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  Seeing a message from Sean, my stomach bunched with excitable nerves, but my face curled into a smile nonetheless as I slid my thumb across the screen to open it.

  From: Sean

  Checked your arrival and saw you were early so I’m here already. Look for a driver with your name, I’m in the car. Hurry up. I can’t wait to see you. S x

  A pang of disappointment settled in my chest – I’d been half hoping for a romantic reunion in the arrivals lounge, with Sean sweeping me into his arms and spinning me about frivolously while I giggled and smothered him in sloppy kisses. Pfft. I made a dismissive noise with my lips and rolled my eyes – that was the stuff of movies, and although Sean might be a film star, he’d already warned me that the reality of dating a famous person wasn’t going to be easy.

  Popping my phone back in my pocket I made my way through Customs with a small accepting smile on my face – Sean had an established reputation in Hollywood and often drew crowds, so meeting me in the car made sense. But I was still a little disappointed.

  Exiting into the main terminal building I was met by a sea of expectant faces belonging to the families and loved ones waiting to greet their relatives. It was so busy that I actually found it a little overwhelming at first, and the huge glass building seemed to elevate the noise around me to astronomical proportions until I was almost wincing.

  Glancing repeatedly around the crowd, my eyes finally caught sight of a smartly suited man holding a placard with my name upon it, just as Sean had said. What Sean hadn’t said however, was that it would state my full name – Alexis Louise Shaw. Bastard. I’d told him how much I hated my first name, and I could just imagine him sat in the car having a good chuckle to himself.

  Tentatively making my way across, among the jostling crowds, I began to feel the bundle of nerves in my stomach expanding. I was so excited about seeing Sean again, but simultaneously I was nervous. It had been a full two months since we’d seen each other in person, and given that our relationship was so new, the distance had made me jittery. Not to mention the tense Skype calls. Forget edgy, those had made me full on paranoid.

  The suited man silently nodded at me as I reached his side and gave him a hesitant smile. ‘Good afternoon. You must be Miss Shaw.’ Seeing my jerky nod, he gave me a smile. ‘My name is David. I’m here to pick you up on behalf of Mr Phillips,’ he informed me in a deep American accent.

  His very being exuded professionalism: perfect posture, crisp white shirt, flat cap, and a black suit that wouldn’t have looked out of place in Men in Black. Taking the handle of my case, he inclined his head towards the exit doors. ‘The car is just outside.’ He set off in the direction of the exit signs before flashing me a gleaming white grin. ‘I hope you brought your sunglasses, because we’re having a bit of a heatwave at the moment. It’s sixty-nine degrees Fahrenheit today, far warmer than usual for this time of year.’

  His words were like music to my ears because back in the UK I’d left behind one of the coldest, wettest Aprils ever recorded. Bring on the rays. The sticky warmth of the day engulfed me as we exited the terminal and I smiled happily, tipping my face back to briefly soak up the sun. It might only be the end of April, but David was right about the heatwave – it was far hotter than I’d been expecting.

  Lowering my gaze again I found David waiting patiently for me and looking rather amused by my impromptu sunbathing session. Flushing with embarrassment, I began to move again, following him like an obedient puppy until we reached a long queue of cars waiting by the kerb. As I gazed at the different vehicles my eyes widened. I’d literally never seen so many expensive cars in one place. I suppose it was a sign that you were in Los Angeles when the majority of cars sitting in the short stay car park were Porches and Mercedes.

  Opening the boot of a sleek black limo at the front of the line, David slid my case inside before holding the back door open and leaning his head in. ‘I’ll just be a few moments while I pay the car parking fee, Sir.’

  I barely noticed David disappearing because my entire body was now aware of the fact that Sean was just a few feet away. Would he be pleased to see me? Would everything be OK between us? And would the attraction be the same? God, I hoped so. The hairs on my arms stood to attention, my stomach was spinning like crazy and my heart had started accelerating so quickly that it felt like a bass drum pounding in my chest. In fact, I felt decidedly lightheaded as I dipped my shoulders to enter the car and only just managed to persuade my trembling fingers to pull the door shut behind me.

