Caught on Camera (Black Towers Book 1) (5 page)

“We were so good together, Georgie,” he said. “What happened to us?”

Something shifted in her gaze at the sound of his nickname for her. He could almost see her retreating within herself.

“People move on. Grow up.”

“That night with the band—”

“The band broke up, Cole.” She yanked her hands from his and stepped back. “
We
broke up.”

“Bands get back together.” He took a step forward. “We could get back together.”

Had he really just said that?

“It’s not that simple.” She shook her head and stumbled backwards.

“It could be.”

“Cole. You might be able to go back to the way we were, but I never will.” Leaving Cole with his mouth hanging open in surprise, Georgia turned and hurried out of the building before her could stop her.

Chapter Four
 

“You think I’m a bad role model for your kids? What do you
think
they do when you’re not around?”
-Georgia Evans, star of Jungle Heat, age seventeen

It had been one heck of a day. As Georgia lay in bed, sipping on a steaming mug of tea with honey, she sighed to herself. After texting her agent that the meeting had
not
gone well, Georgia had shut off her phone and focused on trying to get Cole Anderson out of her mind, but hadn’t been able to do it. The harder she tried to push him from her mind, the more memories had risen to the surface.

As she placed her tea on her bedside table, she knocked over her makeup bag, spilling the contents on the floor. Swearing, she leaned out of bed to pick up the scattered lipsticks and compacts. Lying in the middle of the glossy tubes was her bright purple vibrator. She stared at it, her fingers twitching.

Just like the video, Cole had first introduced her to sex toys in Paris. At two in the morning, drunk on red wine, they’d visited a kinky little shop and purchased one of everything.

This wasn’t the same exact vibrator she’d bought in Paris, but it was similar. And in the privacy of her own home, she could admit that when she used it, she often thought of Cole.

There was too much space between them now to ever be crossed again.

But that didn’t mean that, in the privacy of her own home, she couldn’t fantasize about something more.

Home was safe. Fantasies were safe. Perhaps if she took the edge off, she’d be able to clear her mind of all these torrid thoughts where Cole was concerned. Then she could focus on what was important: making her big comeback.

Yeah. With a yogurt commercial.

Georgia reached over onto the floor and picked up the see-through container. Opening the snap lid, she stared at the large vibrator.

The ends of the body were curved, designed to both stimulate her clitoris and penetrate her backside just a bit. The long, slim middle slipped in between her folds, and the large wings covered most of her sensitive area. The black straps were detachable, allowing the vibrator to be used by herself or with a partner.

Tonight she would leave the straps on.

Removing her sweats, she slid under the down comforter and secured the vibrator into place, sliding the straps over her hips.

Rolling over onto her stomach, she slid a hand down between her legs and flicked the vibe on. It buzzed to life, quietly pulsing against her clit.

No. She needed more. She needed it all.

Her thumb urged the dial to full blast, and she moaned as the sensations played out over her sensitive flesh.

It still wasn’t enough. As she rolled her hips into the mattress, Georgia let her mind drift back to one of their nights in Paris… one of the night that had been caught on camera.

“Pick your poison, Georgie.”

Cole grinned wickedly at her as he set up the camera on a tripod, angled toward the bed. She arched an eyebrow in return as she upended the massive bags of sex toys that they’d purchased onto the plush carpet of the hotel room floor.

Aware that he was watching every move that she made, Georgia made a show of sorting through their treasures. The fascinated young sales clerk, star-struck by the paid of them, had been more than willing to explain the uses of each and every item, from something called ben-wa balls to vibrators, anal plugs to cock rings.

Georgia’s excitement ramped up as Cole watched her run her fingers over something called a butterfly vibe. The wet heat between her legs clenched as he tore his shirt up and over his head.

No, they’d played with the butterfly before. This time… this time she wanted something more.

“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll be coming inside of you before we play with anything at all.” Cole’s voice was full of warning as he stalked to the bed that Georgia knelt at the foot of. He undid the zipper of his jeans, then helped her up off of the floor.

