‘Oh, just fuck me, please.’

Ben didn’t need asking again. As he thrust into her, she put her slender arms around him, drawing him in for a kiss. Her long, long legs were wrapped around his back. His cock was being sucked into some kind of heavenly vortex. All he knew, as he got ever closer to his climax, was that he loved her. He had to be with this woman for the rest of his life.

Chapter 10

‘… and CUT!’ shouted Pavel.

‘Asshole.’ Amy directed her comment at Ben, looking at him meanly, still thoroughly miffed that he appeared immune to her juvenile charms. She had been an attention-seeking nightmare throughout the running-along-the-beach scene, constantly asking what her motivation was and needing Guru Mogadishu, whose real name was Darren, to calm her down in case she had another of her legendary ‘panic attacks’. The panic attacks that were known to everybody else as tantrums.

‘You too, darling, with bells on.’ Ben grinned at her, happy as Larry, his ankles still cool in the frothing surf. He caught the eye of Eloise the make-up artist, who laughed.

Natalia, watching from a safe distance behind a cluster of palm trees, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and an enormous pair of shades, laughed too. Since that amazing day on the island and the speedboat, two weeks earlier, Ben had come back to her yacht every night after filming and they had delighted in one another’s bodies, Natalia’s years of expertise more than matching Ben’s skill in the sack. Again and again they had brought each other to explosive orgasm, never quite satiated, still wanting more and more. Again and again they had cuddled, long limbs entwined, whispering endearments in the dark.

In the daytime, at a loose end, she had bought DVDs of all the TV shows he had starred in back in the UK, and thought that, much as she adored him, his looks were more impressive than his talent. She had felt guilty about this, and wanted to think he had improved since then, which was one of her reasons for asking if she could watch a scene from Beyond the Sea being shot. Ben had been more than happy, in fact wanted to introduce her to the rest of the cast and crew with puppyish enthusiasm, but Natalia had insisted on discretion. After throwing caution to the wind about who saw them together those first couple of days, she was starting to feel uneasy.

‘Remember, I am being blackmailed,’ she had said, kissing the tip of his cock. ‘It may not be so good for your public image to be seen with me.’ Hence the shades, hat, calf-length kaftan and her current hiding place.

She had been right about the improvement in Ben’s acting, thank God. It was almost as though he were too perfect, too larger-than-life, for TV. Movie acting suited him down to the ground, and he stole the show in every scene. Which was another reason, as though she needed one, that Amy Lascelles was so pissed off.