  This was it – reunion time.

  I was barely in the car before I was engulfed in the glorious sight, smell, and strong arms of Sean as he took a hold of my upper arms and literally dragged me across the car and onto his lap, causing me to yelp in shock and then giggle happily.

  Over the course of just a few seconds it was like a hormone bomb had exploded inside the car. We didn’t even bother to say hello, instead we became a blur of clutching fists, exploring lips, and lusty moans, rapidly reacquainting ourselves after our separation. God, I’d missed him so much. The relief from his keen response washed over me in blissful waves, relaxing my previous insecurities until I felt like a pliant, boneless mass of lust poured like a second skin across his body.

  This was hardly elegant. I was sitting sideways across Sean’s lap with my skirt askew and rumpled, but I still managed to shamefully grind down on his groin. My fingers greedily slid through the silky strands at the back of Sean’s head, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him as I tugged to pull him even nearer, not satisfied with our already close contact. Sean’s hot tongue delved between my lips, twining with mine as he hummed his appreciation into my mouth. Taking hold of my hips in a similarly tight hold, he jerked me down so I could clearly feel the heat of his groin against me through our clothing.

  Our breaths were mixing and combining in my mouth, his taste so familiar and divine that I really couldn’t believe I’d lasted eight weeks without him. Grumbling something unintelligible against my neck, Sean lifted me, hitching up my skirt at the same time as shifting my legs so I was now straddling his lap. Giving a sharp, upward thrust he prodded the growing evidence of his excitement against me. Right against me. Oh God. We were joined so firmly that there was no disguising the hot length of his excitement pulsing between us against the thin lace of my knickers.

  I didn’t care where we were, I wanted him. Right now.

  It appeared that Sean was on the same wavelength, because one of his hands pressed down between us and dug underneath my skirt until his fingers found the damp lace at my groin. ‘Hmmm. Lace. These feel too nice to rip off. Shame,’ he muttered as he pulled the fabric aside and slid a finger along my quivering flesh to my clit.

  My eyes rolled back in my skull at the unbelievable pleasure as a gargled moan left my throat. That felt so bloody good. I was so desperate for him that I nearly yelled out, ‘Rip them off! I don’t care!’ but instead, I brought myself back to the moment and set about doing my own burrowing until my fingers found, and hastily undid, the zip of his jeans.

  From the moment his hot, hard cock surged free into my palm, there really was no doubt about what was going to happen, it was just quite a surprise to me how quickly it happened.

  One second I was groaning my appreciation of his talented fingers as I reciprocated by gripping his firm shaft, then the next moment Sean had lifted me and, after impatiently flicking my knickers out of the way, had dragged me down to line up my entrance with his waiting cock.

  ‘This is going to be so fucking good,’ he muttered hotly. The sounds of my yelps and Sean’s groans then filled the car as he nudged the first few inches inside me before becoming wedged. Sean was rather well graced in the manhood department, and I vividly recalled how I’d found fitting him in a bit of a challenge at the start of our relationship, but I’d adjusted over time. I suppose after the few months apart where my body had gone without sex, I just wasn’t used to this type of generous intrusion any more.

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ever being one to turn down a challenge, I impatiently wiggled on his lap, trying to push myself down and causing Sean to growl against my mouth as he gripped my hips to stop me. ‘For fuck’s sake, don’t hurt yourself,’ he murmured, licking two fingers and lowering them between us to add more lubrication. He really didn’t need to; I could feel that I was wet enough. I just needed time to stretch a bit.

  Lifting his face to kiss me, Sean held me half-impaled on him, my body relaxing as his slow, luxurious kiss worked its magic, making me accept more of him until at last he was fully sheathed inside me.

  Our foreheads met, damp with sweat, dilated eyes burning with desire as we grinned at each other and took a second to absorb how great it felt to be reconnected again. Really, really flipping great.

