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  His cock was so stiff he thought it was going to snap off. “What are you going to do to me?”

  She pulled him up close and placed a delicate kiss on his lips. He tried to kiss her back, but she pushed him away. Her brown eyes pierced his. “You need to be punished.”

  She unfastened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Then she sat him on the floor by one of the thick table legs. She handcuffed his hands behind his back, anchoring them by looping them around the leg. A current of raw emotion flooded his soul. He wanted to hold and kiss her, but he knew begging to touch her would spoil the game. He chose instead to stay silent.

  With nimble manicured hands, she unzipped his pants and freed his throbbing cock. She leaned back in mock surprise. “Look what a bad boy you are. How come you’re so horny? Do you want to fuck me?”

  His body hummed with excitement. “Yes. But first, may I please eat your pussy?”

  Candy looked thoughtful at this, then smiled. She stood before him and slid her tight Catwoman pants down to just below her knees. Then she went down on her hands and knees and backed up close enough so he could reach her with his mouth.

  The sweetness of her scent filled him, and he eagerly buried his face in her sex. His arms ached in protest, but she was so wet and yielding he thought he might orgasm from just his tongue probing her. A tender moan escaped her, and he was encouraged to lick deeper, harder, faster. His tongue became a surrogate for his cock, thrusting into the hot channel of his beloved. Not being able to reach her with his hands was agony.

  She moaned, and its music was joy itself. “Lick my clit faster,” she commanded.

  Mark did as she asked, flicking his tongue over her swollen bud as fast as he could. It grew larger under his lapping, and soon she was crying out and pulling back from his desperate tongue.

  Candy turned around and knelt over his lap. His cock pointed at her pussy like an accusation. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and massaged his cock up and down several times, smiling at the moisture that formed at the tip. She straddled him and pointed the tip at her threshold. She lowered down on him slowly and easily so he wouldn’t lose his passion too quickly.

  They stayed like that for a moment, until he said, “Okay.”

  She bounced on his cock, driving it deep inside her. “My pussy is so wet.”

  “Yes, yes, it is.” His voice didn’t sound like his own. It was the voice of a beast rutting in the forest. His excitement rose to unparalleled heights. “You’re so sexy, Candy. You make me so hot.”

  Candy thrust down faster on his cock, lost in her pleasure. “Fuck it, fuck my pussy.”

  Despite his awkward position, Mark worked to fulfill her lusty cries. He bucked his hips up off the floor, ignoring the discomfort in his bound wrists as he did so. “Take it all in, my beautiful Candy. Fuck it . . . Yes, that’s right, fuck my big, hard cock.”

  Her cries became more frantic as she stole her pleasure from him. His whole body had been reduced to his cock and the grip of her slick muscles around it. Then he felt the muscles around her pussy contract and tighten, milking his cock of its seed.

  Candy let out a breathless laugh and got off him. His cock grew cold in the open air, and he missed the comforting heat of her body. She took the handcuffs off his wrists and gasped.

  She placed gentle hands over his wrists. “Oh my God, Mark! Why didn’t you say something? These damn handcuffs have cut into your skin.”

  Mark couldn’t have cared less about his injury. He lifted his wrists from her hands and cupped her face. For a long time, all he could do was stare into her eyes. He wanted to tell her so much. He wanted to tell her how much he cared for her and how they needed to be together.

  Finally he settled for, “Are you coming back to be my partner?”

  “Partners with benefits?” she joked.

  “No, more than that. Lovers who are business partners.”

  Her brow wrinkled. “Did you mean it when you told me you loved me the other night?”

  “I never say anything I don’t mean.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you, Mark. But I still don’t know how I feel. I mean, I care for you deeply, but I’m not sure if I’d call it love yet.”

  “That doesn’t matter. All that matters is that we’re together. That’s all I want. I’ll take whatever kind of relationship you want. The only thing I won’t be able to handle is if you see other men.”

  She smiled, and it lit up the room. “There are no other men. I want to be with you.”

  “So are we partners then?”

  She held her hand out, and he shook it. “Partners it is.”

