L.A. Fire (34 page)

 
“Me too,” I said hoarsely, and dug my fingers harder into his flesh. He groaned,
and then both of us went over the edge. His orgasm was long and violent; his
whole body shuddered. I felt the hot liquid squirting inside of me, and it
drove me crazy. I thrashed beneath him, and my pussy spasmed around him as wave
after wave of ecstasy pulsed through me. When we collapsed against each other,
both of us were shaking hard. It took us minutes before we were able to catch
our breaths. We lay there silently for several moments, until we were both
startled by thumping sounds coming through the wall, followed by grunts and a
long, piercing, drawn out cry.

 
Then both of us burst into loud laughter. I heard Angela yell “Oh, shit,” from
the other room, then run over to close her bedroom window. Julian howled
loudly, and squeezed me against him.

 
“I didn’t realized we had competition,” he said, stroking my hair.

 
I smiled up at him. “What competition? They weren’t even a close second.”

 
Julian nodded, and continued to lazily stroke my hair. “No, we definitely won
that round. You were fucking incredible, baby.”

 
I snuggled up to him, and kissed his neck. “Likewise,” I said. “You totally
blew my mind.”

 
He tilted my head up and gave me a long lingering kiss. “Good. Now get some
sleep. You’re going to need your energy later.”

 
“Later?” I asked incredulously.

 
“Yes,” he said. “The night is far from over, and I’m not even close to done
with you yet.”

 
I chuckled into his chest. “You really are insatiable,” I said right before we
both drifted off into sleep.

 
Julian was true to his word. I woke up the next morning to him kissing my neck,
then going down on me and giving me another mind blowing orgasm. We were about
to have another round of sex, when we decided that we both needed some coffee
first. I got up, put on my silk nightgown and headed over to the kitchen. As I
was preparing the coffee, Ziggy slipped out of Angela’s room and sauntered over
to the island where I was sitting.

 
“Nice show last night guys,” he said, winking at me.

 
“Show?” I said, playing dumb. I clearly realized that if we had heard Ziggy and
Angela, they clearly had heard us too, but this was so not a conversation I
wanted to get into with Ziggy.

 
He grinned at me, “Yeah, show,” he said. “I heard you screaming, Ser. I mean,
come on, no one’s
that
good.” Then he leered at me and said, “except
maybe me.”

 
I rolled my eyes at him, and looked over at the coffee pot. “Looks like the
coffee’s ready,” I said, pulling two mugs from the kitchen cabinets. “It’s been
charming as usual, but I’ve got company to attend to,” I said, quickly filling
up the mugs with coffee, then adding milk and sugar.

 
“You mean Mr. Corporate Moneybags? Aren’t you bored yet?”

 
I scowled at him, grabbed the mugs, and started making my way back to my
bedroom.

 
“Rob’s gonna call you about getting that coffee soon. And you should take him
up on it,” Ziggy said, his tone now serious. “You two are meant for each other.
He knows it, now. And deep down, you know it too.”

 
I flashed Ziggy an angry, threatening look. “Listen, Zigs. You may be dating
one of my best friends, but that doesn’t give you any right to intrude in my
affairs. So mind your own fucking business, okay?”

 
Ziggy narrowed his eyes at me, and then shrugged. “I’m just trying to help you
out, ladybug. You seem like the kind of girl who needs a little guidance.”

 
I felt anger coarse through me veins, and a big part of me felt like hurling a
hot mug of coffee at Ziggy’s face. “I don’t need any guidance from a cokehead
loser who treats his girl like a fuckbuddy,” I said.

 
Ziggy’s shoulders tensed. “Mind your own fucking business,” he said, and then I
could tell by the expression on his face that the irony in what he was saying
just hit him.

 
I nodded and said, “Exactly,” then spun on my heel and headed toward my
bedroom.

 
When I entered my room, I found Julian sitting on the edge of the bed, his
expression tense. I handed him his mug of coffee, and he took a big long sip,
then patted the space beside him. “Please sit down,” he said.

 
I breathed in the strong, pleasing scent of the coffee, took a big gulp, then
sat down beside Julian. “What’s up?” I asked.

 
He looked at me gravely. “When were you going to tell me you planned on having
coffee with Rob?” His tone was stern.

 
My eyes flicked to his. “I haven’t planned on doing anything yet.”

 
“So you’re saying you won’t meet him?”

 
I bit down on my lip, and shifted away my gaze. “No, I’m not saying that
either.”

 
Julian grabbed my mug from my hands, and put both of our coffees down on the
bedside table. Then he grabbed me by the arms, and gave me a fierce,
penetrating look. “After everything we talked about last night, you’re still
not sure about us?”

 
I shook my head. “It’s not that,” I said. “It’s just, I don’t know. I need
closure. I mean, if this is going to work between us, I can’t have my past
haunting me anymore.”

 
Julian started stroking my cheek, his eyes tense and full of concern. “Is your
past still haunting you?”

 
I hesitated, then nodded. “Yes,” I said. “And my outburst last night at the
premiere proves it. I totally overreacted. And I didn’t trust you. And that has
everything to do with Rob.”

 
Julian let out a long sigh and squeezed my hand. “What do I need to do Sarah?
What do I need to do to gain your trust completely?”

