My heart was pounding like a snare drum. I’d known Jett Draconis was gorgeous, but when he stood right in front of my eyes, the moonlight streaking his dark hair with reddish highlights and his hazel eyes staring straight into mine… The man was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. That sculpted face, those full, dusky lips…

Sex emanated from him, from every pore in his body. His eyes spoke of lust. Or maybe that had been wishful thinking on my part.

Susie would have peed her pants if she’d known Jett had propositioned me.

Even more so if she knew how much I’d wanted to take him up on it.

But Heather Myles was a good girl. A sensible girl. She didn’t get into limos with strange men—even famous and magnificent strange men who made her lady parts throb when she watched them onstage.

They’d throbbed even more when he’d stood in front of me in the street a few minutes ago.

He was still someone I didn’t know. He could be a rapist.

No. Jett Draconis was no rapist. I wasn’t sure how I knew, but I did. It was his eyes. He had kind eyes. Kind, sexy eyes.

Maybe I just needed to get laid. It had been a couple months, and I hadn’t had a serious relationship in years. Why else would I have been so tempted to hop in Jett’s limo and go with him to ecstasy?

And he would have taken me to ecstasy. Anyone who emanated sex the way he did would know exactly what buttons to push on my neglected body.

“Here you go,” the driver said.

“Awesome. Thanks.” I added a nice tip for him on the app and left the car.

Our apartment was garden level because it was cheaper. I did okay, and so did Susie, but she needed to support her groupie lifestyle, and I was hardly a spendthrift. Rather, I was a fanatic about saving money. At least we each had our own bedroom. The understated apartment complex was home mostly to struggling actors and writers, like myself, trying to make it in LA.

I wasn’t a big drinker, but I poured myself a glass of Sauvignon Blanc and sat down on the worn couch in our small living area.

My nipples strained against my bra. How might Jett’s full lips feel on them? I closed my eyes and trailed my fingers over the silk of my blouse, circling one nipple.

Another sip of wine.

I could go to my bedroom, but why? I was comfortable here, and Susie wouldn’t be home for hours, if she came home at all tonight. I continued to finger my nipples as they budded against the two layers of fabric.

More. I wanted more. I took a third sip of wine and then set the goblet on the end table next to the sofa. I unbuttoned my blouse slowly until the two sides parted. I unclasped my bra in the back and lifted it over my breasts.

They fell gently against my flesh, my nipples protruding. I skimmed my fingers lightly over the skin of my chest and then zeroed in on my hard nipples. I closed my eyes and began playing with them, gently at first, and then twisting harder. My skin flushed with warmth, and a tingle shot between my legs.

Jett Draconis’s face emerged in my mind, his full lips turning up into a smile. Mmm…yes, those lips kissing my nipples, sucking them, and when I could no longer stand it…a lustful bite.

I sucked in a breath, squeezed both my breasts lightly, and then trailed a hand down my abdomen to unbutton my jeans.

My panties were wet. I could already feel the moisture. I swept my tongue over my lips as I pushed my hand beneath my panties and found my clit. With my other hand, I continued to pinch one nipple.

An aroma rose in the air, the earthy scent signaling my arousal. I inhaled, letting it infuse me with a fiery warmth.

I dipped my fingers farther and smoothed the wetness over my folds, bringing it up to lubricate my clit. Jett’s fingers. If only they were inside me, massaging my G-spot while he tugged on my nipples with those amazing lips.

Yes, there it was. I rubbed at my pussy, stroked my clit, pulled on my hard nipple… Until…

Until…

The orgasm pulsated through me, and I let out a low moan, undulating my hips against the worn fabric of the couch. I sank into the pleasure, oblivious to the sounds around me.

Then—

“Hey, Heather, are you still up?” A gasp. “Oh, shit!”

My eyes popped open.

Susie stood inside the door, and behind her…

God, just kill me now.

Jett Draconis.