coffee table and led Austin to his room. Once there, she backed him up until he was sitting on the bed, and straddled his lap.

“I really wanted to ride you like Seabiscuit,” she confessed. “But I thought that might be harder on your back. You have a choice.”

Austin waited as Liat took off her shirt.

“Missionary Style.” She carefully took his shirt off. “Like this.” She wiggled her hips against his. “Or Doggie Style.” His pants and hers followed.

Austin unhooked her bra, burying his face in her cleavage. After a moment, he resurfaced. “So many choices,” he said, stroking her soft skin. “I’ll take all three, please. With a smattering of Reverse Cowgirl. And a side order of conalingus to add spice.”

“Are you feeling up to that?”

“I don’t know. Am I?” He wiggled his hips, pressing his erection against her.

“I’m not going to injure you with sex,” she declared. “So you get one choice main dish with a side order.”

“Don’t suppose I could talk you into fellatio?”

He looked so hopeful, she had to laugh.

“We’ll see. I make no promises.”

“Just don’t bite,” he cautioned. His hands traveled over her body. He kissed and licked her, taking his time to get her excited.

“You never said which you wanted,” she said as they got in bed.

Austin’s green eyes glittered mischievously and he barked. Liat kneeled on the bed, but Austin pulled her to him.

“All in good time,” he said.

His kiss lit her insides on fire. Liat could only gasp and moan as his mouth and hands worked her body. He nudged her knees apart, centering himself before dropping his head. His tongue flickered inside her and she groaned with pleasure. He continued licking and sucking her until she was nearly wild with desire. When he was sure she was nearly ready to cum, he positioned her with her hands on the headboard. He pulled her ass to him, teasing her soft, pink folds with his tongue and fingers.

He lunged into her, making her gasp and go weak in the knees. He put her hands on the headboard once more, holding them as he pumped against her. She tried to decode the sensations filling her, but it all felt too good. He thrust into her more rapidly, his hands and mouth busily working her body toward climax.

One hand dropped between her legs, teasing her clit as he thrust from behind. The other steadied her hips against his as he moved more quickly. He plunged deeply, stroking from front and back, sending her skyrocketing. Liat gave herself over to passion, leaving logic behind. Austin drove into her harder and faster. Holding her hips with both hands, he changed position, bending her over onto her hands and knees.

“Do you feel it?” he gasped. “Are you coming?”

“Any—second—” she panted. “Oh, Austin! Yes!” She screamed, thrusting her ass up at him.

“Liat! Oh, God!” he rasped.

She bent over more, exposing herself completely. He felt hot and thick inside her. “Yes,” he bellowed. “Yes! Right there!” He stopped moving, his hips forward, pressing hard at a spot inside her. It triggered her orgasm, spinning her into orbit. He continued thrusting until he joined her. Liat came again when he hit his climax.

Laughing and gasping, they collapsed on the bed. Austin got up and stumbled to the bathroom to get rid of the condom.

“Oh, shit,” he said from the bathroom. “We certainly enjoyed ourselves,” he said as he came out again. “Sorry, love. We shredded the condom.”

“Really?” she laughed. “I’m on good birth control.”

His hand smoothed her belly, planting a kiss on her navel. “Even if you weren’t, would it be a bad thing? Having my child?”

“Not at all. It would be lovely. A little magical baby with big brown eyes.”

“And great hair. I’ve got great hair.” To prove it, he tossed his head, flipping his bangs out of his face. “You’re simply smashing,” he said softly.

“So are you. I was completely wrong about you,” she admitted. “You’re none of those things I said.”

“Except for the hair.”

“Yes, except for the hair.”

“I’m so glad you tried out for the show.” He kissed her throat. “I was ready for a change.”

“Me too. I took a chance and I’m so glad I did. It was the best decision I ever made.”

“You need to make another one,” he said in a matter of fact tone.

His kiss stopped conversation for a few minutes.

“Decision?” she replied, as if there hadn’t been a ten minute gap.

