For Research Purposes Only Part 10

Life was perfect.

It might not hold a picket fence, two-point-three kids and a dog, but what the h.e.l.l. For right now, it was perfect.

She was with the man she loved.Who apparently enjoyed seafood. "You're not allergic to shrimp or anything are you?"He glanced over at her as they pulled in to a parking lot next to a small restaurant."Nope. No food allergies."Jack blew out a gust of air. "Thank G.o.d. I should've checked first, but this place does things with shrimp that probably violate some of the state laws against extreme pleasure... I thought you might enjoy it."She smiled as he helped her from the car. "Are there any?"He tilted his head in query."Laws against extreme pleasure.""For us? No."And there it was again. That s.h.i.+ver of sensual awareness making her nipples tighten beneath her bra, her mouth salivate at the thought ofhim , not the shrimp, and the certain knowledge that this man wa.s.something extra-special in her life.

She clamped her thighs together against the dampness she could feel beginning to bloom inside her thong.

As if reading her mind, Jack's hand slipped down to rest just above her bottom, the heat of his palmseeping quickly through the thin silk of her dress. "What color is it tonight?"She blushed. "Peach." She knew exactly what he was asking."Mmm. Dessert.""Jaaaack..." She couldn't help it, even though she laughed as he hugged her and led her to their table.Dinner was a delight, the food excellent, and Daphne couldn't recall a thing she ate. All she could see was Jack, green eyes alight with humor, smiling at her over the dinnerware. She drank three gla.s.ses of the best white wine she'd ever tasted, and the world was perfect.

Finally he leaned back with a contented sigh. "You want to check out the dessert cart?""Oh lord no. I'm fine. This was..." She waved her hand over the litter of shrimp exoskeletons. "Awesome. Which is why this table looks like something from my high school biology cla.s.s. And the winewas just...mmm."

He grinned. "Thought you'd like it."She stared at him. "You're an awful tease, Jack Foster. I've been sitting here like a good little dinner date, making polite conversation, dissecting my shrimp, and all the while you know darn well I'm verycurious about where you're taking me tonight.""Really?""Jack. The suspense, as they say, iskilling me.""Well, we can't have that. I want you very much alive." He stood and held his hand out to her. "C'mon then, Miss Curiosity."

She put her hand in his, loving the warmth and strength of his fingers as he tugged her to her feet. Withinmoments, he'd slipped some bills under their check and they were off to the Corvette and...where?She giggled with antic.i.p.ation. "This top secret thing...should I be blindfolded or something?"He choked. "Um...maybe later.""Uh...I didn't mean...oh good grief." Daphne blushed bright pink.Jack's roar of laughter followed the car as they sped into the darkness.Chapter Twelve Jack knew driving through the gates of the studio complex would be the riskiest part of this whole surprise. His Corvette was very recognizable-probably its only drawback, but he was trusting to luck that the night guard would be in his usual position. Thumbs wrapped around his handheld gaming unit, and mini surround sound speakers plugged into his ears.

His luck held. With no more than a cursory nod, the guard waved Jack through and Daphne's eyes widened as he pulled up to a low building."Jack...this is a movie studio.""Not just any studio, honey." He leaned closer. "A p.o.r.n movie studio."She gasped. "Really?"He couldn't help grinning at her expression, which held an equal mix of fascination and horror. "Yeah really. I thought you might like a look inside. It's empty...nothing's going on right now, but...I have a

friend...he set this up for me. It's all ours. You can prowl around to your heart's content."

Which was, in essence, the truth. Big John Johnson was his friend. Although right now, he seemed like a very distant acquaintance, because the more Jack was around Daphne, the less interested in Big John he became.

At some point he knew he was going to have to sit down, probably with a bottle of Scotch, and figure out why this was. But not right now. Not when Daphne was staring around her in awe, and blinking as he led her down a dark hallway and onto the set.

He flicked two switches and a soft pink light lifted the darkness.

"Oh my gosh..." Daphne's head swiveled around as she tried to take it all in at once. "Look...oh my."

Her eyes had lifted to the ceiling and she craned her neck at the jumbled a.s.sortment of lights suspendedfrom the black surface. "All those chrome things...and the black ceiling tiles. Why is it black?""Stops any ambient reflections. These cameras can be unforgiving, and lighting is a very important part of any film. The wrong reflection at the wrong time and...well...you'll see the leading lady's acne scarsinstead of her porcelain complexion.""And this..." She paused next to a tripod. "This is an actual camera?""Yep."