  The noise of a car door closing followed by a polite cough from behind me had me rapidly tensing and letting out a small shriek as I hastily sat upright. Giving a quick glance over my shoulder I belatedly realised that the privacy screen was down, and that David was now in the car and waiting patiently for instructions.

  Holy fuck.

  I was panting hard, turned on like a lightbulb, and horrendously aware that I had Sean’s cock buried inside me twitching away happily. My cheeks filled with a heated blush so rapidly that I must surely have been depriving other body parts of much needed blood. Oh God. This was utterly mortifying.

  Wincing with embarrassment, I rapidly turned back to Sean to hide my flaming face, but instead of seeing my chagrin reflected in his own expression, I instead found a wicked grin gracing his lips. Jesus, did he not care that we were basically having sex in front of the driver at this very minute?

  Raising my eyebrows at him in amazement I shook my head and tried to focus on staying calm. Unfortunately, that failed completely, and my attempts at focusing merely made me hugely aware of the soft warmth of his pubic hair as it nestled intimately against mine. Bugger, bugger, bugger. Just then, his rigid cock gave a jerk inside of me, as if taunting me for my embarrassment. The audience wasn’t giving him performance issues then.

  What the hell should I do? If I climbed off his lap it would leave Sean uncovered and make it even more obvious what we were up to, but apart from that I was flat out of ideas. The feeling of Sean’s hands gently smoothing over my bottom and onto his thighs grounded me slightly and made me realise that maybe, just maybe, David couldn’t see exactly how intimately joined we were. Yes I was straddling Sean’s lap, which was embarrassing enough, but he still had his trousers on, so if my skirt was down at the back David might just assume that we were having a reunion cuddle.

  A very hands-on reunion cuddle. Which technically we were, just with a bit more groin action …

  I couldn’t believe I’d lost control like this in front of David. How shameful. I’d been about thirty seconds away from some serious backseat bouncing manoeuvres too. Now that would have been really embarrassing.

  ‘Traffic’s pretty heavy so it’ll take a while to get out of the airport grounds, sir. I’ll let you two … um … catch up, and once we’re on the freeway you can let me know where we’re heading.’

  ‘Perfect. Thanks, David,’ Sean replied, sounding cool, calm, and in complete control. I gave him an astounded look, which he brushed off with a smile as he casually leant around me to close the privacy divider. He was buried inside me balls deep, how the heck had he managed to sound so … normal? If I were to try to speak I had no doubt that it would come out as a wobbly, incoherent squeak.

  We both remained rigidly still – apart from Sean’s cock, which was still lurching inside me like crazy – as the mechanical whirring of the screen hummed for about fifteen seconds, and then there was silence, signalling we were now alone.

  A huge breath left my lungs as I registered my heart clattering against my ribs and lowered my head onto his shoulder in relief. ‘We can stop, or are you OK to carry on, my gorgeous girl?’

  That had been a close call, but now we were alone, joined at the groin and desperate for release, so there seemed only one thing to do. Get on with it.

  Instead of answering him audibly, I raised myself onto my knees, the soft leather of the seat giving a whisper of sound as I pulled him almost completely from my body. I saw a flicker of disappointment cross his features, presumably because he thought I was going to stop things altogether, before I let my body drop back down, our hips clashing as I seated myself fully on his lap and once again had him imbedded inside my body.

  His head flew back against the seat in shock as his fingers gripped painfully into my hips. ‘Holy shit! Give me some warning before pulling a move like that,’ he cursed, his eyes widening in shock for a second before refocusing on the task at hand. ‘You’ll be the death of me, woman …’ he muttered hotly as one hand dug into my hair, wrapped a portion around his wrist, and then dragged me forward to meet his lips. As our mouths collided feverishly he gave an upwards jerk of his hips that had me crying out in pleasure. ‘… but what a way to go,’ he added with a devilish grin.

  I might have been the one on top, but there was no doubt who was leading this reunion. With my hair gripped tightly in his fist, and his other on my bum guiding me up and down, his hips thrusting repeatedly into me, all I really had to do was hold on for the ride. And what a ride it was. Sean was so deep within me that I was building towards my climax practically from the first thrust.