“Yes. It’s tricky. You might need my help deciding.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“Yes. You have your choice. Missionary Style.” He licked one breast. “Doggie Style.” He licked the other. “Or Reverse Cowgirl.”

They kissed a few more minutes and his hands found all kinds of soft, cuddly things to play with. Her hand dropped between them, cupping him gently.

“You haven’t told me what you want yet.”

“We’ll go for Reverse Cowgirl,” she decided.

“Excellent. I’ve never tried it before, but I’m always up for something new.”

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Despite his injuries, Austin bounces back!

Austin recovered quickly. His doctor gave him a clean bill of health within a week. The bruising was almost completely gone and the cuts were healing nicely. He went back to work the following Monday.

When he walked in, everyone clapped and cheered. Dexter and Naomi had a plate of scones, fresh butter and a pot of tea. Liat carried a plate of pineapple and a bowl of melted chocolate on a tray, setting it in front of him. He laughed when he saw it, and fed her a piece. She took the hint and fed him one. Anyone who didn’t already know they’d consummated their relationship, knew it when he kissed her.

“We’re taking the leftovers home,” he mumbled against her lips.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

The day went well. Sandy insisted on using a stunt double and, for once, Austin didn’t object. He was in pain by quitting time, but Dwight had his pills and gave him one before he headed home. Liat drove back to his apartment and parked in a place near the elevator.

“They gave me a special spot since you haven’t a car. Seems the management likes you.”

“That’s because I’m handsome, outrageously famous and I’ve got great hair,” he said with a toss of his head.

“Will you ever let me forget that?” she pleaded.

“Maybe, when you’re old and gray and all my hair falls out.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Tired. I’d like a short nap, but then I want—entertainment.” He kissed her, his hand sliding up her thigh.

She helped him out of the car. They kissed as the elevator rose to his floor. When the door opened, they were surprised to see his neighbors clustered around. Glad he hadn’t been doing something naughty, Austin took Liat’s hand and stepped off the elevator.

“I know you’re tired,” Liat said. “But they so wanted to have a bit of a party now that you’re well. Do you forgive us?”

He chuckled. “Always. What’s for dinner? I’m starving!”

“We’re having a cookout on the roof,” Jerry announced. “So go get changed and come up. When’s the last time you had a pain pill?”

“Half hour ago.”

“Then you’re not drinking,” Ellen said.

“Yes, Nurse,” he said, inclining his head.

He and Liat got changed and went upstairs. All his neighbors were there, along with other people he knew in the building. Owen and his staff had fixed a dozen side dishes and half a dozen desserts. He and Jerry were grilling spare ribs and arguing, good naturedly, over the sauce.

Dwight came upstairs, fairly bouncing with excitement. “Just got a call from God. He said that Irving’s in jail on charges of breaking and entering, vandalism, attempted arson and assault. He won’t get out for some time. His defamation charges have been dropped, of course. He couldn’t prove a thing anyway. And—” He paused dramatically. “The founding fathers want a chat with you about The Magician’s Fund. It seems you’ve come to the attention of the big man himself.”

“Someone bigger than God?”

“God controls network TV and dabbles in radio. I’m talking about the man who owns half the city.”

“Not Ian Yarrow?” Liat gasped.

“Himself! Gorgeous man!” He rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. “How sad it is that he’s straight. Ah well, one can dream!”

“Why do they want to talk to me?”

“They want to see if you’ll allow it to go nationwide. With Ian backing you, it could go international too.”

“Is he rich, or something?” Austin asked.

Dwight gave him a withering look. “You really need to get out more, ducky. He’s got something like a billion dollars.”

“Maybe in his back pocket,” Liat commented dryly. “Ian’s got more money than God. In this case, I mean Almighty, not Daddy. He’s a wonderful man.”

“Great. Just tell me where to go. If it helps the kids, that’s all that’s important.”

“Splendid. I’ll text you details.”

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Assured that Austin is all right, the cast and crew leave the hospital.