"It's smaller than I thought it'd be.""Digital, babe. The big boys still use the heavy equipment, but nowadays smaller places like this one G.o.digital all the way. Records directly onto a hard drive, with the option of a videotape as well. Makes therest of the process much easier."

He heard Daphne gulp as she realized what she was looking at. "Good grief." She glanced at Jack. "Thisis the biggest bed I've ever seen." She gingerly touched the gold quilt with a finger.He grinned. "Well...given the subject material, a regular queen size wouldn't really cut it, would it?"

"I suppose not." She pulled her finger quickly back."Don't worry. It's clean. I...I'm told this studio has a reputation for taking care of stuff like that. Theybuy props by the dozen and strip them after each day's filming. That way by the time they're used up thefirst set's been dry-cleaned and is good to go."

"Ah."She moved away from the bed and glanced at the walls leading from the studio to another area. Theywere prominently displaying the current crop of stars. In an a.s.sortment of poses that hadn't made it to the posters.Daphne cleared her throat as she stared at one particularly well-endowed blonde.Jack came up behind her and slid his arms around her waist. "What do you think?""That they're probably not the ones she was born with."Jack chuckled and squeezed her. "You're right. Just about all these folks have been surgically enhanced."

He dropped a light kiss on her head. "And for the record..." His hands moved upwards and brushed thecurve of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "I like the real onesmuch better.""Jack?" There was a question in her voice."What, honey?""Why do people watch this stuff?"

"Why?" He blinked."Yes. Why. It's a multi-million dollar industry. This..." She waved her hand around the set. "This isobviously an expensive set-up. So the money's there. But I haven't been able to figure outwhy ."

Jack thought for a moment. "That's a h.e.l.luva question, babe. And I don't think there's any kind of simpleanswer.""It's okay. Really. Just something I've wondered about." She blushed. "Especially recently.""You mean since we met?""Well, yes. We did sort of meet in the middle of a field of...of...adult entertainment stuff, didn't we?""Yeah."

"So that, along with all my other research...it sort of got me thinking.""Well, that's good." Jack tugged her away from the wall and back to the bed. "Let me see if I can showyou something. Sit here."

He pushed her down onto the edge of the bed and folded her hands across her lap. "Now, look up thereand tell me what you see."He touched the small power switch to camera one and the huge plasma screen flickered to life.Daphne gasped. "Good lord." She raised a hand to cover her mouth. "That's me.""Yep. That's you. As the world sees you. An attractive, intelligent woman.""Thank you." Daphne looked uncertain."Now. I want you to unb.u.t.ton your dress. Slowly."

"What?""You heard me. Look, I'll make it easier." With fingers that seemed unusually stiff, Jack unb.u.t.toned hisown s.h.i.+rt and shrugged out of it. "Now. I'm your director. You're my star. Take off your dress, slowly and carefully."

"Jack, I..."

"We're alone, sweetheart. We both know we're going to end up naked together tonight, one way or the other, because there's simply no way I can keep my hands off you. I want you, Daph. And perhaps I can answer your question along the way." He tipped his head. "And you want me too, don't you?"Please G.o.d let her say the right thing.

She met his gaze steadily. "Yes."

He felt the smile curve his mouth. The world had just settled into a new and better place. His womanwanted him. "So...Miss Movie Star. Start undressing."She lowered her head and fumbled with her b.u.t.tons, stopping at the third one. "What's my motivation?"To prevent your date's c.o.c.k from exploding?"What?"She chuckled. "Aren't I supposed to have some sort of reason for doing this?"Jack closed his eyes for a second. "Yep. Gimme a minute here." She was going to kill him with her sensuality and not even understand why he was lying dead on the floor."Uh...you're a temptress. A seductress."She snorted."No, go with me here, babe. You're going to seduce your man tonight."Like it would take more than a G.o.dd.a.m.ned sneeze. His pants were already strangling him. "You're going to slowly take your dress off,just letting him get a glimpse of those peach undies."Daphne giggled. "Okay. Silly, but okay. Wouldn't he prefer to do it for me?"

"Daphne. Stars don't argue with their directors."And may G.o.d forgive me for that whopper."Yes Jack." She slipped the last b.u.t.tons free and let the dress drop over her shoulders, allowing him ateasingly slow look at the peach lace that barely covered her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "But I still think..."

