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The Temptation Series	By : ilovethemediator Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 1806 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The Temptation Series
- 2-You Please Me...
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You look intently at me…

From across the room with those intense brown eyes, the heat of them setting my entire body ablaze.

I stare back at you…

With wicked eyes, but inside I was trying so very hard not to crack under the pressure.

As I sit at the bar; apple martini in one hand and the other lying on my crossed legs; I wonder why we were playing this game. Was it out of pride? Was it out of boredom? Or could it be because every time we play this game it turns both of us on immensely?

Well, my answer is…all of them. I absolutely love the competition of who will fall apart first and you love the adrenaline of wondering if we will be caught. I was bored because my husband was paying more attention to his partners than me, and you were bored because you hate coming to these Hollywood parties just as much as I do.

And what about the turned on part? Well…from the minute you walked into the room I was turned on and I can tell you are turned on by the considerable swelling in your jeans.

You start the game…

After you thank the tall blonde waitress for bringing your drink. I couldn’t help but be a little jealous when I see her slip her phone number into your hand and lightly run her fake nails up your arm. I shouldn’t be really, seeing as how I do have a husband, but I was…and it disturbed me.

I turn my head away to look at Jonathan; sipping on my martini; spotting him sitting at a table with about five other guys and their wives, probably discussing business or golf.

I sigh and turn my head back, seeing you take a seat on a nearby sofa in one of the darken corners. The outfit you’re wearing-a tight grey t-shirt and dark jeans-was so out of place in a room filled with designer suits and dresses, but that’s what attracts me to you, how you could care less what these people think of you.

My eyes avert downward, noticing your strong arms and the outline of your taut stomach through your tight t-shirt, jeans hanging obscenely low on your hips and how the black belt was doing nothing to hold them up…and I was thankful for that.

I entice you…

By wearing my short, strapless, red dress with the matching stiletto heels…The one I wore the first time I met you. I look around the room slightly; checking that no one was looking my way; and slowly uncross and cross my legs, showing you that there is one tiny change in wardrobe.

I see your eyes looking downward, and although you didn’t waver, I could tell it got to you. The deep chocolate brown of your eyes that was once there were now completely black, and the bulge in your jeans was now very evident.

You tease me…

As you notice where my green eyes had shifted to. You slowly look back up at me; a sinful grin now adorns your chiseled face; and you leisurely move your right hand off the back of the couch where it was draped across the luxurious deep-red velvet couch. You slowly slip it down your body, down to your jeans; your eyes never leaving mine; and openly “adjust” yourself as you lick your soft red lips.

My eyes widen and I gasp softly at your attempt. Anyone else doing the same thing would make it look offensive, but you always have a way of making everything offensive and obscene look so damn sexy.

I falter…

After that very low; but incredibly hot; move, I get down from my stool and quickly, but calmly, walk to the bathroom, hoping you don’t notice the flushed look on my face. I look back at you and notice the look of triumph on your face and I want nothing more than to go over there and smack you…but on the other hand I wouldn’t mind going over there and taking you right there in front of everyone.

In the six months we’ve been playing this game; and with every other man I’ve dated; I have always been the one to come out on top. But tonight, you were the one on top.

And for some reason…I actually like it that way.

I look at myself in the mirror…

Attempting to control myself before I go back out there. I put on some lip-gloss, spray on a little Victoria’s Secret strawberries and champagne perfume, fix the clip in my hair…breathe.

He’s just a guy. I’ve dealt with all sorts of guys; old and young; before. Why was he so different? It has been this way since the first day that I’d met him.

*****
You captivated me…

“Honey, meet Orlando Bloom. Orlando, this is my lovely wife…”
*****

My husband introduced us. I always think back to that moment and wonder would he have introduced us to each other if he knew what would happen just three hours later…

*****
We went back to your room…

Kissing fervently, hands grabbing onto any piece of clothing we could get our hands on, and ripping them off as if they were sheets of wrapping paper that held a gift we both have wanted for so long.

You stood before me…

Staring closely at my naked body as you leisurely walk around me, half in fascination and half in shameless yearning. By the sinister look in your eyes, I could tell that you wanted me. Nothing, and no one, was going to stop you from getting what you wanted.

You laid your hands on me…

Lightly skimming the silky skin of my stomach, your touch sending my already warm body into a burning frenzy. Your hands felt soft yet a little bit rough against my skin, the sensation of it giving me goose bumps all over my skin.

