Free Trouble With Harry by Myla Jackson Page A

frantic. Harry pushed up to his knees and held her hips in his hands, his balls slapping against her buttocks, the smacking sound accentuating the erotic fervor.
    Edie draped her legs up over Harry’s shoulders and clutched at the satin sheets with her fists. Her body tensed again as she shot to the top and spasmed into a second, full release.
    Harry rammed into her again and held her steady as his body shuddered. His eyes clenched shut, while the hands gripping her hips squeezed so tightly, Edie knew she’d have bruises. Then Harry collapsed over her gathering her into his arms, while he dragged air into his lungs.
    “Cut!” A voice shouted beyond the bank of lights. “That wasn’t in the script. You call that foreplay? Where’s the foreplay? People pay for hours of foreplay. The public wants porn, not a quick fuck. Fuckin’ hell, we’ll have to start over. And we’ll need clean sheets.”
    Oh geez. She and Harry had just performed in front of a freakin’ camera. Had she completely lost her mind? Their lovemaking would be on celluloid for all to view. Including her father!
    “Oh Harry, what have we done?” Edie said against Harry’s chest.
    He tipped her head back until he could see into her eyes. “We just made love.”
    Edie laughed and hiccoughed on a sob. “I know. But here?”
    “It’s as you wished.” He drew the sheets up over her nakedness and ran a thumb over her lip.
    Kissing the tip of his tongue she whispered, “I wish we were back in my apartment.”
    The light shimmered again, and the satin sheets changed beneath her into the comforting brushed cotton sheets of her own bed. When she opened her eyes, her favorite print of a Golden Retriever stared down at her in the dim lighting. A heavy weight pressed against her from her breasts to her groin. And someone’s penis filled the space inside her.
    “Harry?”
    * * * * *
    “I’m here, Edie.” Harry pushed up on his forearms and stared down at Edie. Her warmth surrounded his cock, the tight walls of her vagina making him hard again. What had he done? “Good lord, Edie.” He jerked backward, sliding out to the end of his shaft.
    But the woman beneath him gasped and clasped his naked buttocks before he could free himself of her.
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t even think.” He leaned on one elbow and trailed a hand over her cheek. “Did I hurt you?” Then he slapped his palm against his forehead and groaned. “Oh God, you were a virgin!” Again, he tried to pull out of her.
    But she didn’t let him. “So?”
    “So, I’ve ruined you and in front of witnesses.” He dropped his head to her breasts. “Oh, Edie, I’m so sorry.”
    “Are you really?” Her voice shook.
    When he lifted his head, Harry could see the tears glistening on the edges of her eyelashes. “I’m not sorry I had the pleasure of your body, but I’m sorry I took your virginity. Hell, I can’t give it back.”
    “Did I ask for it back?” She raised a hand to his face, her soft fingers caressing the stubble on his jaw. “Thank you, Harry.” Her words were humble and he could tell they were spoken from her heart.
    “For what? I’ve ruined you.” This nightmare was going from bad to worse for this gentle, sweet woman. How could he have let this happen?
    She smiled a soft, secret smile and her face glowed with her beauty. “I always thought I’d die a virgin.”
    “This was a huge mistake, I should have had the wherewithal to stop when I realized you were a virgin. This is all my fault.”
    “Edie? Harry?” Mitch’s voice called out from the other side of the bedroom door.
    Before Harry could react, the door flung open and Mitch raced in.
    “Edie! Thank God! We were so worried and then Harry disappear—” Mitch’s words and feet ground to a halt and his jaw dropped. “What the hell?”
    “Mitch, I can explain—” Edie started.
    But Mitch’s eyes narrowed and his lips firmed into a hard line. He marched up to Harry, grabbed him by the arm and yanked