Only Dwight and Liat stayed after talking to the doctor. Austin was released and wheeled out to Dwight’s car by an orderly. Liat climbed in back and Dwight scooted the front seat all the way back. Austin got in, leaning against the seat gingerly. The nurse handed him his pain pills and the orderly closed the door as Dwight went to the driver’s side. He drove slowly and carefully home, heading to the underground garage. As they passed the front of the building, they were surprised to see cameras and reporters outside.

“The vultures descend,” Dwight said through gritted teeth. “Can’t they leave him alone?”

“It’s the price of fame,” Liat said.

“Then I wish I weren’t bloody famous,” Austin said. “But I like my job and I can do great things for people, so I guess I’ll learn to put up with it.”

Two of their neighbors met them at the elevator. Dwight had sent a text to Jerry and his wife, Ellen. She worked as a registered nurse and he had experience as an orderly. They had a wheelchair they’d borrowed from their elderly neighbors, and they wouldn’t let Austin walk the length of the hall to his apartment. They got him settled in bed and Dwight went over the instructions with Ellen. Jerry chatted with Liat.

“So, you’re the woman who’s been making him smile, huh? Austin’s a good guy.”

“He’s the best,” Liat agreed. Her voice cracked and she started to cry.

Jerry took her in his arms, rocking her back and forth. “Let it out, sugar. He’s fine. Minor bumps and cuts. Nothing serious.”

“I know. I know.”

Ellen came over, smiling. “He’s asking for you. Don’t let him misbehave,” she tried to scold, but failed.

“Babe, he’s got so much bug juice in him, he’s barely gonna rock a piss by himself,” Jerry said.

“Dwight will go over the schedule with you. Here’s my number. Call any time if you need me,” Ellen said.

She and Jerry left, taking the wheelchair with them. Liat went to the bedroom. Dwight sat on a chair near the bed, talking quietly. He stood when Liat entered, giving her the chair.

“I’ve got a schedule. I assume you want to stay?”

“Of course. I don’t suppose you’ve got a toothbrush?”

“Austin’s got one. He always keeps a spare. He’s got some pajama shirts he never wears. You can use one to sleep in. Ellen will be by at nine to check on him. I’ll take you to get your car and pack a bag if you want to stay a few days.”

“May I hire you to run my life too?” She giggled, giving him a hug.

“Pain pills are on the night stand and he can have one in four hours, if he wants. If you need me, call.”

“We’ll be fine. Thank you, Dwight.” She kissed his cheeks, holding his face in her hands. “He’s all right. No worrying allowed.”

“Hey,” Austin groaned from the bed. “Stop kissing my girlfriend.” He chuckled hoarsely, groaning when it pulled on his throat.

“Go to sleep, gimp. I’ll see you in the morning. I gave Ellen a key, she can let herself in. I’ll bring coffee. Our grocery order came in and was delivered to my place.”

“Thank you.”

Dwight finally, reluctantly, went out.

Liat got ready for bed and slid in next to Austin. He lay on his stomach, his head facing the door, but he turned his head when she lay beside him.

“Damn, I’ve just made love to the most beautiful woman in the world, and now, I can’t do anything more. You could put 1.21 gigawatts through me and I still couldn’t get it up.”

Liat kissed him. “Give it a day or two, you’ll feel better. And as soon as you’re off the injured list, we’ll make up for lost time.”

“Goody. Because it was yummy and I like yummy.”

She giggled, brushing his hair out of his face. “I like yummy too. And yes, it was.”

“Only thing that would make it better—pineapple and chocolate sauce.”

“That’s because pineapple and chocolate sauce make everything better.”

“Kiss me before I fall unconscious.”

She did as he asked. His eyes drooped shut and she knew he was asleep.

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The confrontation with Irving is, fortunately, short lived and not as serious as it might have been. Austin does ride to the hospital in the ambulance, due to the injuries he sustained from the shattered sign. Liat gets a ride with Irma the gate guard.

Irma drove off and Liat wandered into the emergency room. Dwight was there already, pacing in the cramped space. He rushed to Liat’s side when he saw her.

