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“Oh.” I hate the way she sounds disappointed, even though she’s obviously trying to hide it. “Of course you do. When do you leave?”
“I need to take the first ferry to the mainland in the morning. I’ll get a flight from there.”
“No helicopter swooping onto Liberty this time?” she teases.
“I think I’ll go for a less dramatic exit.” I follow her to the living room, where she’s obviously been writing all day. Her laptop is open, there are handwritten notes scattered on the coffee table. “Did I interrupt you?”
“No. I’ve finished for the day. Just gotta tidy up.” She shuffles the papers into a loose pile. “So, tonight is our last night,” she says. “I guess we need to make it count.”
“It’s not our last night,” I say. She’s bent over the coffee table, and the oversized sweater has ridden up to reveal her panties. I reach for her hips, pulling her ass against my front. Her breath hitches.
“What were you writing today?” I murmur, kissing the back of her neck.
She lets out a contented sigh. “A fight scene.”
“Not a sex scene?” I ask. “Shame.” She wrote one the other day and I came home and reaped the benefits.
“That’s next week’s job. The last one. The makeup sex.” She turns to look at me, her gaze warm. “I was hoping you’d be here for inspiration, but I guess I’ll have to use my imagination.”
“I have something that might help.” I remember what I found on my laptop earlier.
“What?”
I pull up my phone, accessing the system. “Turn on the television.”
She gives me a curious look, but does it anyway. Then I log in to my own private access, the part of the security system that I know is beyond locked down. I scroll down with my thumb until I find what I need.
Then I Chromecast it to the seventy-inch screen.
It flickers, as the video comes to life. And what appears is a blurry image, especially blown up that big, but the view of the lighthouse door is clear. Even at night.
“What is this?” she asks. “Have you been spying on me?”
I shake my head and fast forward the footage. Two people come into view.Us. The me on the video feed spins her around, slams her back against the front door. We say some words that can’t be heard, then she grabs my face, kissing me hard and deep.
“Oh my God, Asher,” the real Francie whispers. Her cheeks are pink as she watches me deepen the kiss. We both look angry. Probably because we were. “It’s the night of the dinner party,” she murmurs.
“Yeah.”
She’s still against me. Her back to my front. I absentmindedly start to caress her stomach as video-Francie drops to her knees and starts to run her tongue over my dick.
My body heats, like it can feel the softness of her tongue. Francie watches, her breath speeding.
Then the screen-me pulls her up and hooks her leg around my hip as I thrust inside her so hard it makes her head fall back.
The real her gasps. I run my hands up her body, under the sweater, groaning when I find that she’s not wearing a bra. Her breasts are soft, her nipples hard. Her breath catches as I start to play with them.
“See how beautiful you are?” I murmur in her ear. “When I found this, I nearly fucking came in my pants. I was supposed to be working.”
We start to fuck harder on the screen. All I can look at is her face though. The way it’s flushed, so close to pleasure.
She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.
“Asher,” the real her whispers. She rocks against my back and I get the message. Sliding my hand down, I hook my fingers beneath the waistband of her panties.
And then I find her warm wetness waiting for me. One touch of her clit and she lets out a cry.
On screen, she drops her head against my neck, and I know that she’s close. It’s the same in real life. I slide a finger inside of her, my thumb rubbing gentle circles on her clit as she rests her head against me.