  Epilogue

  One Year Later

  Candace sat in the studio’s film library, lounging in a plush wing chair. The chair was her favorite, as it looked over a stunning garden just beyond the large library window. She couldn’t believe it had been a whole year since she’d agreed to be Mark’s partner. So much had happened so quickly that it all seemed surreal. But one of the best things that happened was her feelings for him had matured and grown. No longer was she confused about how she felt, she knew it was love. It sounded wild and crazy, but Candace Wilson was in love for the first time in her life. Just the thought made her giddy with happiness.

  She chewed her bottom lip and glanced down at her watch. She wondered how much longer he’d be.

  Mark was with the studio bigwigs while they watched the final edited version of the Chicago movie. Although she was warmly invited to attend, she’d decided to wait in here for Mark to tell her what the verdict was. She’d seen the film so many times in production she’d lost her ability to judge if it was any good or not. She also wouldn’t be able to take the expressions on the executives’ faces if they didn’t like it. No, it was much better to wait here for Mark to come and tell her whether or not they still had a career.

  Candace heard the electronic doors swish open and close again. Mark came in and took the identical chair directly next to hers. She tried to read the expression on his face, but it was blank.

  A sinking feeling filled her stomach. They must have hated it. All those long hours and months of production meetings and coddling of stars had been a big waste of time. Well, she could always go back to her law career.

  “Well?” she asked, steeling herself for the bad news. “What did they say?”

  He grinned and looked at her. His eyes seemed to glow with childlike excitement. “They fucking loved it. They’re even talking Oscar material.”

  “What?” Candace said, leaning forward in her chair. She’d heard the words of what he’d said, but couldn’t connect them with her expectations. This was incredible.

  He grabbed her upper arms and squeezed. “I said they loved it.”

  “What about you? Do you love it too?”

  His gaze swept her face. It was so warm and affectionate it physically warmed her. “You got the best performance out of Esther I’ve ever seen. She sang every song like an angel. I think they’re right. This thing is Oscar-worthy.”

  Candace was so stunned she didn’t know what to say.

  “Better yet, Esther raved about you to the executives. She said you were one of the only people on set, aside from me, who knew what they were doing. She said we lined up the best director and the best supporting cast and everything ran like clockwork. They’re very impressed with us.”

  “Wow, this whole thing is so incredible. I can’t believe it.”

  “Believe it, Candy, because there’s more. They’ve offered us a film to manage and keep on budget for the studio. The contract calls for us to get several hundred thousand each, plus more if the picture grosses enough at the box office.”

  Candace was stunned. She had already made more money than she knew what to do with. She’d been so busy she had just put it in the bank and hadn’t even bothered to move from her apartment into something better. “What did you tell them?”

  He laughed. “The usual, that we needed our lawyers to look over the contracts but w
e’d be in touch.”

  She laughed too.

  He suddenly became very serious. “If you don’t want to take it, there are plenty of other projects being offered.”

  “No, I think it would be fun. What’s the film about?”

  “It’s a docudrama on Lena Horne.”

  Lena had been one of her mom’s favorite singers. Her uncles had even played “Stormy Weather” at her mother’s funeral. This would be like a dream come true.

  Mark gave her a smoldering kiss. “This is all happening because of you, Candy. I really appreciate all your hard work.”

  “It’s because of all our hard work.”

  He took her hands in his. “Listen, there’s a great house just come on the market two doors down from mine. Maybe you’d consider taking a look at it. Then we’d be close, but you’d still have a place to go to get away from me when I piss you off.”

  Candace thought about it and really liked the idea, especially since they spent so much of their workday together. Having a place would give them the best of both worlds. She would have a great house to call hers, but she’d still be close enough to visit him whenever she was feeling romantic.

  “All right then. Let’s go call a real estate agent and go have a look at that house.”

  Then he took her hand and they walked out together, right into the bright lights of Hollywood.

  The End

  About the Author

  Michelle is a member of the Winter Park writers group, and has been writing erotic romance for several years. For more about her and her books, please stop by her website at www.michelle-oneill.com.