“I saw him, he’s fine. Some glass splinters and bruising on his throat.”

“His throat? Why?”

“Bastard tried to choke him with the golf club.”

“What a wretch!”

“Are you Liat?” the nurse asked from the doorway.

“Yes. I am.”

“He’s asking for you. We don’t usually let anyone but family back, but he’s insisting. Seeing it’s Austin, Doc said it was okay.”

“Thanks, awfully!” She followed the nurse back. “Is it because he’s famous?” Liat asked her.

“We saw the interview with Liz,” she replied. “Anyone who does that for strangers deserves special privileges.” She smiled and opened a door to a treatment room.

Austin lay on his belly, his back exposed. He was peppered with bits of glass and debris, his throat mottled red, blue and purple. He smiled feebly.

“They have me all pumped up on something really lovely,” he mumbled. “Feel all floaty.” He wiggled his fingers, flapping his hands at the wrist as if he were flying.

She sat next to him, taking his hand. She kissed him gently. “That was very brave. Not very smart, but very brave.”

He chuckled. “Next time, I’ll call the stunt double.”

“Thank you for protecting me,” she whispered. “And thank you for a delicious time earlier. I hope we can continue that soon.”

“Me too. Was—luscious.” His eyes drifted closed and he snored slightly with his face pressed against the table.

A white clad doctor and a nurse in pink scrubs, walked in.

“I’m Doctor Dickens,” the young woman said, extending her hand. “I’m a big fan. My colleague got stuck with the fat guy.” She smirked. “We flipped a coin.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Liat Vogel, the newest companion—and his girlfriend.”

“You lucky girl!”

“I like to think so. I’ll get out of your way.”

“I’ll let you know when we’re done. Don’t worry. The cuts are superficial and the bruises and swelling will go down in a few days. It could have been much worse.”

Liat kissed Austin once more before leaving. He didn’t stir, but she hadn’t expected him to. Dwight stood when she came out. She was surprised to see a room full of people. Many of the cast and crew members were there, anxiously waiting.

“He’s fine,” she announced. “Minor cuts and some bruising. He’ll be all better soon.” She burst into tears.

Dwight embraced her, holding her close. The cast and crew people hugged one another. A couple of the other assistants went to the cafeteria for coffee and cookies. They brought them back, distributing them. They waited, chatting quietly, for about half an hour. When the door opened and Doctor Dickens walked out, they stood.

She smiled. “He’s doing great. He’ll be groggy for awhile. The pain medication worked better than I anticipated. He’ll be sore for a few days,” she told Liat. “And he shouldn’t exert for about a week. The throat is fine, but he should follow up with his own doctor in the next day or two. Any questions?”

Liat had millions, but wasn’t sure what to ask first. Dwight stepped forward, introducing himself. He asked several questions, clarifying instructions and took all the paperwork.

“I can sign him out,” he told the nurse. “I’ve got his medical power of attorney.”

Liat raised an eyebrow.

“We did it as a precaution,” he told her without her asking. “Since he has no family, he asked me if I’d act as his next of kin.”

“You take such good care of him.”

Dwight held her close. “He says that his job saved him, well mine saved me too. I was in a dark place when he hired me. His friendship has been the biggest blessing I ever had.”

Liat nodded, her cheek pressed against his chest. She could hear his heart beating and it was comforting having his strong arms around her.

Sandy approached, speaking softly. “I know he’s going to ask, so please assure him that this isn’t going to be a problem for the show. We have enough footage for several episodes, so he can take time off with no worries.”

“Thanks, Sandy.” Liat hugged the director.

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After a lovely time together, Liat and Austin are relaxing when they hear noises outside. Foolishly, perhaps, Austin goes to investigate and finds Irving breaking into the sound stage. Armed only with a cellphone and a nine iron, he confronts the former director.

Irving turned. Austin pressed the button, eyes averted. He shone the light in Irving’s eyes. With a scream, the man rushed him. My some magic, Austin clicked the strobe, illuminating the room in flashing, blue-white light. Irving tried to tackle him, but he dodged. Swinging with his nine iron, he connected with Irving’s flabby middle. Austin wasn’t prepared for Irving to grab the golf club and yank it away, which he did on the second swing.