“That’s not exactly a deterrent, you know.” Still giddy from the wine they’d consumed, Georgia held out her choice. It was a long, thick vibrator—a huge thing, really. Bigger even that Cole.

“Really?” He arched an eyebrow before taking it from her hand. “That might hurt you, babe.”

“I know.” Her voice was raspy with need. God, just talking about sex with Cole made her hotter than anything ever had before. “I need it tonight. I need something… more.”

“Well then.” Before Georgia could suck in another breath, Cole had his free hand fisted in her hair, tugging just hard enough to make her nerves spark to life. Dropping the vibrator down on the bed, Cole used his free hand to rip her flimsy party dress right down the front. Beneath it she wore a shelf bra that did little more than offer her breasts up to him like they were displayed on a platter.

The thong she wore was little more than two strings sewn together. Georgia huffed out a laugh of delight when Cole’s eyes closed in on it and he growled.

“Dirty girl.” Letting go of her hair, he seized the bitsy strings in both hands, one on her stomach, one above the curve of her ass. “Someone was looking to get fucked tonight.”

“By you? Always.” A moan shuddered out of her as Cole slowly began to work the string back and forth between the cleft of her ass, her pussy, the string pulling tight over flesh that was suddenly engorged with need. “Oh fuck, that’s good, baby.”

“Not as good as it’s going to be.” Tugging on the string hard enough to make Georgia rise up onto her toes against the pressure, he pushed her back onto the bed. She went willingly, propping herself up on her elbows, her eyes hooded as she watched Cole slide his jeans down his hips, leaving him in nothing but a snug pair of briefs.

“You’re going to have to be fucking drenched to take that vibe.” To tease her, he held it up, let the light shine off of it. Georgia’s mouth went dry. Cole was big, but that thing was huge.

God, it was going to be so good. Unconsciously, she clenched her thighs together to assuage the ache of anticipation.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Tossing the vibrator down on the bed again, Cole clasped Georgia’s thighs in his hands and pushed her legs open again. With a wicked grin, he dipped his head and blew warm air softly over her pussy.

“Oh, God. Just give it to me.” Her hips arched, reaching in vain for him mouth. He chuckled and pulled back.

“Not yet. First I’m going to make you scream.” Shifting quickly, Cole reached down and grabbed the butterfly vibrator that she’d first picked up. Georgia whimpered as he slid her slender legs through the straps and settled the wings right over her labia.

But wait… this was different. This one… oh God.

“Something a little different, baby?” Cole grinned at her as she shifted on the bed, trying to get used to the new sensation. When he flicked the butterfly on to a low hum, Georgia cried out, her hips bucking at the air.

“Yes. That… oh, God!” This was like the butterfly they’d used before… but with one little twist. This one not only covered her clit… it also extended back through her cheeks, curving just enough to slightly penetrate her back entrance.

“Oh, I think you like that.” Cole grinned as he lifted the remote control. Georgia watched, pleasure ratcheting up level by delicious level, as Cole slowly worked the vibrator up its pulsating levels to the highest it could go.

“Yes. Oh God. Yes!” Her body stiffened as her first climax slammed into her, her heels drumming into the bed, trying to find purchase. “Oh fuck, Cole, more. Give me more!”

“There’s my greedy girl.” Bending over to plant a deep, wet kiss on her mouth, Cole palmed her breast, kneading the flesh as Georgia shuddered. “This is where I usually fuck you hard, baby. But you’re a little on edge tonight. I’m going to make you scream before I give you my cock.”

“I won’t.” Her words were breathless, and they were also a lie. She’d scream. She do whatever he told her to do.

“Let’s test that theory.” Cole adjusted the controls on the butterfly again. This time he left a low hum in the space over her clit, but Georgia almost rocketed off the bed when the curved portion pressing against her back entrance flared to life.

“No. I… that’s too much… oh God, more!” Her mind went blank as the new sensation took over her body. She ground down against the bed, searching for more, barely noticing when Cole flipped her over and used his fingers to urge the toy deeper into her flesh.

“Yessss.” Her breath came out on a hiss. “I… now!”

