“Are you almost ready?”
Mary stood looking at herself in the full length mirror. She wore a long, black dress with a plunging neckline that accepted her full breasts. Her long, red hair was blow dried and flowing, her makeup perfect. She pressed her lips together one last time as she fought the wild butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She was as ready now as she was ever going to be.
“I’m ready,” Mary yelled back through the closed bathroom door to her roommate on the other side. She took one final look at herself then wiped her damp palms on her just donned dress. Leaning forward, she adjusted her wire frame glasses and exhaled deeply still staring in the mirror.
“Sorry I made you wait,” she apologized, walking out of the hotel room bathroom. Her friend was sitting on one of the two twin beds with a huge smile on her face. “I’m ready now, really.”
“I’ve never seen you like this before. We’re just going to dinner. It’s not a big deal at all.”
“I know, I know,” Mary agreed as she pulled her convention badge over her head.
Grabbing her purse, she headed for the door, following Louise. She would let her friend continue to think she suffered from a bad case of convention jitters. Even though Mary was a little nervous about attending her second romance novel convention, there was another reason for her fluttery stomach and damp palms. The reason was downstairs and named Andrew Moore.
Andrew Moore was an up-and-coming actor and model from Los Angeles. Mary met him online months ago and got him involved with romance novel cover modeling. In fact, Mary was a romance author and had gotten one of the publishers she worked with to sponsor Andrew to attend the convention. She and Andrew had emailed and called each other for months before the convention took place. During those conversations things would get flirty between the two of them. Mary was fully aware Andrew was way out of her league, but it was so easy to flirt with him when he was a thousand miles away. Now things had changed drastically because they were in the same hotel and he was going to be at the same dinner she was going to right now.
Standing in the descending elevator Mary remembered their last conversation in instant messaging. In that discussion, Andrew had typed to her what he wanted to do with her if he ever got her alone. Mary swallowed hard and told herself to relax because there was no way he’d been serious that day. He was a gorgeous man who could have any woman he wanted. There was no way he would ever be interested in plain, ole her. She thought he simply enjoyed teasing her.
Louise and Mary found the darkened ballroom filled with round tables and pulsing with too-loud music from the eighties. The dinner service was about to begin.
“Look for somewhere to sit,” Louise yelled in Mary’s ear.
Mary nodded and squinted, trying to make out the shapes of people in the dark. Since they’d gotten to the ballroom late, almost all the seats were already taken. Louise touched Mary’s arm and motioned for her to follow. Walking through the room, Mary saw many of the conference attendees were dressed for the night’s dinner theme of medieval times. Most attendees of the conference were women, so every time Mary saw a man dressed as a knight scattered throughout the room, she held her breath as she tried to determine if she was looking at Andrew in the darkness.
Louise finally found two empty chairs at a table and she and Mary sat down. A few minutes had passed when Mary felt two hands on her shoulders. She looked up to see Debra smiling down at her. Debra was a friend from one of her publishers.
“I found you,” she yelled in Mary’s ear as she leaned over to hug her. “Wait until I tell you. He has been waiting to meet you all night. He kept asking me when you would be down here.”
Mary’s heart skipped a beat, and she was relieved the room was dark enough to hide her hot cheeks. There was no need to even ask who Debra was talking about. Mary knew she meant Andrew.
“Really? He’s been asking about me?” She was torn with wanting to go upstairs to her room to hide and rushing over to meet Andrew.
“Yeah, he’s sitting with us over there,” Debra explained as she gestured to the opposite side of the ballroom. “He wanted me to find you so you can sit with him.”
“What’s going on?” Louise leaned over to ask Mary. It was so loud she couldn’t hear the entire conversation.
“Andrew Moore wants me to go sit with him for dinner. I’m not going to though…” she trailed off. She didn’t want to leave her friend by herself for dinner with a table full of strangers.
“Go sit with him, don’t worry about me. If he wanted me to sit with him I’d leave you here in a second.”
Mary laughed as she picked up her purse and got up from the table. “Well in that case, I’ll be seeing you later.” She couldn’t get the smile off her face if her life depended on it.
“Come on,” Debra said as she started to lead Mary across the dark ballroom.
While walking behind Debra, Mary told herself to remain calm, Andrew was a regular person. Of course he was a regular person with wash board abs and eyes that could melt the hardest steel, but he was still a regular person none the less.
