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even more.
    “Touch yourself, baby,” Lindsey whispered, taking Ella’s
hand and urging it down.
    A jolt fired through Ella as her hand found her clit and she
began a slow, circular massage.
    Lindsey reached behind, following the cleft of Ella’s ass.
Ella arched back, granting access as Lindsey’s finger slid deep inside her
pussy.
    Ella’s breath caught. She closed her thumb and forefinger
over her own nipple and tugged hard while she worked herself toward orgasm.
Lindsey added a second finger, stretching Ella’s sensitive inner tissue. The
hedonistic pleasure she derived was too much, too good. Coherent thought fled
and was replaced with wild, all-consuming sensation.
    She moaned and whimpered.
    Lindsey’s fingers pumped and her mouth sucked.
    “Oh…” Ella managed as she hurtled toward orgasm. “Oh, fuck
yeah. Fuck…I’m coming, oh God, Lindsey, I’m coming so hard.” Her voice came out
in a high-pitched warble as ecstasy ripped through her.
    How did this woman manage to shatter her time and time
again? Every nerve, every tendon and fiber of muscle sang as she rolled to face
her lover. They kissed for what seemed like hours and then Ella moved down and
tasted Lindsey, fucking her with her fingers and tongue until Lindsey came and
came again.

Chapter Four
     
    Lindsey brushed her damp palms on her jeans as the van
turned into Ella’s parents’ driveway. The house looked normal enough. An older
two story. Very traditional.
    “Northington District 9” was emblazoned on a red, white and
blue sign in the yard.
    Ella shot her a glance and Lindsey could tell her lover was
just as nervous.
    Part of the reality show included home visits where Lindsey
and Maurice would document each of the contestants with their families.
Normally this type of shoot wouldn’t bother Lindsey at all. In fact she’d been
quite comfortable yesterday when she’d filmed Marquita at home.
    But meeting Ella’s parents…
    Even though they’d be none the wiser that she’d spent last
night with their daughter, Lindsey had the feeling meeting them would only
drive home the knowledge there was no hope of any future with the beauty queen.
    Part of her welcomed that knowledge. She was used to the
status of friends with benefits. It was comfortable.
    Entertaining more with someone was very uncomfortable .
And Lindsey had caught herself on several occasions imagining how she’d get
back to this part of the country to hook up with Ella again.
    Lindsey heaved a sigh as the driver parked the van. She
seized the handle, gave it a tug and opened the door just as Ella’s parents
stepped out the front door.
    Maurice rolled out of the passenger side of the van and started
around back to begin unloading the equipment.
    Ella’s father and mother exchanged looks and Lindsey knew it
was because they’d expected a monster-sized film crew to arrive with their
daughter.
    “Hi, I’m Lindsey,” she introduced herself and extended her
hand to Ella’s father.
    “Joe Northington,” he said. His smile was fake. Practiced.
He closed his other hand over Lindsey’s.
    He was handsome, in a clean-cut sort of way. The perfect mix
of salt and pepper in his hair. The affable sparkle in his blue eyes. Lindsey’s
trained eye told her the camera would love him. “Nice to make your
acquaintance,” he said before moving on to greet Maurice.
    “Millie Northington,” Ella’s mom said. “I thought there’d
be—”
    “More of us? We get that all the time.” She smiled widely.
    Ella joined them. “Mom, Dad, this is Lindsey and that’s
Maurice.”
    Maurice tilted his chin up in acknowledgement.
    Joe still seemed disbelieving. “And the driver? Is he a part
of the crew? Will there be more of you?”
    “No, Dad,” Ella explained. “The driver works for the hotel.”
    “There’s just the two of you?” he asked.
    “Yep,” Lindsey said. “We’d like to get a shot of you coming
out the front door to greet Ella.”
    “But we just did that,” Millie