And several miles away, Jack Foster came too.

Erupting hot streams of come into a bunch of wadded tissue, Jack Foster let himself climax over the phone.

And shocked the s.h.i.t out of himself as he did so.

What had begun as a slightly wicked phone call, intended to check up on Daphne and turn her on a little,

had become a fully engaged bout of the hottest phone s.e.x he could ever remember.

"Jesus H." He panted into the phone, still glued to the receiver and listening to Daphne's o.r.g.a.s.m as itwhimpered to a close."Dear lord."Well, if nothing else, they'd both found religion this morning. "You okay, babe?"There was silence for a moment. Jack's heart missed a couple of beats as he waited for Daphne's reply."Yes. I think so. Good grief. That's never... I've never... I mean...Jaaaack."He grinned. A wholly wicked, satisfied, just-made-my-woman-come-over-the-phone kind of grin. "I know, babe. Me too. That was some hot phone s.e.x.""Is that what we did? Phone s.e.x?""What would you call it?""Ummm."Jack tidied himself up as he waited for Daphne to think up a suitable response. He found he was still smiling. What was it about this woman?

"Well." Her voice came back on the line, a little stronger now. "I suppose, yes. Phone s.e.x. Myword ."She paused. "Don't think any less of me, Jack. But actually it was rather...fun.""Why should I think less of you? I think...I think I..." Words sprang to his lips, but he bit them back.

Christ. He'd nearly said the unthinkable. "I think you're one hot woman who really turns me on. And it makes me proud that I can return the favor."

There. His psyche neatly sidestepped issues of emotions and annoying things like the fact that his heartbeat went nuts when he thought of Daphne. That he wanted to take her to the Caribbean for a week and see her run naked through the surf.

That he wanted to spend more than one date with her. That he wanted to buy her a puppy just to see her eyes light up. That he wanted...more than just her body.

Oh h.e.l.l.

Jack was in trouble, and he knew it.

Funny thing was...he didn't care."Me?Hot ?" She snorted, jerking Jack's thoughts back to the conversation. "I have to tell you, Jack, theword 'hot' is not usually used in conjunction with me."

"Sweetheart, you just hadn't met the right guy."And I'm him. He. Whatever . "But you have now. Youset me on fire. And believe me, it's my pleasure to return the favor."

"Well." She sounded relaxed. "I suppose I should get back to work.""We're still on for Friday, yes?" Good Christ. He couldn't get enough. They'd just shared phone s.e.x,both o.r.g.a.s.med, and he was still ready for more.

"Oh yes."

Her enthusiastic response shot straight to his long-suffering c.o.c.k. If he was going to finish his shoot and

have the time for Daphne he wanted, he had to get his mind off her and back where it belonged. Onhiswork.And the three-way f.u.c.k he had to film when the crew got back from lunch.Funny thing. He got no excitement from the thought of the afternoon's schedule at all. But one lax moment of thinking about being with Daphne in a darkened movie theater-andwham . Mr. BigBoy roseagain.

Jack sighed. "Good. I'm looking forward to it." And that was the understatement of the year.

Saying goodbye and hanging up on Daphne was the hardest thing Jack could remember doing for a long time.

He frowned as he made his way back to the studio floor.

He'd known her for a matter of hours. f.u.c.ked her. Called her and had phone s.e.x with her. So it was allabout the s.e.x, right? Like everything else in his life.Uh-uh. His conscience shook its finger at him.You're lying to yourself, Jack. She's something special. She let you make love to her, not f.u.c.k her, and you know it, sure as s.h.i.t. Daphne couldn't f.u.c.k if her life depended on it. She makes love.And she'd made love to Jack Foster. Sure, she'd seen the car and the apartment, but h.e.l.l, he had a feeling she'd have made love to him regardless of where he lived or what he drove. She was that type ofwoman.One he'd never expected to meet.Certainly not in this lifetime.A loud bray of laughter greeted him, and three naked bodies stood in various positions of boredom around the set.

"C'mon, Big John. We've got some f.u.c.king to do here, and I've got plans for later." Brad Marshallgrabbed his c.o.c.k and began arousing it. "Can we get to it, Mr. Producer? Pretty please?"Donna Childs pouted. "He just wants to get in my a.s.s, Big John. You make sure he lubes up real good, okay?"