One meaty fist wrapped around Austin’s wrist. Irving grappled Austin, trying to choke him by using the golf club across his throat. Dropping to a crouch, Austin used Irving’s weight against him. He ducked under the club, grabbing it in both hands. He tugged, knocking the other man off balance. Irving fell awkwardly, cracking his head on the table. Items scattered with a clatter.

“Hands up!” Someone yelled from a few yards away. “Don’t move.”

“I’m Austin Templeton,” he said calmly. “My girlfriend called you. This bloke was trying to set the place on fire.” He nudged Irving with his toe.

“Stand down,” a loud female voice said. The woman from the front gate walked into view. “Hi, Austin. You okay?”

“I think? Hello.” He staggered, but she caught him in a surprisingly strong grip.

“You’re bleeding all down your back. Hold still.” She got on her radio and called someone.

Other security officers moved forward. They found Irving in the dark by the desk. He was bleeding heavily from a head wound. The shaft of the nine iron was bent, still gripped in his hand.

Moments later, an ambulance arrived. Austin wandered out, helped by the female guard. She was amazingly strong, or maybe he was just weak. They loaded up Irving, who was still unconscious.

Liat ran over. “Are you all right? You’re bleeding!”

“You ride along, buddy,” the EMT said to Austin. “Only got one truck, but we can take you both.”

“I’ll follow,” Liat said. “I’ll see you there.”

“Call Dwight.”

“I will.”

The doors to the ambulance slammed shut and she watched it drive away. The female security officer came over with a woman police detective.

“Are you all right, Miss Fogleberg?” the guard asked.

“I’m a little shaken up. But I’m not hurt. Is Austin okay?”

“Looks like he took some glass from the sign. Mind if I ask what you were doing here tonight? He doesn’t usually stay over without telling us.”

They took seats in the outdoor smoking area. Someone put a blanket around Liat’s shoulders.

“We hadn’t intended to stay. We—got carried away.”

Both women smiled, nodding. They’d had their share of getting carried away.

“We heard banging and Austin went out to see what was wrong. I called security.”

“Why didn’t he wait for us?”

“I don’t know. I suspect he was trying to keep me safe. Can you imagine what would have happened if Irving had successfully blown up the sound stage? I doubt we’d be sitting here right now. May I go to the hospital? I’m worried about Austin and he’ll be asking after me.”

“Sure,” the police detective said.

“I’ll take her,” the security guard volunteered. “Can we call anyone for you?”

“I’ll call,” Liat said. “I need to tell his friend and call my parents.” She pulled out her phone and dialed Dwight’s number.

“You’re on the news!” he screeched. “Is he all right? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine. He’s headed to St. Mary’s. I’m following. Irma, from the front gate, is taking me.”

“I’m on my way. See you there.”

“Be safe. I don’t want you injured too.”

“I’m fine, baby. No worries. See you soon.”

The call to her parents was more difficult. They were so worried about her, they barely listened to details. They decided against going to the hospital, but told her to call if they were needed.

Irma turned in at the emergency room door, dropping Liat off. “You’ll be okay from here?”

“Yes, I can get a ride. Thank you so much!”

“Call me when you know something.” She handed Liat a card with her name and number.

“I will. Thanks.”

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Having accomplished their burning task of making love for the first time, Austin and Liat enjoy the afterglow.

“The question burning in everyone’s mind is—was it as good for me as it was for you?” she teased.

“I certainly hope so, or I’m completely useless.” He kissed her deeply. “Do I pass muster?”

“Oh, yes. I think you’re acceptable,” she said, trying to sound clinical and professional.

“Good. Hate to think I’d fallen down on the job.” He kissed her again, his hands fondling all the soft curves of her body. “Does this mean I can call you my girlfriend now?”

“Would you like to?”

“Very much, yes.”

“If it will make you happy, I suppose so.”

“Blissfully.”