They reached the table where Andrew sat and Mary hoped she wouldn’t throw up or pass out or both.
As soon as he saw Mary, Andrew stood up from his seat and walked around the table to her. They stood and looked at each other, blatantly checking each other out. Even though they were in the dark, Mary thought he was more handsome in person than in his photos.
“Here she is, Andrew,” Debra said over the music as she walked past him. Debra turned around and stopped right behind him. “Oh my god,” she mouthed to Mary before she went back to her seat at the table.
“Hey you,” Andrew greeted her with a deep voice she immediately recognized from the many hours they had spent on the phone.
“Hey.” She stared at him, noting he was taller than she thought he would be. When she glanced down at what he was wearing, she couldn’t help but start grinning. He was wearing dark pants and shoes with a dark red tunic trimmed in silver and a lion crest on his chest.
“Nice outfit,” she joked, leaning in towards him so he could hear her.
“Yeah, I’m your knight in shining armor… Well, without the armor.” When he looked at her, his eyes narrowed, as if he were trying to look inside her and not just at her. “In fact,” he started as he moved in closer to her, “I plan on stealing you away, taking you back to my castle and having my way with you. I already told you the other day my plans for you.”
Mary felt Andrew’ breath on her face and immediately chills ran up and down her spine. She knew exactly what he was talking about because it was the same conversation she had just remembered a few minutes ago. Mary saw some of the people from their table staring at them. She was thankful the music was so loud no one else could hear their discussion.
“People are looking at us.”
“Good, let them,” he replied back before kissing her with exaggeration on the cheek. He stepped back and smiled a silly smile at her, well aware they had an audience. He looked to her as if he was enjoying himself.
She leaned closer to him again so he could hear what she was going to say. “Great. Now everyone is going to be talking about us.” He didn’t know how fast gossip traveled at conferences like this one. Everyone would know she was kissed by one of the models by the morning, even if it was only on the cheek.
“As if I care what anyone here thinks. Well, anyone but you.”
The wait staff entered the room, carrying trays of food to serve dinner. After a waitress walked past them with a tray of salad plates, Andrew turned and pulled out a chair from the table.
“Your seat, my dear. I saved it just for you.”
She sat down and he sat next to her to her left. Their waitress made her way around the table passing out salad plates to each person. Mary knew there was no way she was going to be able to eat much of anything in front of Andrew.
Mary glanced around the table and saw Debra smiling at her. She knew there would be questioning the next day about everything Andrew said to her.
The lights raised and the loud music turned into soft dinner music. She looked around the room as she pushed her uneaten salad around on the plate. She felt Andrew touch her arm and she looked at him.
“You know, you really are beautiful. You’re pictures don’t do you justice.”
Mary cringed, hoping no one at their table heard what he said to her. When she looked at him, she couldn’t tell if he was teasing her or being serious, so she did what she normally did when she was uncomfortable. She resorted to using sarcasm.
“Yeah, right.” She shook her head and rolled her eyes at him, then continued to play with her untouched food.
“No, I mean it. You are.”
She was relieved when the waitress came to take away her salad and placed her dinner in front of her. Anything to stop the uncomfortable conversation they were now having. Sitting quietly, Mary watched everyone else eat as she pushed her food around her plate like she had with her salad.
“Are you going to eat that?”
“What?”
“Your dinner, you haven’t eaten any of it. Don’t you want it?”
Looking at Andrew’ plate, she saw he had already finished his entire meal. She looked back at hers which she never even tried.
“No, do you want it?”
“Are you sure?” he asked as he lifted his empty plate and traded it for hers.
Mary laughed. The guy could eat. “You can have it. I don’t want it.”
Andrew devoured Mary’s plate of food as if he hadn’t eaten his own just a few minutes earlier. He was gorgeous even while he ate. She knew she liked him even before meeting him in person, but now…
Mary realized she must have been staring at him because he stopped eating, his fork in midair. Andrew narrowed his eyes as he looked at her, which made her heart beat faster. The look on his face seemed so intense to her.
“What?”
“Nothing. I’m sorry. Nothing.” Mary looked away, feeling stupid he caught her staring at him. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Andrew put down his fork. He wiped his face and stood up next to her. It took everything she had not to turn and look at him.
