Caught on Camera: Part Three by Lily Harlem Page B

separate room, is there? Might as well make the most of being the stars and enjoying the privilege that comes with it.” He strolled to the black windows that slanted into the room. “And that’s living in the lap of luxury for a week.”
    The Luxor was a pyramid-shaped building meaning all the rooms’ windows were at an angle, but it didn’t detract from the opulence of the place. It was decorated in gold and black with a red carpet and red accessories, including an enormous scattering of cushions on the bed. A huge picture of a blackjack table hung over a cabinet set with fresh flowers and a bowl of fruit.
    “Fuck, it has another room through here,” Reece said, wandering into what appeared to be a lounge, complete with fully stocked bar area in the corner.
    “Cool,” Cade said, running his hand over the back of a plush velvet chair then following Reece.
    “It’s more than cool. This is the poshest place I’ve ever been in.” Reece gawped around.
    Cade walked up to him and pulled him close. “Get used to it, sexy, ’cause you’re a star. This is how stars live.”
    Reece smiled and kissed him.
    Reece still couldn’t get used to the fact that Cade was his to kiss. It all felt so natural, like it was meant to be. As for being a star, that would take a bit of getting used to, but he’d cope if it meant he got to hang out here—for free.
    “You know that stiffy you had halfway across the Atlantic?” Cade murmured.
    “Yeah?” Reece said.
    “Still got it?”
    “I reckon.”
    “Want to do something about it?”
    “Well, we could just call it rehearsing.”
    Cade tipped his head back and laughed. “Fuck, I got lucky when you wandered in to the Henley-Smythes’.”
    “And don’t you know it.” Reece grinned too.
    “Let’s explore,” Cade said. “There’s bound to be a shower around here somewhere and I don’t know about you, but I’m still grimy from packing in Wiltshire and ready to wash that dirt away.”
    Reece was happy to follow Cade toward another doorway that did indeed lead into a bathroom.
    But it wasn’t any old bathroom. It was a lavish en suite with golden taps, a roll-top bath on golden legs and a massive walk-in shower with huge golden shower sprays that were set into the walls, as well as overhead.
    “Well it’s a bit shabby, but it’ll do,” Reece said, squeezing Cade’s hand.
    Cade grinned and glanced around the top of the room.
    “What are you doing?” Reece asked.
    “Just checking for cameras.”
    “What?” Reece mimicked him, scanning the corners of the room. “You really think he would?”
    “Nah, not really, but doesn’t hurt to check.”
    “What, like I should have in the garden that time?”
    Cade pulled him close. “You complaining?”
    “Well, now the shock of unwittingly being filmed getting fucked senseless has died down, I guess not.”
    “You loved it.”
    Reece shrugged. He had loved their first-time movie it was true, but he couldn’t deny being filmed without knowing that was the case was still a bit of a sore subject.
    “It’s fine in here,” Cade said. “Come on. Let’s get soaped up.”
    “I think it’s going to get dirty, this getting clean business.”
    “Oh yeah.” Cade released Reece’s hand, yanked off his boots then started to peel off the jeans and sweater he’d traveled in. “You can count on that.”
    Reece toed off his shoes, then tossed his jeans and boxers onto an ornate-backed burgundy chair before adding his navy polo to the pile.
    Reece’s cock was hard. It wasn’t from memories of the script or from what he and Cade had done before. He was hard for now—this—a wonderful moment that really was just the two of them.
    No audience, no cameras and no hidden agenda. This would just be about pleasure.
    Pure pleasure.
     

Chapter Thirteen
     
     
     
    Reece stepped into the large shower cubicle. Cade had already turned on the water and it fell down like he imagined it would in the rainforest. Hard, long shots of