"Don't think, honey. Just look." He nodded at the screen. "What do you see now?"He saw her throat move as she gulped. "Um...me with only half my clothes on.""Uh-uh. Wrong. You see a woman getting ready for her man. Getting ready to love her man. Her cheeks are flushed, and her nipples are hardening...there...see?"The blush deepened."It's a turn-on, Daph. That look, thatknowledge that's inside you is coming across on the screen." And with a little shock, Jack realized that he'd spoken nothing but the truth. The camera loved her."Look, let's try something. Give me your dress." Impatiently he grabbed it and tossed it away. "Here."

Reaching for one of the long brightly colored pieces of fabric, he draped her body in a blazing meld ofmaroon and gold. "Now lay back against the pillows."Obediently, she did as she was told. Which was a good thing, Jack reminded his c.o.c.k.You're a m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.t , his c.o.c.k reminded him back. "Wait...take your bra off."

"I...uh..." She sighed and struggled to hold the fabric across her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as she slipped her arms free. "Okay. Done." The flimsy piece of peach lace dropped to the floor."Now." Jack leaned over her and arranged the fabric, letting it drape over one breast and reveal the other. He bent one leg at the knee and parted her legs a little.You are one seriously sick individual . Heignored the pain his b.a.l.l.s were blinding him with, and dropped a light kiss on her nipple. Then backedaway.

"Now look and tell me what you see.""Oh dear G.o.d."* * * * *Daphne looked.There, on a screen that could easily have doubled as a jumbotron at a sporting event, washer . Almost naked, swathed in the richest and most gorgeous stuff she'd ever seen, and with her legs parted wantonly. Sprawling against golden pillows.

"Is thatme ?""Oh yeah." Jack's voice was rough. "That's you. Theyou I see every time I look at you. The you I wantso bad my teeth are aching."

She glanced at him and noticed the tension trembling around him like an aura. Her p.u.s.s.y flooded, the darkened silk showing clearly on the screen. "Then what are you waiting for?"

The old Daphne would have blushed. Or come up with some appropriately worded phrase.

The new Daphne just wanted Jack. Inside her, over her, under her, she didn't care. She craved his touch, his body and that very nice bit of him that was threatening to separate the teeth on his zipper any second now.

"Not yet."

Daphne wondered if a scream of frustration was appropriate for a newly hatched wanton s.e.x G.o.ddess.

Probably not. She bit down on it and simply moved her shoulder, letting the fabric reveal even more ofher breast.Holy heck. Where was this coming from?"There's something missing."The words shocked her and she glanced over at Jack. "What?""Me."He shucked off the remainder of his clothes and neared the bed, aroused and so...somale . Her thighs ached just looking at him.

"Sit up and scoot down a bit, will you?"

She struggled with the fabric and his instructions and tried to ignore his c.o.c.k.Yeah right . Like she could dothat when he clambered onto the bed and settled himself behind her. It dug into the base of her spine and she nearly gasped at the heat she felt against her skin.

"Now lie back against me."

Daphne obliged, willingly. She was between his legs, a delicious hardness pressing itself between the

cheeks of her backside and the warmth of his body spreading up her flesh like floodwaters over a parched desert.

"Now look."

Once again she stared at the screen. Two bodies filled it, one creamy pale and swathed in fabric. The

other half hidden, but darker, more muscled and surrounding her with his presence.

She wished she had the ability to capture the moment. To save this one intimate glimpse of a couple inthis position. It was sensual, erotic, and nothing like she could ever have imagined in her wildest fantasies.But Jack wasn't finished with her. "Hmm. Nearly there. There's still something...ah. Got it."What he'dgot was the waistband of her thong. He eased it down over her hips. "I love peach, but it's hiding the dessert."

Daphne could feel the blush starting in her cheeks and didn't need a camera to tell her that she was goingto be as red as the silk if he kept this up. "I...uh...""Sshh. Me director, you star. Remember?"Daphne choked back a giggle as he slid the tiny sc.r.a.p of lace beneath her bottom and helped her free herself."Ahh. Better."She glanced up, got a full frontal view of her own p.u.s.s.y and immediately snapped her thighs shut."Nope. Not allowed.""Good lord, Jack. This is...this is...exhibitionism." Victorian modesty warred with sensual curiosity within Daphne's head, making her dizzy. Or maybe it was the wine.Whatever it was, she didn't struggle when Jack took the decision away from her by sliding his legs beneath hers, raising his knees and pulling her thighs apart. They hooked comfortably over his hardmuscles."Yeah.That's it." He gently placed one hand on her belly and moved it upwards to her exposed breast.