Her hips pressed down into the bed as pleasure washed over her again. Georgia shuddered as the dual stimulation sent her flying.

“Uh.” Facedown on the bed, she was limp, her body lax with release.

And yet the soaking wet space between her legs quivered again when Cole moved behind her. How was it that she never got enough of him?

“Fuck me, baby.” Weakly, she pushed herself to her hands and knees, shimmying out of the butterfly’s straps. She arched her back and offered herself to him. “I need you.”

“I believe you said that you needed more.” Dark intent shadowed Cole’s words, and Georgia heard the rumble of the massive vibrator only seconds before Cole touched it to her soaked entrance.

She jerked away. “No. It’s too much. I can’t.”

“You can, and you will.” With one hand on the small of her back, Cole shoved the massive vibrator past her entrance. It stretched her, the vibrations rocketing through her body, and she clenched around it, trying to draw it further in.

“Look at that greedy pussy, milking this big cock.” Cole deliberately bumped up against her, letting his own cock weigh on her flesh even as the vibrator surged forward another inch. “You’re insatiable. It’s good that we’re getting you ready with this, because I’ve never been so hard for you.”

“Jesus, Cole.” She loved when he talked dirty. Loved it even more when he slowly, inexorably pushed the dildo further inside of her. She squirmed around it, trying to take it, loving the edge of pain that worked its way through the pleasure.

“Just a bit more, baby. There.” As soon as the head of the vibrator hit her innermost walls, the pleasure exploded through her yet again. Georgia screamed, just as Cole had said she would.

As the shudders wracked her body, Cole pulled the toy from her heat and replaced it with his own cock. Hands gripping her hips, he moved in hard, short thrusts, clearly at his breaking point after watching her unfurl again and again.

She ground back against him as he bit out her name through clenched teeth, and as his warmth spread inside of her. And when he pulled her back to his chest, held her tightly to him in the aftermath, Georgia thought that nothing had ever felt so right as the two of them, together.

Georgia’s voice echoed around the room as she cried out, the vibrator and the fantasy enough to push her over the edge.

When the dampness on her skin dried, and she’d removed the toy, she curled up under her sheets. Her elbow knocked the toy into the open purse that lay on the floor, but she couldn’t bring herself to move.

Her body was sated, relaxed and ready for sleep.

The rest of her, though?

She knew that when it came to Cole Anderson, she would always want more.

The Next Day

Sharon steepled her hands and leaned back in her chair. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”

“What do you mean?” Georgia frowned at the older woman. She’d come into her office to sign the contracts for the yogurt commercial. She’d thought Sharon would be pleased.

“I mean . . . Look, I understand how you feel.”

Georgia snorted and brushed her fingers over the ribbons attached to a picture frame, the ones she’d noticed on her last visit. Long and colorful, they added a lot of personality to an otherwise dreary office.

“Okay, perhaps not
exactly
how you feel, but I know what it’s like to have to work with someone you don’t like.” Sharon’s tone was placating, and Georgia’s spine stiffened.

“I’m not working with him, Sharon.”
I can’t
, she added mentally, but kept her mouth shut.

“Stop being a diva, Georgia.” She leaned forward and placed her elbows on the table. “It’s unbecoming.”

Georgia widened her eyes. “I’m not being a diva.”

“Yes, you are.” She put her finger on the desk in front of her. “This is an opportunity of a lifetime.”

“There will be other opportunities.”

“No, there won’t.” Sharon sighed and ran her hand over her face. “I hate to say this, but it isn’t as if people are knocking down the door to work with you. You have a lot of baggage to overcome.”

“And I overcame it.” Oh, how she had overcome it. More than anyone would ever know.

Sharon held up her hand. “Yes, but the public doesn’t realize that yet. This could be the role that puts you on the map.” She tapped her finger on the desk as she spoke. “You do this well, and play nice with Ethan Black, and I guarantee you that your situation will improve.”

She took in a long breath and let it out before continuing. “You’re a fantastic actress, Georgia. Always were. You just need to show the world what you’ve got.”