“You really mean that, don’t you.”

“I do. I like the idea of having you for my girlfriend. You’re smart and funny—and we’re genetically compatible, which I do find is necessary for a good relationship.”

“Yes, surely you’ve had enough of alien vaginas.”

“Surely, I have.” His fingers drifted down, teasing her legs apart. “But not of yours,” he admitted with a grin. His lips made the same journey. He licked and nibbled from her mouth, down. Nudging her thighs apart, he licked her.

Liat moaned, writhing in the bed. With a grin, he continued.

Something banged against the trailer. Austin sat up, puzzled and angry. He thought at first it might be Dwight, but there was no reason for him to be here. Then, he thought it might be night security, but they had never cared if he spent the night in his trailer before. Another thud made the trailer shiver. He realized it wasn’t someone hitting his trailer, it was coming from the sound stage.

“Call security,” he said, grabbing his Sponge Bob boxers and jeans. He found a shirt and shoes.

Liat fumbled with the phone, doing her best to dial the number. Austin took his cell with him and picked up a nine iron from a set of golf clubs he rarely used. He hopped lightly on the pavement, walking toward the sound. In his mind, he knew this was foolish, but something potentially threatened Liat. He wasn’t worried about himself. He’d survived years on the street. He wasn’t afraid of much and knew he could defend himself.

The banging noise continued several more times, along with a string of loud expletives. Whoever it was didn’t care that they might be overheard. Though, if Austin and Liat hadn’t been in his trailer, he probably wouldn’t have been.

A car engine revved, followed by a squeal of tires. An almighty crash echoed through the night. The walls of the sound stage shuddered. Austin dodged The Magician logo as it fell, crashing to the pavement a few feet away, in a shower of glass and shattered plastic. He turned away, shielding his face. He felt the glass sting his back. That didn’t stop him. He dashed into the building behind the intruder.

Liat rushed to the door, wanting to scream when she saw the sign fall. She kept still, knowing that Austin’s safety depended on her silence. Whoever it was didn’t know they were there. She’d made sure to tell security to approach silently. She could see Austin outlined by the streetlights that dotted the studio compound. He disappeared around the corner of the building, golf club raised.

A black SUV trimmed in gold, with sparkling spinners, sat in the wreckage of what had been the garage door they used to move big set pieces in and out. Torn metal and battered lights hung from the wall and ceiling. Electricity crackled and popped. Wishing he knew where the breaker box was, Austin moved quietly, circling the SUV to come up on the passenger side. He jumped forward, opening the door, but the vehicle was empty. The airbags had deployed, cracking the windshield. Smoke filled the interior.

Austin backed away. He heard more cursing. A deep male voice bellowed from the far side of the building, where the special effects equipment was kept. Tracking the sound, Austin crept across the floor, skirting set pieces and furniture.

“Aha! Bastard!”

Irving. Why am I not surprised?

Easing closer, Austin tried to see what the former director was doing. He had a hammer and was going after the lock on the explosives cabinet. The special effects director was particular that everything was locked up tightly every night. Very little was kept on the sound stage itself, but there were enough explosives there to start a sizable fire. He knew there were likely to be other volatile substances around. In a self-contained little world like this, any manner of chemicals could be found.

Where are the damn security men?

The lock finally gave way. With a shout of glee, Irving opened the doors. He started grabbing bottles and boxes. He knocked things off the table near him, piling everything on it. Austin made up his mind to act. He couldn’t wait for security.

What would The Magician do? He’d do something clever and shag the girl. Think, man!

Working his way forward, he did his best to come up behind Irving. Taking out his phone, he found the button to turn on the flashlight. When he was in position, he spoke.

“Oi, mate!”

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Finally done with their interviews, given a few quiet hours, Austin and Liat decide to keep the promises they’ve made one another all week.

“Did you get these just for tonight? Did you plan this?”

“No. I’ve had them ages. Never got to use them with my last girlfriend. She only wanted to date me cause I’m famous. Unfortunately, dating, in her mind, didn’t include sex.”