 
I felt my brow scrunch up in pain. Julian reached up and gently smoothed out
the little creases that had formed. “Just give me some time,” I said. “I’ll get
over this.”

 
Julian shook his head. “No. I want to help you with this.” His tone was
earnest, and his eyes were brimming over with tenderness.

 
I got up and sat back down on his lap, draping my arms around his neck. I
kissed him lightly. “You’re doing everything you can. I’ve just got to figure
this out for myself.”

 
He shook his head again. “I screwed up last night,” he said. “I pushed you past
your limit. I got scared that you were pulling away, and I acted up. I promise
that will never happen again.”

 
I took his face between my hands, and kissed the tip of his nose. “I know,
Julian. It’s not your fault.”

 
He slid his arms around my waist and pulled me close. “It
is
my fault,
Sarah. I should have known better. And I intend to repair the damage. This weekend
at my beach house. We can spend the whole weekend being domestic together. No
restaurants. No bars. Just the two of us. Cooking together. Making love.
Opening up to each other.”

 
My heart melted at his words. That’s exactly what we needed to get closer. A
whole weekend alone together, where we’d figure out each other’s habits, talk
for hours, find our own rhythm both in the bedroom and out. “That sounds
perfect,” I said, hearing the happiness in my own voice.

 
“Good,” he said, looking pleased. “It’s settled. Now as I recall, I was about
to fuck you senseless before you went to get coffee. I intend to stay true to
my word.”

 
I felt myself get immediately turned on, but it was getting late, and I was
apprehensive about being late for work. “We’ve got to get to the office,” I
said.

 
Julian looked at his watch, and his face filled with disappointment. “You’re
right,” he grumbled. “But I at least have time to give you a proper washing in
the shower. Deal?”

 
I felt a bolt of heat between my legs at the prospect of him lathering me up
with soap and caressing every inch of my body. “Deal,” I said, softly, and then
he picked me up and carried me to the washroom.

***

 
Julian had sent the limo driver home after he dropped us off, so I drove us to
work in my Mini Cooper. As Florence + The Machine sang through one of my
favorite songs ‘Howl,’ my thoughts turned to the work ahead of me this morning.
Paul was trying to sign on a new client, a guy named Richard Phillips. He was a
hotshot screenwriter who was currently at loose ends. He’d had a falling out
with his previous agent, and was now shopping around for a new one. He had just
finished a new screenplay. It looked like it had the potential to be a
blockbuster comedy, and Paul knew that sealing the deal with this guy would
mean major revenue for the company.

 
“Penny for your thoughts?” Julian asked, rubbing his hand along my thigh.

 
“Sorry,” I said. “I’m just getting a little preoccupied about this morning.
Paul’s got that amazing screenwriter Richard Phillips coming in at ten, and I’m
feeling nervous about the meeting.”

 
Julian looked impressed. “Paul is bringing you in for a meeting with Phillips?
That’s wonderful news, Sarah. You’ve obviously gained his full trust. And I’m
certain you’ve earned it.”

 
I beamed at him, and he looked back at me with pride. He winked at me. “Knock
‘em dead.”

 
I shrugged. “I’ll try my best.”

 
Julian studied me for a moment, and then his eyes glinted with mischief. He ran
his fingers up my thigh, to my crotch, and started playing with the edge of my
panties. I shot him a pointed look and said, “You better stop that right now. I
can’t drive like this. It’s distracting.” Julian made a grumbling noise, but he
didn’t pull his hand away.

 
“I have to wait until lunch before I can lay my hands on you again. That’s at
least three excruciating hours. I’ll be damned if I don’t take ever second I
have between now and then to run my hands all over your exquisite body.”

 
My lip started trembling, and my sex clenched in expectation of his fingers.
Julian wasn’t the only one who was insatiable. I was addicted to him too. I wanted
his hands all over me, all of the time. He was becoming almost as vital to me
as breathing. When we reached the next stop light, Julian slipped his finger
between my underwear and started massaging my clit. There were cars all around
us. I could hear the music blaring from the car behind us, and the driver of
the red corvette to our right was talking on his cellphone. I looked at Julian,
and his eyes were ravenous, and I could tell he was intent on getting me off.
“We’re in public, Julian,” I mumbled, but didn’t shift away from him. I leaned
back my head, and enjoyed the pleasure he was giving me.

 
“That’s what I thought,” he said. “You’re a little closet exhibitionist, aren’t
you?”

 
I don’t know what took a hold of me. But somehow his words hit a nerve, and his
fingers touched me just right. Waves of euphoria started coursing through me,
and I had to press my lips together tightly to keep from moaning. When the last
burst of ecstasy had passed through me, I looked to my right and saw that the driver
of the corvette had finished his call, and was now staring at me with his mouth
dropped open. Julian followed my line of vision, then shrugged at the driver
and chuckled. A moment later the light turned green and I just took off,
feeling slightly embarrassed, but mostly thrilled beyond belief. I glanced
quickly at Julian and he looked totally pleased with himself. “We’ll have to
try that again sometime,” he said, giving me a wicked smile.

 
I shook my head, and said, “You’re so going to be the end of me,” but I didn’t
mean it. If anything, he’d brought me back to life. He most certainly wasn’t
the end of me. He was instead the beginning of something mind-blowing,
something I’d craved for a long time without even knowing it.