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raised his hand to caress her smooth cheek.

"You are beautiful," he whispered. She looked like a goddess that had come down from Mount Olympus to seduce a lovesick, human fool.

The moment he touched her cheek a storm raged through him, and he was lost in a maelstrom that took him right out of his body, to another time and place. The world around him was lost in blackness, and he felt consumed by a feeling of something draining from him, as if his whole being was sucked through a crack in the dark. A blinding light streamed through the opening and made him shut his eyes against its brightness.

A fraction of a second later, everything had changed. He felt real again. Still slightly dizzy, he could feel the warmth of a breeze on his skin.

"Open your eyes, Luke," he heard her voice again, and cracked open his eyelids. The beautiful woman was standing before him, but they were not in the park anymore. It was night, and they were on a long, vast beach, standing bare-footed in sand so white it gleamed beneath the endless sky.

Looking at her, he took a rugged breath. Her body, clad in a tight black dress, was partly covered by her waist-long hair, but what he saw was perfect. More curvaceous than she had appeared from afar, her breasts were tight and so full that he wanted to bury his face between them. When his eyes wandered lower, his mouth went dry, and he cleared his throat.

"Where the hell am I?" he said hoarsely. As an actor, he was used to unusual situations, but this was strange, being here with her as they stood in the warm sand, staring at each other.

"This is my home," she said. "We are near my house in Boston."

"This beach is in Boston?" he said, not even bothering to point out that they'd been in a park in L.A. just a minute ago. "Impossible. This looks more like the Caribbean."

"Nothing's impossible," she said. "When I'm in my house, whatever I wish for simply happens. And I wanted you to be here with me, Luke," she said, her hand reaching out for him and taking his. Her voice was like a caress.

Feeling her fingers in his, Luke closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again. He had to find out if this whole scenario was real, or maybe just a dream. But even if this was only his imagination, it felt incredibly real. A soft breeze from the sea carried the distinctive salty, wild smell of the ocean. He saw the moonlight of this starless night playing on her shiny dark hair, bathing the beach and the water in a deep blue light. For the first time he realized that it had somehow, very suddenly, grown dark, although he had walked up to her in the bright sunlight of early afternoon.

Unable to hold himself back any longer, he brought her hand up to his lips, kissing her palm. Her soft sigh made him bold enough to draw her into his arms. They both drew in a sharp breath when their bodies molded into each other. He claimed her inviting lips with a groan of satisfaction and kissed her with all the hunger he felt for her. He gently teased her lips with feathery kisses for a while until she opened her sweet mouth for him and let him in, their tongues mating for the very first time. He drew her closer, his hands exploring her body, every curve and valley. Moaning, she rubbed herself against him before she grabbed his hands and brought them up to her chest, silently begging to be touched.

 Again he wondered if this was real. Real, like the feeling of her ample breasts filling his large hands perfectly, like she had been made for him. Groaning, he brought them together and kneaded them very gently, using his thumbs to rub her tight peaks through the thin fabric of her dress. He was pleased when he heard a low moan escaping from her lips. Was she really a goddess who had come down to earth to seduce him and steal his soul while he fell for her charms? He didn't care. All he wanted was to take her right here, right now. He placed his hands onto her deliciously rounded backside and pressed her close to him so she could feel how much he wanted her.

When the goddess rubbed herself against his throbbing shaft and pressed her sweet lush lips to his, opening them for him and teasing him with her tongue, Luke lost all self-control. He was only a man, and this was already more than he could bear. But he would show her that he wasn't her plaything. He was a movie star, after all.

So he swept her up in his muscular arms and drew her down with him to lie on the sand near the edge of the ocean, gentle waves rolling in and washing warm water over their feet. The goddess landed right on top of him, her soft curves pressing against his hard, aroused body.

The fine white sand was still warm from the day's sun. Their two bodies, entangled, rolled around on it, their movements a dance as old as time. A male, tanned and hard with muscle, and the long, slender limbs of a female wrapped all around her lover, making them look like a single creature from the depths of the sea that had been swept to the shore.

He explored the sweetness of her mouth for a long time, deeply kissing her like it was his last day on earth. All the passion that had waited under his calm and cynical surface was released and broke out like a volcano since this seductive goddess had awakened him from his dull existence. He felt like a sleeper who had dreamt his whole life, and was awake for the first time. "Who are you?" he whispered against her mouth.

"Jane," she breathed, offering him

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