“Poor you,” Liat said, tearing the box open.

“Just as well, she’d probably have given me some unspeakable disease.”

She’d just torn a packet off and was about to open it, when her eyes narrowed. “Do I need to worry?”

“What about? Oh! No. Fresh as a daisy.”

She held the packet. His eyes focused on it helplessly, as if his entire life depended upon what she did with that little packet. His desperate expression made her want to laugh, but she didn’t. She’d made up her mind and wasn’t going to back out. Relenting, she tugged his Sponge Bob boxers down and tore open the packet.

“Shall I do the honors?”

“Yes, please!” he begged.

Austin moaned as Liat’s hands touched him for the first time. Determined not to be the only one naked, he nearly ripped her panties in his haste to take them off. He scrambled back on the bed, tossing aside the duvet as he invited her to lie down. With the remote, he dimmed the lights, leaving indirect sconces lit. An amber glow bathed their bodies. He traced the light and shadows on her body.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed. “It’s hard to believe you’re here with me. How am I so incredibly lucky?”

“I’ve been asking myself that since you rescued me from Irving.”

He reached for her and she slid close, her leg over his hips. He put his knee between her legs, feeling her wet heat. Austin hardly knew what to do with his hands and mouth first. There were so many lovely, soft things to fondle and play with. Forcing himself to concentrate, he kissed and licked her throat, his lips dropping to her collar bone. As his mouth drifted to one breast, his hand went to the other.

Liat moaned, shivering as he hit a particularly good spot. She wrapped her leg around his, riding it slowly. A gush of moisture almost undid him. He wanted to take her fast, but controlled himself. This was their first time and he was determined to make it special for her. Letting her set the pace, he contented himself with making her moan.

She took his hand, directing him between her legs. He happily complied. She rode his fingers eagerly, laughing and gasping. Deciding that he wanted to have as much fun as she was, Austin rolled Liat on her back. She opened to him, kissing him deeply as he lunged into her. He stopped halfway, stunned by the feel of her. It took his breath away for a moment.

Liat wrapped her legs around his hips, thrusting upward so he was buried deep inside her. Her hands clasped his ass and she set the pace she wanted with little bouncing movements. Taking the hint, Austin complied. She felt even better when he moved—almost too good. He’d lied to Dwight about how long it had been since he’d had sex. The last girlfriend hadn’t been forthcoming, more interested in parties and being seen with him, than having sex. It had been so long, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been with anyone. Austin buried his face in her cleavage, licking and sucking as his hips bounced against hers.

Liat’s voice caught and she moved faster beneath him. “More,” she begged. “Now!”

Austin started moving more quickly. Suddenly, she clamped down so hard with her pelvic muscles, he could hardly move.

“Ease up, Love,” he gasped. “Can’t move!”

She relaxed a little. He felt his climax nearing. He hoped she was ready, he was past the point of no return. Groaning, he came, shivering with pleasure as he thrust into her rapidly.

“Liat!”

She tried to scream, but didn’t have the breath to sustain it long. Instead, she gasped and panted as her orgasm began. She called his name as it hit, bathing her in warmth from head to toes. She clamped down on Austin’s ass with both hands, raising her hips, grinding them against his as the last wave hit her. She held him as it stilled and faded. Sighing with delight, she kissed him deeply.

Austin returned the kiss, wiggling his hips against hers. She laughed as another tiny tingle worked its way out. He flopped on his side, grinning.

“Bloody marvelous,” he said, giving her a kiss.

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Heat Alert! This scene is somewhat spicy. If such things get your pulse racing, go for it. If you’re offended by intimate displays on the page, please wait for episode #39, because the next episode is hot too. Not intended for readers under 17.

Their interviews over, Austin and Liat end up at the studio at his trailer. They’ve made promises to one another all week. Now, they are finally alone.

The sound stage was silent. It was still early in the day, but they had finally come to a spot where they could no longer film around Liat and Austin, so Sandy gave them a day off.

“I want to change,” Liat said. “I have a bag in my car.”