  ‘Touch yourself for me, Allie. Rub your clit,’ he suddenly urged me, clearly reluctant to give up his hold on my hip or hair. Following his instruction I lowered my right hand and found my clitoris already swollen and sensitive, a gasp leaving my lips on the first contact. Sean’s eyes were glowing, his enjoyment obvious as he bit on his lower lip and delivered a particularly hard thrust that had me seeing stars. I was so close …

  With my fingers working against myself my knuckles kept brushing against his length as he jacked it in and out of me and I couldn’t help but look down to watch. I’d never felt him like this before – never touched his cock as it entered my body, I mean, and I found it such a turn on that I briefly left my clit and rubbed at the base of him, finding him slippery from my arousal.

  ‘Little tease,’ he moaned, a smirk curling his mouth as he gave my hair a gentle tug to bring my head back up to him. Sensing our impending climaxes, Sean upped the ante, moving harder, faster, and deeper, and then just as I was about to slip across the blissful brink of my orgasm, he sealed our mouths together in a deep, searching kiss. His move successfully swallowed my cries of pleasure as I came, his tongue twisting with mine, and then seconds later he ground himself up inside me and came with so much power that I felt him give a series of almighty jerks before the warmth of his release flooded me.

  No words were necessary for several minutes as we merely sat there in silence, clutched together, each holding the other up as we regained our breath and quietly enjoyed coming down from our incredible high.

  When I finally mustered the strength to lift my head from his shoulder Sean cupped my jaw and flashed me a cheeky wink. ‘I think we skipped the “hellos” and moved straight to the reunion fuck,’ he mused, a smile pulling at his lips as he raised his hand and ran it gently through my damp hair, presumably attempting to flatten it after his earlier grabbing and tugging.

  ‘Hello, my gorgeous girl.’ His belated greeting made me chuckle as I lowered my lips to nuzzle his neck and then returned it with a shy one of my own.

  ‘Hey you.’ Lord knows why I suddenly felt shy. We’d just fucked like bunnies in the back of his limo and he was still inside me, so there was no place for bashfulness between us now.

  With another wink Sean reached beside us to a central console and pulled out a box of tissues. Carefully lifting me, he let out a hiss of pleasure as his softening length slipped from my body, and then with great care he wiped me clean and pulled my knickers into place for me.

  Helping me to shift from his lap, he gave a satisfied chuckle – probably at my complete inability to control my flopping, post-orgasmic body
– sorted my skirt out for me, and then settled me close beside him on the seat.

  He looked so boyish and yet devastatingly handsome, his hair now thoroughly messed up from my exploring fingers as he grinned his trademark smile and adjusted his jeans, popping himself back inside. I just couldn’t drag my gaze away from him, not after so long apart. Luckily he seemed just as affected by our reunion, because his eyes remained focused on me the entire time which caused him to fumble with his zip for several seconds.

  A huge breath filled my lungs as I sought out his hand and linked our fingers. I had missed him so much, and now we were back together, that fact hit me in the chest like a sledgehammer. It was crazy how connected I felt to him, but I was incredibly relieved that the mere sight of him still affected and aroused me just as much as it had when we’d first met. Part of me had been worried that our separation might have dulled the intensity of our bond, but that certainly wasn’t the case; the car was still filled with the fizzing energy of our link. My heart was still pounding, stomach somersaulting, and the lust coursing through me was making me feel young and reckless.

  Not to mention horny, hot, and damp in all the right places. We’d only just done it, but I could go again right now.

  ‘My gorgeous girl,’ he murmured into the hair by my temple, his warm breath making me shiver with delight as he seemed to inhale my scent before finally pulling back and gazing down at me with heavy-lidded eyes.

  ‘I’ve missed you so much,’ I replied in a whisper, hugely satisfied by our lovemaking but still embarrassed to have been caught out by the driver. I was British – we simply didn’t do things like that in public and the knowledge that I had probably flashed him a good portion of my knicker-clad arse was still filling me with embarrassment.