Part 8

As I started to move, his hands found my narrow waist, the one he always loved to hold and touch. Even the fans had noticed how crazy he was about it.

"I've been fantasizing about you riding me for so long," he whispered.

"Oh yeah? How long?" I asked, curious.

"Hmm... since we were in the middle of shooting Perfect 10 liners," he answered.

"That was so long ago," I said, then added, "Did you ever fantasize about me when you were alone in bed?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," he teased, then asked, "Did you?"

"Don't ask me that," I said, embarrassed.

"So, you did," he said knowingly. And he was right.