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Gabrielle leaned against the tile in Hugh’s shower the next morning, staring into his aggressive eyes as he rubbed soap into his chest.
“What are you thinking about?” He washed under his arm. “Nervous about the show? I don’t know why. This isn’t new to you, Gabrielle.”
“I’m used to doing talk shows and things but it’s different this time. Then, it was about modeling, my realm. It’s now about the film and I don’t wanna screw anything up.”
“You won’t.” He gave her a wet peck on the lips. “Stop worrying. You got this.” He turned her around and squeezed the sponge against her back as soapsuds cascaded through the crack of her ass.
“Mm. This is the best shower I’ve ever had.”
He kissed her back. “Me too.”
“I wasn’t just thinking about the show.” She pressed her finger against the chestnut-brown tile. “I was wondering what makes me and Loya different from other women.”
He stopped kissing her. “What?”
She glanced over her shoulder, catching his annoyed expression.
“Why in the world are you bringing Loya up? No better way to kill the mood than mentioning my ex-wife.” He turned his back to her, washing. “Damn.”
“I didn’t mean to kill the mood, but you asked what was on my mind.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have.”
She touched his shoulder, and he faced her. “I want to know why you committed to us. What makes us different from the other women you’ve been with?”
“I never loved Loya the way I love you.”
“But, what made you marry Loya? You had to see something special in her.”
He washed his elbows. “She was one of my favorite actresses, and I was excited to work with her. During the film, we gravitated toward each other and spent a lot of long nights together, talking.”
“Talking?”
“She was more nervous during my film than she’d been with other projects, so she had concerns and we’d talk about them. That’s how we got close, but I have a rule I don’t get involved with people in my projects while we’re still working on things.”
“Hello.” She raised her hand, grinning. “That rule’s been broken big time, Hugh.”
He chuckled, nodding. “That proves you’re special.” He kissed her, rubbing his damp chin against hers. “Loya’s the past. Just like the guy who hurt you.” He lay his fingers on her stomach. “If I ever meet that bastard I don’t know what I’d do.”
She shut her eyes, relaxing in his touch.
“I swear on my life I’d never do anything like that to you.”
She licked water off her mouth. “Do you want children?”
“With you?” He kissed her. “More than anything.” He applied more soap to the sponge and squeezed the lather over her nipples. “You like that?”
“Yes.” Her clit vibrated from anticipation of having Hugh on his knees, pleasing her with his soft mouth. “Rub them.”
“Like this?” He moved the tip of his fingers back and forth across her nipple.
“Uh-huh. Oh, God. I’ve never been with a man who felt so good even when he wasn’t inside me.”
“I could be inside you.” He positioned the showerhead, rinsing her nipples.
“Oh. Lower the showerhead, please.”
He aimed the water at her pussy, laughing.
She stroked the inside of her thighs as the water from the showerhead urged her to orgasm.
“Come for me, Gabrielle.” He circled his hand around his dick, leaving it white with lather. “You like that water on your pussy?”
“Yes.” She propped her foot on the glass, shower door, allowing the water full access.
“That’s it.” Hugh jerked himself. “I’ve never seen something so sexy. “Stick your fingers inside. I wanna watch you fuck yourself.”
Gabrielle fondled her clit.
“How does it feel?”
“Exciting.” She chuckled, water slapping her pussy. “Like being fucked while hanging from the door of a helicopter that’s raging through the sky.”
He laughed. “That sure as hell would make a damn good movie scene.”
With her eyes closed, she moved her hand swift, maneuvering her pussy to orgasm. “Oh, yes.” She gyrated, sucking water off her lip. “I’m coming.”
“Come for me,” Hugh whispered.
Shit, she’d forgotten his ass was even in the room.
She leaned down, stroking herself. “Oh.”
“Come on, Gabrielle.”
She fell back on the tile, panting as if she’d run a marathon.
“Jesus.” Hugh stared at her, loosening the hold of his dick. “That was so beautiful. Are you ready for the show?”
She guffawed. “I’m ready for just about anything right now.”
****
After the 350-pound, flamboyant Corey Smith got through with his daily routine of slamming celebrities and spreading gossip, he introduced Gabrielle, Hugh, and Dash to his audience of crazed, celebrity-obsessed fans.
The three sat on the set in pumpkin-orange chairs, as Gabrielle’s head pounded.
“Are you all right?” Hugh sat beside her.
She patted the thick, loose waves of her hair. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”
Corey danced, getting the crowd hype.
“Hugh, we love you,” a woman yelled from the audience.
He snickered, inciting Gabrielle’s jealous.
“Dash!” A group of women jumped up in the far back.
Dash smiled and waved, but seemed as anxious as Gabrielle was.
Hugh stood, blowing kisses and teasing the women.
A woman jumped up and lifted her shirt, flashing her beige bra. “Dash, this is for you!”
Gabrielle dropped her head, covering her eyes. “God.”
Hugh laughed while Dash looked as if he wanted to sit under the chair.
“Hold on honey this is my show.” Corey snapped his fingers in the woman’s face. “No wants to see your sagging ta-tas, honey.”
The audience laughed.
“Goodness, the animals are out the cage today.” Corey fanned. “Okay, let’s get started, shall we?”
“Ow!” A man howled in the third row. “Gabrielle, I love you, baby!”
Hugh watched her with the side-eye.
“What?” She chuckled. “I didn’t say anything when you were blowing kisses to the ladies.”
He huffed, rolling his eyes.
“Dash!” More Dash fans jumped around as if they were on crack.
“Shut up, now.” Corey flicked his hand at the audience. “Don’t you wanna talk to them?”
“Yes,” the audience yelled.
A redheaded woman in the front row waved. “I love your movies, Hugh.”
“Can I be in your next movie?” A busty blonde woman jiggled her assets.
Hugh did that “pretending-not-to-recognize-a-woman-flirting-but-I-want-you-to-keep-doing-it” laugh men did.
“Can we please get started?” Corey laughed. “Let’s talk about the movie and how all this came about—”
“Hugh!” A woman threw a pair of white panties at him.
“Whoa.” Hugh glanced at the drawers at his feet.
Gabrielle nudged him. “Touch those and you’ll never get mine again.”
“Now wait a minute here.” Corey stuck his nose in the air. “What heifer threw her drawers?” He kicked them off stage. “This isn’t that kind of show.” He patted the thick bangs of his platinum-blond boy cut. “I’m lying.”
The audience went wild.
Corey sat in the chair beside Gabrielle. “So, how are you all doing today?”
“Fine.” Hugh nodded. “Thanks for having us, Corey.”
“The pleasure was all mine, Hugh.” Corey flirted. “We all want to know about Fatal Honor.”
The audience cheered.
“Now, Hugh you’re known for directing some of this decade’s hottest action blockbusters. Terminal Attraction is one of my favorite movies ever.” Corey bounced in the seat. “I don’t know what was hotter in that movie, the action scenes or the loving.”
The audience roared.
Hugh laughed. “Glad you enjoyed it.”
“How in the world do you come up with such a great blend of action and romance?”
“I draw from personal experience.” Hugh winked at the audience and they whistled in response. “I like my movies like I like my women, explosive, sexy, and dangerous.” He smirked at Gabrielle.
“Whoa.” Corey tapped his forehead. “It’s getting so hot in here I’m about to explode. What’s it like to get the chance to direct an Ian Delfino film?”
“It’s the chance of a lifetime.” Hugh pulled at his black slacks. “I’ve been a fan of Ian’s movies since I was a kid and it’s exciting to bring our visions together.”