I got in here without a problem, after all I looked just like her. But when I hear a noise behind me I start and I turn and I see her huge bodyguard. I guess now it’s time to test how well my disguise will work.
It’s about more than a crush for me. It’s about a real and a solid connection between the two of us. I may never have met this actress I’m in love with, but I just know that we have something connecting us through the void.
I think he’s buying it. He seems like he is, friendly in the sort of way you are with people you’re close to. I think I may have underestimated just how close they are though, because when he touches me that touch is anything but chaste.
I know because I have abilities. I can call on what people might think of as magic, but what I know to be the energy flowing through everything in this world. I can use that energy to become her so that I can get into her life. So I can finally put to rest the question of why I feel so drawn to her.
I need to prove that I’m her, that’s all. Kissing him has nothing to do with those undeniable feelings and needs deep in my belly. It has nothing to do with the fact that my body is aching for him. It has nothing to do with that voice that has been screaming out for satisfaction since I became her.
When I’m in his arms I realize the truth that was always just out of reach. This isn’t about loving her, it’s about being her. I am drawn to her because of who she is, not some simple idea like love.
I’ll do anything to chase this feeling. I’ll let him touch me and I’ll touch him. I’ll let him lay me down on the bed. I’ll give in fully.
Because he is making me feel the way I’ve always wanted to feel.
Because he is making me feel like a woman.
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I smiled prettily at him, a smile that was more than a little coy which gave him all the opening he needed.
And maybe I meant to, even if I didn’t know it. From the moment he was standing over me I could feel this powerful pull and this flutter deep in my belly. I knew who Roger was, knew the sort of man that he was, and I knew the sort of things he could offer me.
Still, it took me by surprise when he stepped in and closed the distance between us. When his voice came out soft and full of intention, almost a whisper as a grin of eager excitement came across his face and he asked me, “Something to do, huh?”
And it took me absolutely by surprise when his arms closed around me possessively, when he pulled me into him and lifted me enough that my feet almost left the ground as his lips pressed against mine with a familiarity that could mean only one thing.
Heart pounding I kissed him. My body screaming with delight and knowing that the pleasure I desired was right there on the edge of it I stiffened and fought against the moan bubbling up in my chest. I parted my lips as his tongue slipped into my mouth and teased against mine, but I was stiff and unsure and he could sense it.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, pressing his forehead against mine and moving me backwards into the bedroom, “Hard day?”
“Yeah,” I replied quickly, almost wistfully, “Strange day.”
But in truth, my surprise had to do with pieces clicking into place for me. I realized now the reason why Chloe never dated, why she was always alone. As he lifted me and set me down on the bed kissing me eagerly on the lips while his hands pushed up from my knees and pressed my thighs apart I finally realized that the reason why Chloe never dated was that she had her bodyguard, her Roger, to give her everything she needed.
“My poor little starlet,” he said with a lewd grin and a mocking voice, “Having such a hard time of things. Let your man take care of it for you. You know how he can make you feel good.”
My thighs were spread now, skirt bunched up around my waist, his hands abandoning them to move to my waist and press me down to the bed as his head ducked down and kissed at the inside of my thighs.
Roger wasn’t necessarily an unattractive man. He had a sort of blunt handsomeness to him, exuding force and masculinity in a way that I couldn’t deny was appealing.
Maybe not my first choice, but as he kissed his way up my thighs I knew that he would do just fine.
Because I wanted this and needed this, and now I was going to get it.
His lips kissed over the whiteness of my panties, pressing and nuzzling against the mound of my sex as he groaned and lavished himself with me. I could tell that he loved her, that he was enraptured by her. I knew that she had power over this man unlike any I’d ever seen before and I knew that it made me feel good to be her.
I pushed myself up a bit to look down on him as his fingers slipped between my thighs to push my panties to one side. He held back for a moment, hovering over my sex and just staring at it before his eyes flickered up and locked with mine.
I saw him smile. I saw him move forward.