He cupped it, squeezing her nipple carefully and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.Daphne swallowed a squawk of delight."Nowlook."Chapter Thirteen Jack's senses swam as he watched Daphne raise her head and stare at their images on the screen.She lay against him, skin pearlescent beneath the flaming swath of silk which s.h.i.+mmered with colors he'd known would suit her. He felt the warmth of her body sucking the air from his lungs as his legs sensed the tension in hers.

He held her snugly, letting her become accustomed to sitting like this, thighs splayed over his, her p.u.s.s.y

s.h.i.+ning and pink on the screen. He refused to let her move, although his vision blurred for a moment as his mind went into sensory overload and his c.o.c.k whimpered and begged for mercy. Or to be allowed to just pop around the front and dive into that lovely swollen place that was already weeping in readiness.

"Daph..." He let his tongue ring her ear and felt her nipple harden even more. "Do you like to touch

yourself?"

"Huh?" She was lost in what she was seeing, hypnotized by the sight of them so wantonly sprawled against the mammoth headboard.

"You know...touch yourself. Give yourself pleasure. m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e. Do you like it, Daph?"He felt her skin heat and didn't need the camera to tell him she was coloring up even more.Her ribs moved as she heaved in a gulp of air. "What kind of question is that?""A very simple one. I know you can do it-you did when we were on the phone, remember? I'm just asking if you like it. Yes or no?"

Her head dipped forward and he took advantage, lightly nipping her nape and then licking the spot gentlywith his tongue."I...I don't know how to answer that...""How about honestly?"Her hair hid her face, but he knew she was thinking...he could imagine the look in her brown eyes as she considered her next words."Sort of."He grinned. Always the cautious, noncommittal response. Christ above, he was crazy about this woman."Do you like to touch your b.r.e.a.s.t.s?"She gulped. "Dear G.o.d, Jack...""Do you?" He rubbed one taut nipple and teased it with a fingernail.She moaned. "Yes. OhJesus ..."Her a.s.s squirmed against him, with quite arousing results on his c.o.c.k, which was gathering an army and threatening to overthrow his brain. He clamped down on his own desires for the time being. He was determined to open up that educated librarian and free the wild woman he knew lurked just beneath the surface.

He let his free hand tug gently at the silk, baring both her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, then reached for her hand and brought it-with his-to her other breast. "Show me."

She jerked her head up and only his quick reflexes prevented an unscheduled nose job. But it was close.He mentally kicked himself and told himself tofocus , not get lost in her. Not yet.

"No...I...I can't...""Yes you can." Slowly he moved their cupped hands, letting her own fingers find the hardened nipple,and holding her palm against it. "Do you move your hand in circles...like this?" He began to rotate theircombined grip against her. "Or do you use your fingers? Do you pull, perhaps, or pinch a little? Tell meDaph. Show me. Let me know what you like..."

"I...I...like it when you do it, Jack," she whispered."And I do, too, baby. But watching you turns me on, and helps me learn how to give you pleasure. Even more pleasure." He kept his voice low and soft, encouraging her to continue the movements against her breast as he slowly withdrew his hand.

With difficulty he dragged his gaze from her body and looked at the screen on the wall. Bare to the waist,

she was beautiful. With one of his hands on one breast and her own on the other, legs parted wide and a strip of silk slicking across her belly, she was a sensual feast.

"You are f.u.c.king incredible," he murmured. And meant every word.

He wanted her so badly he was ready to explode, but a voice in his brain was telling him she could go further...higher...if only he could find the way to guide her. f.u.c.king her now would be fantastic but there would be even greater rewards if he could hold on for a little longer.

"Show me what else you like, babe..." he growled.s.h.i.+t .. He cleared his throat and tried again. "You're turning me on. Keep going...don't hold back, honey. Make me crazy.""I'm making you crazy?" He saw her expression change a little on the screen as she considered hiswords.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me, do you?"She shook her head. "I'm not even touching you, Jack.""You don't have to. Watching you like this...seeing your hands on your body...it's just...G.o.d, Daph.

Do it. Please. Do it. Drive me out of my mind."

He lifted her hand away from her breast and lowered it into her lap. With one tug he freed her body fromthe silk and let it fall."I...""Please..."* * * * *Daphne stared as Jack's urgent plea sounded in her ear.He was asking her to shed inhibitions, to bare herself before him in more ways than one, although G.o.d knew how she could get more bare than she was right at this moment.Her...herp.u.s.s.y was on display, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were being fondled, and she was cradled in this revealingposition by a totally naked man with a very healthy erection driving a hole into her spine.