You move behind me…

Wrapping your arm loosely around my small waist and tracing your fingers down my stomach. I look down at your hand on my right hip, noticing for the first time how very different our skin colors were. Your large and bronzed colored hand against my pale white skin looked almost unnatural, but some how, absolutely perfect.

I stare at your hand slowly moving from my hip to my belly. Every place your hand moved, my body quivered for more. My breathing becomes faster and more erratic, and my skin turns from a pale white to a rose-tint in a matter of seconds, indicating that my body was responding to your touch.

I roll my head back…

Onto your shoulder, reveling in the pleasure you were bringing to me, and that I had never experienced with my other partners, even my own husband.

Your lips touch my skin…

And I gasp in ecstasy. Tiny kisses that feel like little bursts of lightning crackling where ever your soft lips touch. I move my hand to your long, curly, chestnut hair and run my fingers through it. When I first saw you, all I could think of was how desperately I wanted to run my fingers through your gorgeous hair and now I was doing it.

I hear your laugh…

As your long and skilled tongue slowly traces the shell of my ear, whispering all the wicked and sinful things you would like to do to me. What you’re saying coupled with the actions of your tongue and your sexy voice all aid in the quivering of my body as it heats up and melts away any insecurities I had about coming here tonight.

I sigh loudly…

As your hand moves up my body to my supple breasts, gently pinching one of my pink nipples. With your other hand, you turn my head and passionately kiss me, slowly moving your long hot tongue in and out of my mouth. I moan as your movements become more hurried and I shriek as you hastily spin me around.

You grab me by my hips…

And fling me onto the bed as I squeal in delight. You slowly saunter over to me; the chocolate brown eyes that I had seen at dinner were now the color of charcoal. You climb up onto the bed and crawl on top of me; not touching me at all; your eyes just skimming over my body in a ravenous manner as if I am wildebeest and you are the hungry lion that has not eaten in three whole days.

“Where is Jonathan now?”…

You ask me while taking my long reddish-blonde hair out of its confines. It fans onto the crisp white bed-linen resembling rays of sunlight as you lean over and toss my diamond encrusted hair clip-the one that Jonathan had bought for the occasion-onto the nightstand next to the bed.

“…probably still at the party, schmoozing with the guests.” I say as I sit up and lightly kiss you on the lips. You kiss me back slightly before gently pushing me back onto the bed. “Why did you do that?” I ask, pouting.

“Because, love, we are going to do things my way.” You say while moving back down my body, not touching me in any way. I whimper at the sudden loss of heat from him until I feel your long, hot, wet tongue sensually stroking my stomach. You then move your tongue further south and, knowing just where you were headed, I begin to softly moan…

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“Hey honey, you remember Orlando right? He’s the one I told you about. The one that is going to be starring in a movie that someone I know is directing.” My husband says, knocking me out of my daydream.

I turn around on my stool to see the gorgeous gentleman that I had been dreaming about with the biggest-and sexiest-grin on his face. Even though I was completely hot for him, I still wanted to smack that grin off of his beautiful face.

He walks over to me, his eyes gazing into mine. “Of course she remembers me…how are you doing this evening, Jessica?” Orlando says as he leans over and pretends to give me a hug and kiss on the cheek, but instead he hugs me and quietly said, “I am definitely liking the change to my favorite outfit, love.” And then, light as a feather when run over your skin, he licks the outer shell of my ear and kisses me softly on the neck.

Before I could make an even bigger fool out of my self for actually responding to his little quip, Jonathan said, “Darling, the McAndersens have invited us to their new place in the Hamptons for the weekend. I have already taken the liberty of setting up the plane to take us there. Would you like to leave early morning or later in the afternoon. I know you hate mornings, but Gloria was going to have Nadia make a delicious lunch for us. It’s up to you though.”

Unfortunately, I only heard about six words that Jonathan said because, at that point, Orlando decided to slowly unzip my dress and caress the soft skin of my lower back.

My brain told me the right answer should’ve been, ‘Of course dear, we can leave whenever you want. I would love to spend a romantic weekend in the hamptons with you and your business partner.’ But my heart chose to cry out ‘NO! what the hell are you thinking? The last time you went, you spent the whole weekend in your room whilst Jonathan was out playing golf!’

Turning my head slightly, I see Orlando staring off behind me into the distance. He notices me staring at him and gives me a small smile that made me melt. I turn my head back to Jonathan and, with an intent look on my face, I try to decide whom I would like to spend the weekend with.