“Come on, come with me,” he leaned down and whispered into her ear. “I want to get out of here. Let’s go.”
Mary stood up and saw everyone from their table looking at the two of them.
“We’re going to go.” She looked at Debra who had an eyebrow raised and a smile. Yeah, she was going to get the third degree tomorrow for sure, Mary thought.
“See you later everyone. Have a great night,” Andrew said as he waved, then turned to lead Mary out of the ballroom.
“So where are we going?” She could feel eyes on them as they exited the room.
“You’re room,” Andrew replied as he slid his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him.
“My room?” Mary noticed a few women from the conference watching her and Andrew walking side by side through the hotel lobby towards the elevators. She knew that, by tomorrow morning, there were going to be all kinds of rumors about the two of them. She felt slightly ill.
Mary stopped walking and Andrew’ arm jerked around her waist.
“We can’t go to my room.” It was out of the question. If anyone saw them go into a hotel room together, there would be no explaining that at all.
“Okay, fine. We’ll go to mine then.”
“What? No way! No hotel rooms at all. That’s how rumors get started. I like my life drama free.” She was amazed at how nonchalant he seemed to be about going to a room together.
“Come on; take me to your room. I waited over six months to meet you and I want to be alone with you.” Andrew grasped her hand and took a step, pulling her with him.
“You want to be alone with me?”
“Yeah. I want to be able to talk to you alone, without anyone interrupting us, or watching us. There’s nothing wrong with that. People are going to think what they want anyhow. So come on, let’s go.”
Mary reluctantly started following Andrew as he continued towards the elevators. She hoped all he wanted to do was talk. Something in the way he looked at her made her think he had more on his mind than just talking. Although the very idea that he would want something sexual from her was insane. All those times he’d written to her and she replied back racy responses, she thought he was just joking and being flirty. It never occurred to her he was serious about any of it.
The thought of the two of them together sexually was crazy. Andrew was tall, dark and handsome with a killer body. Mary saw many of his modeling photos, some of which were of him completely nude. He was way out of her league.
Mary on the other hand, while pretty with long red hair and blue eyes, was far from perfect. She always fought a constant battle with the scale and had recently come to terms with the fact she would always have hips and a butt no matter how many miles she logged on her treadmill. There was no doubt in her mind that Andrew could have any woman he wanted, so it made absolutely no sense he would want her.
As they reached the hotel elevators and entered one, she rationalized to herself that he probably only did want to talk to her. There was no way in hell he would want anything else. They were only friends.
“What floor are you on?” he asked as his hand hovered over the circular buttons.
“Twelve.”
The elevator started moving upwards and there was silence around them. Mary felt the need to break the silence.
“I can’t believe you dressed up.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t going to dress up, but one of the authors made this for me, so I said I would. But you won’t catch me in any damned wings tomorrow at that fairy ball,” he joked. He was clearly not the dress-up-in-a-costume type of guy.
The elevator stopped and the doors opened.
“This way,” Mary directed turning to the right. Her room was directly off the elevator. She looked around noting there was no one else in the hall as she dipped her room key into the slot on her door. Thank goodness no one would see them going into her room together. They both entered the room and the door closed and locked behind them with a metallic click.
“I’m gonna use your bathroom.”
While he was in the bathroom, Mary looked at herself in a mirror as she stepped out of her heels. She took a deep breath to try to calm her nerves. She could hear Andrew in the other room washing his hands. When she heard him come toward her, she turned and looked at him with a nervous smile.
“Which bed is yours?”
“That one,” Mary answered as she pointed to the bed to her right. Andrew walked past her and sat on it, leaning against the headboard.
“Come on, sit down,” he beckoned as he patted the spot next to him. “I don’t bite.”
He started laughing his unique laugh that Mary heard many times before on the phone. It was both cute and sexy at the same time.
She walked over and sat at the foot of the bed, right on the edge away from Andrew. When she looked at him, he was squinting at her, giving her that look again, just as he had downstairs. The look he gave her made her uneasy.
“What?”
He made her very self conscious of herself and incredibly nervous. Looking at him in the light of her room, she noticed things about him she hadn’t earlier. His skin was flawless, without the tiniest blemish. His hair was a bit unruly and boyish looking. He seemed totally relaxed reclined on her bed.
“Why are you staring at me? You’re freaking me out.”