Oscar Dalhousie simply grinned. He was gonna get sucked off, either which way. He didn't care.

The crew went to work, the filming resumed, and Donna got it up the a.s.s while sucking c.o.c.k. Big John

Johnson was putting another p.o.r.n masterpiece "into the can".

Lube was plentiful, Oscar got to come down Donna's throat as well as on her t.i.ts, which pleased him to no end, and Brad looked d.a.m.ned fine while plunging into Donna's well-greased hole. And all the time, Jack Foster was thinking about Daphne Littlewood and a Friday night date at the movies. Chapter Eight The Wildwood Theater wasn't the most gorgeous piece of architecture on the block. In fact, as Daphne got out of Jack's Corvette on Friday night, she had to admit that it was actually quite ugly from the outside.

But it looked like heaven to her. Someplace where she was going on a date with the handsomest man in the world, who wanted to dateher .

Who'd shown up right on time, opened the car door for her, and generally made her feel like he really wanted to be there with her.

It was...intoxicating, to say the least. And to her eyes, the Wildwood looked just fine.

Jack did things to a small unit on his key ring and the car beeped in response.

Daphne grinned. Good lord, how men loved their toys. As if a woman would put an alarm on her hair dryer. Well, okay, hair dryers were a dime a dozen, and didn't hang out in dark parking lots. Nor did they cost as much as the annual budget of a small third world nation, but the principle was the same. Sort of.

She shrugged off her internal debate and let Jack lead her into the foyer of the theater.

Daphne breathed in that scent unique to cinemas the world over-a blend of popcorn, spilled sodas and humanity, with a healthy dash of perfume from the girls on their own Friday night dates.

He produced two tickets from his shirt pocked and smiled. "C'mon, Daph. Let's go grab some munchies."

"You got the tickets already?"

He waggled his eyebrows. "I have friends in high places."

She blinked and followed him through the spa.r.s.e crowd to the concession stand, and within moments found her arms full of the most monstrous bucket of popcorn she'd ever seen, three packets of Junior Mints and an extra large bag of Raisinets. Jack juggled sodas and tickets and led her out of the foyer and along a pa.s.sageway.

"You have to go to the men's room?" Daphne couldn't help the question. There was nothing else through here.

"Trust me, babe. I told you. I have friends." He led her to a small door and opened it onto a darkened staircase.

She frowned. "Jack? Where are we going?"

He motioned her inside. "We're going to watch the movie. In style, honey."

Cautiously she followed him up a winding stairway, the carpet frayed with age and the railing dusty. They

emerged into a dimly lit hallway, narrow and gloomy, with several doors leading off it. Jack stopped infront of the end one and grinned.Daphne's heart lurched. She so loved that happy grin of his."Here we are, sweetheart.""And that would be-where?"He opened the door with a flourish, and Daphne gasped.* * * * *The look on Daphne's face was worth the hour or so of phone calls and the deals Jack had made to procure this treat.

Wide-eyed and wondering, she stepped into the box. "Jack!It's one of the old theater boxes." Her voicewas a whisper.It was indeed. He'd promised a visitor's pa.s.s to the owner if he could have access to it, and Eddie had been very pleased indeed to accept the chance to watch his favorite p.o.r.n stars in action-up close and

personal as it were.

Eddie had even gone so far as to have the large cushioned seats vacuumed, which was a blessing, since a major portion of this level had been allowed to molder and rot. A sin in Jack's eyes.

"How fabulous." Daphne was smiling in excitement. "I've always known these were here, but never

realized they could still be used."

Jack's heart glowed. It was as corny as all h.e.l.l, but doing something nice for someone made him feel good. d.a.m.n good.

He grinned. "Most of them aren't. But I know the owner, and he said it was okay. For us. Tonight."And because I promised him a chance to watch some tootsies get nailed by a couple of guys. From the director's chair.

Jack shook his thoughts away. For tonight he was just Jack, guy out on a date with his best girl. His only girl. G.o.d, this was a made-for-TV sponsored-by-a-greeting-card-company moment. He should have been getting nauseous.

He wasn't. He was getting h.o.r.n.y.

"Come sit down. Try out these plush seats." He tapped the upholstered bench and coughed as a little cloud of dust rose from it. The vacuuming hadn't been too thorough. "Er...they may be a little grimy still..."