“Come on in. That sounds like a spiffy idea.”

“Spiffy?” Liat smirked, scoffing at him.

“I sense disapproval of my word choice, Miss Vogel.”

“Since when does anyone under sixty say spiffy?”

“I thought I’d start a new trend.” He unlocked his trailer and led her inside.

Normally, he didn’t lock his trailer during the day, since he’d been gone so much lately, he’d taken to locking it. He latched the door behind them, feeling slightly vulnerable with no one else around.

“I’m going to start tea. I’ve got some biscuits,” he called after her as she went to the bedroom.

“Sounds grand!”

He puttered around in the kitchen, starting the tea kettle and setting out mugs. Liat came out in soft yoga pants and a loose sweater. Austin thought she looked more beautiful in that than she did in a fancy dress. He couldn’t stop staring.

“Go get comfy. I’ll watch the tea kettle.”

Nodding speechlessly, he went to his room and changed into jeans and a T-shirt before heading back out. He was barefoot, nearly silent. Liat didn’t hear him as he came out. He stood a few feet away, watching her. She fit into his life so smoothly, carving out a niche in his heart without even trying. Her movements in his tiny kitchen, were dance-like. He couldn’t get enough of watching her. The tea kettle whistled, jolting him back to reality.

“Austin!” she called, without turning around. “Tea.”

Instead of answering her, he walked up close, putting his arms around her from behind. She took the water off the heat, turning off the burner, before snuggling against him. His broad chest and muscular arms cradled her as his soft lips dropped to her shoulder. He nuzzled and nibbled, inhaling her scent. Liat shivered, clasping his arms around her.

He swayed to some unheard melody, crooning as his hips moved behind her. It took a moment to recognize the tune and she smiled, moving with him to the slow, sultry tune. Austin continued to nuzzle her neck as his hands drifted to her waist.

“I made certain promises this week,” he hummed the tune a moment. “Which I’ve yet to keep.”

“There’s hot water.”

“I don’t want hot water,” he mumbled against her throat. “You know what I want.” He turned her to face him, putting her arms around his waist as he stepped closer. “The question burning in everyone’s minds is—what do you want?”

Liat rose on her toes, kissing his chin. He chuckled seductively, his voice rumbling in his chest. He lowered his head, meeting her mouth with his own. The touch of his lips was so soft, she almost didn’t feel it. His breath was warm on her skin, sending a tingle down her spine. He licked her lower lip, nipping and teasing her mouth. They stopped kissing, sharing a smile.

Austin took her hand and led her to the bedroom. He had a queen sized bed, television and sound system. With the click of a remote, he started soft, seductive music playing. He cupped her face, his lips lowering to hers once more. He seemed content to kiss her by the bed, but Liat wasn’t. Deciding to take charge, she took a step forward, forcing him to move until his knees hit the bed. He sat heavily, laughing when she straddled him.

“I do enjoy when a woman tells me what she wants. Especially when it’s me.”

Her hands drifted to his pants and he chuckled as he untucked his shirt. It ended up somewhere across the room. Hers followed, landing in a tangled heap with his. His hands slipped into her jeans. She stood, shimmied and discarded them. She stood before him in her underwear.

Austin stopped, admiring her trim figure. Her breasts were as beautiful as he imagined. He reached out, caressing one, then the other. His mouth would have followed, but Liat decided if she was going to get naked, so was he. She shoved him on his back, stripped off his jeans and burst out laughing.

“Sponge Bob pants! You remembered!”

He pulled her down to straddle him once more. “He is awfully sexy. His nose, and all.”

“You’re awfully sexy. Your nose—and all. . . .” She leaned over, licking his throat.

Austin groaned. His hands rose, deftly releasing her bra. It fell off nearly in his face, exposing her breasts. They bounced, enjoying the added freedom. Momentarily distracted, he didn’t hear her question the first time. Liat snapped her fingers under his nose.

“Condom?” she asked.

Still mesmerized by her breasts, he pointed to a drawer by the bed. She opened it and found an unopened box.

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