“I meant what I said downstairs. You really are beautiful.”
“Yeah, okay,” she retorted with a roll of her eyes. “Hey, since you’re here, I have some magazines you’re on the cover of I want you to sign.”
Mary went to her suitcase and took out a few magazines and a marker. She went over to Andrew to hand them to him. When she reached out to give him the items, he surprised her by grabbing her arm and pulling her down onto his lap. The magazines and marker fell on the bed next to him.
“What are you…” she started to ask him. She wasn’t able to finish her question though, because Andrew’ lips were pressed firmly against hers. She started to protest, but stopped when she heard a small moan escape from him. His tongue brushed up against her lips and any thought of protesting immediately left her.
Mary opened her mouth to his as her arms wrapped around his neck. Andrew’ tongue touched hers and her pussy throbbed with an ache stronger than any she’d ever felt before. She gasped and she knew he had to have heard her.
One of Andrew’ hands touched Mary’s knee, then started slowly working its way up her leg to her inner thigh. His hand paused for a moment when it reached the top of the lace thigh high stocking she wore, then started moving up her leg again.
Mary’s heart raced as Andrew’ hand found her panties. His hand rubbed the damp material between her legs. Mary sighed and placed a hand on his chest. She knew exactly what he looked like with his shirt off from all the modeling photos she’d seen of him. It was difficult to believe she was actually touching him in person.
Andrew moved her so that she was lying on her back with him sitting next to her. She watched him pull off the tunic he wore, revealing that smooth chest and ripped abs. She saw he was watching her.
“Want to touch me?”
“No, that’s okay.”
“Really? I thought you liked my abs.”
Mary sat up and scooted herself off the bed, straightening her dress as she walked towards the wall mirror. She needed to put some space between them.
“Mary, what’s wrong?”
When she looked at him through the mirror in front of her, she could see disappointment on his face.
Andrew walked up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. They stared at each other in the mirror. “I don’t understand why you stopped, why did you walk away from me?”
“Look, I got you here; I got you sponsored to come to the convention. You don’t have to try to pay me back or anything.”
He frowned. “You think this is all about paying you back for helping me? That’s not what I’m doing. Did you consider that maybe I just wanted to be with you? That maybe I like you and I find you attractive? Don’t you know me by now, after all the months that we’ve talked? Is it so hard to believe that I think you are amazing and that I want to make love to you tonight?
“You write about passion and love and lust, but have you ever let yourself experience any of it? Have you ever made love with someone just because he wanted you and you wanted him just as much? Haven’t you ever been with someone because there was such an attraction between you that you had to acknowledge it? Yes we’re friends and we always will be. But I’m also telling you I want to be with you, and I’m pretty sure you want to be with me too.”
Mary stood looking at him, amazed that he really did want to make love to her after all. She was trying to decide what she should do.
“Listen, I’m not one of the guys from one of your books. I’m not able to take you off into the sunset and for us to spend forever together. All I can offer you is right now and one night of passion you will never forget.”
Andrew gently moved the hair from one side of Mary’s neck and leaned down to kiss the tender flesh. She closed her eyes, thinking about everything he’d said to her, and she sighed out loud, not caring if he heard her.
He was right about her. She wrote about love and lust but never actually ever experienced them herself.
“Am I going to spend the night with you?” he asked and his breath tickled her. His tongue continued its path down her neck.
Mary leaned back into him and she felt his strong arms wrap around her, pulling her closer to him. Her ass pressed against him, and there was no mistaking the hardness of his cock pressing on her.
She turned around with his arms still around her so they stood chest to chest.
“Stay with me tonight, please.”
There was no hesitation before they kissed, their lips immediately found each other. As they kissed, her hands touched his bare chest. Her fingertips grazed the smooth skin, circled his hardened nipples until her hands moved down to his abdominal muscles. Finally her fingers skimmed the top of his black pants and paused there.
Without breaking from their kisses, Andrew took one of Mary’s hands and guided it to his erection straining hard against the material of his pants. She rubbed her hand against the length of him. Her heart was racing.
He stopped kissing her and took a step away. She looked at him, confused, not sure why he’d stopped. Before she was able to ask him what he was doing, he took her dress at her waist and started pulling it up over her head. She raised her arms and he continued to pull it off of her, then dropped it on the floor next to them. He stood, his eyes wandering over her.