"Doesn't bother me," Daphne smiled. "This is just too cool, Jack. Ilove it." She settled down and relieved herself of the popcorn and candies. "There's so much room, too."

Jack smiled back. "Not a great view of the screen, mind you. This was really designed for theatergoers, rather than movie patrons. Probably explains why they've fallen into disuse."

"Such a pity. Can't you just imagine seeing a live show from here? It would be fabulous." Daphne's eyes

sparkled with excitement. "It's like...like being a bird nesting on the side of a cliff, isn't it?""Um. Yeah, I guess. Never thought of it that way." He was fixated on the thrills that chased themselvesover her face, her blatant enjoyment of such a simple treat.

He'd forgotten how to have fun.

The thought blindsided him for a moment as he helped Daphne out of her jacket. Plain, simplefun .Taking a girl to the movies and making it special for her. No deals, no bargains, no negotiations, just fun.G.o.dd.a.m.n. He'd forgotten too much in the past few years. Lost touch with the human side of life in his pursuit of his career and his goals.

The lights dimmed and the curtains swirled back from the projection screen. Daphne snuggled next toJack with an expectant smile on her face and reached for the popcorn. "This is fun."Uncannily, she'd echoed his thoughts. "It is indeed."Jack relaxed and let the opening soundtrack roll over him. For once, he was going to be himself, a regular guy. Having a good time with a date on a Friday night. He was going to eat popcorn, drink soda,

and maybe grab a quick kiss in the darkness.

He stretched out his legs, enjoying the freedom to move them around and not whack into the seat in front. Some things were worth the price, and this moment would have been worth just about anything.

"Okay." Daphne munched happily. "Casablanca trivia time."Jack raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Bring it on, babe.""What was the real name of the movie?"Jack snorted. "Too easy. The movie was based on a play called 'Everybody Comes to Rick's'.""Very good." Daphne nodded approvingly. "I'm impressed.""Here's one for you." Jack thought for a moment. "How did Ingrid Bergman end up playing Ilsa?"Daphne frowned. "Um...they cast her?"Jack smirked. "Uh-uh. She was under contract to Selznick. Hal Wallis wanted her for the role, so he had to trade. Know who he traded?"Daphne shook her head, a fascinated gaze on her face."Olivia DeHavilland.""Don't tell me." Daphne giggled. "Melanie? 'Gone With the Wind'?""Same one. But that came out in 1939. 'Casablanca' was released in 1942. Know why they chose the name 'Casablanca'?"She shook her head."Because not long before, in 1938 I think, a very successful movie called 'Algiers' had been released..."

"Oh yes...I've seen that one...Charles Boyer and Hedy Lamarr, right?""Very good." Jack raised his eyebrows. "NowI'm impressed. Anyway, Hal Wallis wanted somethingthat would catch people's attention so he picked Casablanca as a good t.i.tle, and it turns out that the film was released right around the time the darn place was invaded during the war. It was a perfect blend ofpatriotism, romance, adventure and fortuitous marketing.""You sound a bit cynical, Jack." Daphne glanced at him as she sipped her soda."No, actually I'm not. They couldn't have known where the war was going when they shot the film. And let's face it, that scene where they sing the national anthems of France and Germany still makes people

shiver, even today-sixty years later."

The strains of the cla.s.sic theme song flooded the theater and Daphne settled against him with a sigh of pleasure as the movie got underway.

The story unfolded and swept Jack up into its magic once again, but this time he found himself watching it

with new eyes. No longer did he calculate the lighting angles, watch for continuity errors or timing issues.

He simply watched it as a man. Watched the expressions cross Rick's face as he dealt with his customers, good old Louis, and the Frenchwoman who he was about to dump.

"Did you know..." Daphne leaned over and whispered in his ear. "That n.o.body ever actually says 'play

it again, Sam'? It's the most misquoted movie line ever, I read someplace."Jack turned his face and brushed her lips with his lightly. "Of course I knew that. You're talking to themajor movie buff here, babe."

She tasted of popcorn, b.u.t.ter and Daphne, and suddenly the movie faded into unimportance beside the woman he held in his arms. He rubbed his chin against her hair, loving its softness.