The man that, with one look, could turn me into a pile of goo.

Or my husband…

“Oh Jonathan I completely forgot to tell you, I am visiting my Mother and Father this weekend. They just got home from a windsurfing trip in Maui and they have movies of the trip. They invited you along…if you want to sit through those long movies…and vacation slides…” I say with a slight smile on my face. I could see the horror in his face. The last time we watched one of my Mother’s vacation movies we were there for 10 hours straight. I love my mother, but she is THE worst camera person ever. Even though I would rather throw myself off of the nearest cliff than watching her movies, I would have been so glad to see them this weekend.

Too bad that I had already called her and told her Jonathan was taking me skiing this weekend. But Jonathan doesn’t need to know that.

“Oh…why don’t you go see your Mother. I would love to go and see your mother’s amazing movies, but Tom has some VERY important business papers for me to go over with him before Monday. You understand right dear?” Jonathan asks with a sadden look on his face.

“Yeah sure Hon, I understand completely.” I say, trying not to smile.

He hugs me, kisses me on the temple of my head and says, “I knew you would. Give your mother and father my regards when you go. I have to go talk to a few more people and then we can go home. Orlando, look after my wife while I am gone. ”

And Jonathan walks away leaving Orlando and me standing at the bar. I look back at Orlando, catching him staring at me. Not that he really cared whether I caught him or not.

He turns his head, grinning. “Well…you heard him love, I have to look after you while he is gone and I intend to uphold this duty.” He says as he slyly runs his hand across my ass.

I gasp and turn my head towards him, vigilantly zipping up my dress and glaring at him through narrow eyes. “Orlando! My husband, who just happens to be backing the movie that you are starring in, is standing not fifteen feet away from us. So I suggest that you show a little decorum.” I hiss.

He, like always, just looks at me mischievously. “Jessica. Relax, Jonathan can not see anything. It’s too dark in here.” He moves closer to me and whispers. “I take it you are not going to your Mother’s?”

“No.” I say, his breath tickling my neck deliciously.

“Good. When is Jonathan leaving?” Orlando asks.

“…Tomorrow morning. Probably around 10am.” I say, my head lowering.

“Great. Around 10:30am good?” He inquires, his strong arm wrapping around my tiny waist as his other hand languidly moves up my dress.

“Ok.” I sigh breathlessly.

“Fabulous.” Orlando says roughly, his hand parting my legs slightly. His warm hand arrives at my burning core and he softly caresses the warm and wet flesh, something I’ve wanted him to do all night long. “I have a feeling that you can not wait till tomorrow. Is that right?”

I moan out loud; as his long finger penetrates my folds; and quickly cover my mouth so no one notices our little rendezvous.

“You are definitely ready, but love I want you to do me one favor.” Orlando says as he drives his long finger in and out of my heated essence.

“What…is…that?” I question slowly, trying hard to breathe.

“I want you to…” He murmurs as he lightly sucks on my neck under my ear. “Hold that thought.” And then leaves me hanging there in the middle of the bar, completely taken aback at his sudden departure. He grabs his coat, looks back at me, winks and strolls through the throng of people.

I blink slowly, still wondering what the hell just happened, when Jonathan walks up to me and says, “You ready to go darling?”

“Uh…yeah I guess.” I say, shaking my head.

Jonathan takes hold of my hand and we walk out of the club. As we walk through the club I tell Jonathan that I will meet him outside since I had to go to the ladies room. I walk in-happily noticing that no one was in there-and go into one of the stalls. I sit down on the toilet and take a deep breath, remembering what just happened, when I feel something in the pocket of my coat. I reach my hand inside and pull out the diamond encrusted clip that Jonathan gave me. Attached to it was a note. Knowing exactly who it was from, I pull the note off; dropping the clip in my pocket; and read the note.

Love,

You left this in my hotel room. See you tomorrow morning. Make sure that the door is unlocked, you are in your bedroom, and that you are completely undressed and ready for me. I don’t think the ready part is your concern since I could tell you are absolutely ready for me, but make sure you are naked when I get there. I will bring breakfast. How does a big plate of fruit sound? We wouldn’t even need to mess up any dishes *winks*.

See you tomorrow morning sweetheart,

Orlando

I fold the note back up, sticking it in my coat pocket, close my eyes and laugh.

Orlando Bloom…

You tempt me.
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The Temptation Series