Whether it would come back to bite her or not, Melinda didn’t know. She didn’t know how this would be cut into the show, though she knew that they wouldn’t be showing her naked (which was one of the things she had insisted on when she had signed the contract) and even if she and Bill didn’t do anything in the water, everything could be cut to make it appear as if they did. What she did know was, that she wanted this, wanted him, and that if she stopped now or backed out, she would regret it. The attraction she had felt for him when she had met him that first evening had only grown and now her desire was reaching a point where it couldn’t – and shouldn’t – be contained any longer.
She purred when his hand found her breast, and when she felt him against her, she drew in a sharp breath to keep from moaning. Reaching between them, she caressed along his length as she guided him to her. Feeling him press inside her, she found his lips letting her needy moan be absorbed by the deep kiss. She moved slowly against him at first, her hips rolling against his as she felt. “Gods, Bill,” she breathed, suckling on his upper lip and letting her fingers delve into his hair to keep him close. Closer, always closer.