Four Keeps

He talks about her for a few more minutes, and I love the fact that he doesn’t try to hide how much he adores her. Before he takes his leave, we kiss. It’s nothing like kissing Samuel, but it’s nice, and I’m left with a very positive impression of Zack.

Still, he doesn’t make my heart beat faster – like Xavier does when he approaches, holding two drinks. He hands me one and settles beside me. I take a sip, enjoying the delicious concoction, and set it down. I’m nowhere near drunk, or even tipsy, but I want to focus on Xavier.

Part of me wants to kiss him again; I don’t think I could ever get tired of that. But if there is a chance for something real between us, I need to get to know him better. Touching his hand, I ask, “What are you looking for in a woman?”

He sets his own drink down and runs a finger down my bare arm. My nipples harden, and though his eyes stay on mine, the heat in his eyes tells me he’s aware of my response. I wish we could ditch the cameras and have a night all to ourselves.

“You’re definitely my type,” he says. “I like how you handle yourself, on the show, and with the other men. You’re confident, kind, beautiful.”

My blush must be visible from outer space. “Thank you. If you can’t tell, I enjoy spending time with you.”

His slow smile gives me tingles all over. “Me too, and I love kissing you.”

Part of my mind is warning me that I need to be careful with Xavier, that no matter how good he makes me feel, he’s not the one for me. But I don’t care. Every time I’m near him, lust takes over.

Without a word, I lean toward him, and he meets me halfway. The kiss sears me, melts my brain, and I never want it to end.

When we pause to catch our breath, Natalie’s voice intrudes from above our heads. “Okay, we’ve got what we need for today.” I slowly draw back from Xavier and avoid looking up at her, since I’d be sending her a furious glare. I’ve never been so sexually frustrated in my life.

“See you soon,” Xavier says. His voice is hoarse. I’m glad I’m not the only one feeling the effects of that kiss.

“Soon,” I agree, and wish I’d packed a vibrator.

Back at my house, I take a cold shower, but it doesn’t help. I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind unable to settle. Finally, I slip my hand inside my panties and rub my fingers lightly over my clit, then down to gather my wetness and back again.

As I stroke myself, my mind flits from one man to another. Images of Xavier and Samuel dominate, but Marcus makes a brief appearance, and even Johnny. His behavior today was irritating, but I still find him sexy.

Before long, I’m close to coming, but no matter how many fantasies my imagination generates, I can’t quite get there. I’m arching my hips, trying to get a better angle of pressure on my clit, when there’s a knock on the front door.

16

Unsatisfied lust

At first, I think I must have misheard, but another knock follows. My next thought is that something’s wrong, maybe someone in my family. Production never comes by this late at night.

I throw on a robe and hurry to answer the door. The last person I expect to see is Johnny, looking sheepish and cold stone sober. His hair is damp from a recent shower.

“Don’t close the door,” he says quickly, before I can tell him off. “I came to apologize.”

Looking past him, I spot the cameras. “Sorry,” he says. “I tried to sneak out, but they followed me.”

Stepping out onto the porch, I close the door behind me. “I shouldn’t have had so much to drink today,” Johnny says. “I was nervous, but I know I made a fool of myself.”

“You didn’t do yourself any favors,” I agree.

He sighs. “It was stupid. But I promise it won’t happen again. I really like you, Olivia.”

Everything about him radiates sincerity, and I don’t think he’s acting. Maybe I’ve misjudged him. Haven’t we all made foolish mistakes? “I like you too,” I say softly. Even though I shouldn’t.

When he steps closer, I don’t try to stop him. The kiss is tentative at first, almost gentle, but it quickly intensifies, and all my unsatisfied lust roars to the surface.

Johnny backs me up against one of the pillars of the porch, and I’m so horny I’m almost ready to let him pick me up and fuck me right on the spot. But when his hand slides inside my robe and closes over my breast, I remember the cameras.

Tearing my mouth away from his, I say, “No. Not here.”