She stood in front of him wearing a black bra and panties with lace topped black thigh highs.
“Is something wrong?” she asked him.
He didn’t answer her, but instead took off his shoes and socks. Then he removed his black pants, dropping them on the floor next to her dress. He stood in front of her wearing a pair of white boxer briefs. She was able to see his erection now through the material of his underwear. He was huge, but she already knew that from some of the naked pictures of him she’d seen. She was so nervous she was sure he was able to hear her heart thumping in her chest.
Andrew took Mary by the hand and led her to the bed. “Let me take these off,” he said as he gently pulled her panties down from her hips to her feet. “Sit down,” he instructed.
She sat on the edge of the bed and he knelt in front of her. He separated her knees so she was fully exposed to him.
“You really are beautiful,” he murmured, “Open your legs more for me.”
Mary opened her legs further and watched as Andrew kneeled between her thighs. He leaned forward and she felt his tongue move across her throbbing sex. She gasped at the sensation and her desire to feel more from him. His tongue moved up and down along her pussy a few more times before he used his hands to pull back her glistening lips to find her hardened clit.
When the tip of his tongue flicked back and forth against the erect bud, Mary moaned out loud. She felt one of his fingers slowly slide into her as he licked her, and she had to use every ounce of strength she had not to come undone. The way he made her feel was incredible. She moved her hips up slightly to meet his mouth. She could feel an orgasm growing inside of her, blossoming from deep within her. Her body washed over with radiant heat.
He started sliding his finger in and out of her faster while teasing her clit, and Mary couldn’t hold back her orgasm any longer. She threw her head back and cried out as she came hard in Andrew’ mouth.
When the last tiny spasm of her orgasm finally disappeared, she sat on the bed panting for breath. Andrew got up from his knees and pulled off his boxer briefs. She could see the tip of his cock was wet and glistening with precum. She could also see he had a fire in his eyes that she’d never seen come from another man.
Mary scooted herself back on the bed and unhooked her bra, throwing it on the floor next to the bed. She lay down and reached her arms up to him, beckoning him to join her.
“Come here.”
Andrew climbed onto the bed with Mary and she parted her legs so he would have room between them. He laid down over her, holding himself up on one of his forearms. Leaning down, his tongue started to lick and circle one of her nipples. It immediately hardened. His mouth closed over the erect bud, sucking gently and she sighed in pleasure. While he sucked her breast, Andrew moved his hips against hers, causing her pussy to throb again. She wanted desperately to feel his hard cock inside of her.
It was almost as if he had read her mind. Andrew reached down with one hand and slowly guided himself to Mary’s slick opening. He looked down at her, staring into her eyes as he pushed the head his cock past her lips and deep into her. She gasped as her body adjusted to the largeness of him.
Andrew closed his eyes and quietly muttered “Fuck,” before opening his eyes again to look at her. He leaned down and kissed her lips as his hips started to move slowly. His erection slid in and out of her, their hips moving in unison. His hips began to move faster and his breathing got harder and more labored. Sometimes he would moan a tiny moan as he pushed himself deep inside of her. Finally he closed his eyes and pumped her pussy faster and faster.
Mary dug her nails into his back as he fucked her hard. She was surprised when she realized she was going to come again. Usually she had to have more time before she could come again, but not this time with him.
“I’m going to come again,” she cried out before another orgasm ripped through her, much stronger than the first.
Andrew groaned after her words and slammed himself into her further than he had before. His eyes were squeezed shut and she could feel him shudder in her arms as he came inside her.
They both lay trying to catch their breath.
“Damn, that was incredible. You are incredible,” he said.
Mary smiled and reached up to brush his disheveled hair. “I was thinking the same about you. That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“Well wait, the night’s not over yet,” he said as he thrust his hips against hers, his cock still inside of her. “By tomorrow morning, you’ll have a ton of new material for a new book.”
“Oh really?”
“Lots of material. Why don’t you text your roommate and let her know to stop here and I’ll give her my room key. She can stay in my room tonight. I don’t plan on going back there until tomorrow.”
“Seriously?”
“I’m completely serious. I plan on inspiring you all night. Just do me a favor, okay? Make sure you dedicate the book to me for giving you the inspiration.”
“Deal,” she agreed. “I promise I’ll dedicate whatever I write to you and it will be our little secret.”
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