Dakota swung the restroom door open and was confronted by an ocean of onlookers.

It was deathly quiet until a six foot, six inches tall, bold headed man in jeans and a leather biker jacket stepped forward.

"Excuse me," he said in a gruff voice.

Dakota instinctively took a step back. In so doing her backside was pressed against Jamie's front. Jamie's hands like steel bands shot out to keep her from losing balance. She took a sharp intake of breath their bodies collided. "The exquisite torment of arousal," she thought to herself.

Jamie sized up the tall well built man before them. He was not concerned if it came to a violent confrontation. The only shame was that there would be witnesses with mobile cameras present. He would have to contain the visceral attack. Oh well, needs must! He could distract the man by throwing Dakota's white silk panties at him. When the opponent responded with a punch towards him, he could easily swipe that away and in response punch him hard enough on the jaw, on the left and right, to fracture it. Slap both ears to disorientate his opponent, punch the diaphragm and leave him unconscious on the floor. It could be over in seconds. Too bad about the witnesses.

The man spoke in a gruff voice, "I'm Pete and you're my daughter, Beth's role model."

"Oh, it's kind of you to say that Pete," said Dakota taking the large hand that was extended to her, "but I've never thought of myself as a role model," she gushed beaming a smile.

"I tell you what, you've achieved so much," Pete began as Dakota took a step away from Jamie. Pete continued, "When my daughter suffered a mental breakdown after teenage bullying at school, we never gave up because you recovered after a thirty day inpatient treatment programme. Look at you now, a successful model and actress. A star in your own right," he spoke in awe. "You showed those bullies Dakota. Beth is much better now as you can see." Pete gestured to the tall, slender, blonde standing next to him.

Dakota gave Beth a warm hug as she was enthusiastically introduced to the rest of Pete's family. Pete pointed to Jamie, "Is this your boyfriend," he asked.

"Jamie is a good friend and co star on the Fifty Shades of Grey movie. He's my onscreen boyfriend," Jamie whose un-tucked shirt covered his groin shook hands with Pete who slapped him as if to say any friend of Dakota's is a friend of mine.

"We were rehearsing back there," Jamie explained straight faced.

"Is that what they are calling it these days," replied Pete with a worldly yet understanding look. They were two young people obviously attracted to each other, who was he to judge? They had a code to protecting their own native sons and daughters. No one was going to spill the beans on what transpired between Jamie and Dakota in that restroom.

The co-stars made small talk, signed numerous autographs, had selfies taken with fans before making excuses and leaving the bar. Jamie marvelled at how at ease Dakota was with everyone they met. She managed to leave them feeling that they had made a personal connection with her. After an hour, Jamie was firm by making their excuses and politely pried Dakota away from admiring fans.

They rode from the bar onto hiking trails until they got a secluded lush green meadow by a stream that reflected the mountainous landscape. From their vantage point, they could see the blue ocean in the horizon.

They settled down on the blankets Dakota had rolled against her saddle bags. Jamie opened the bottle of whisky and took a swig from the bottle before handing it to Dakota. She winced at the fiery taste as it hit the back of her throat and let her lips open a fraction. Phew!

"You have a way of engaging people and inspiring them," Jamie complimented Dakota as she took another generous swig.

"How could I inspire Pete, a man who put his life on the line for this country in three deployments to Afghanistan? A man who is in his bullied daughter's life and keeps his family together with a small construction business in this economy," morose Dakota replied, "He's the inspiration not me."

There was a sad far-away look in Dakota's eyes as she spoke. They never had much one to one time, to talk several months ago. Jamie arrived to the filming project late in the day after Charlie Hunnam's unexpected departure. They often went through their lines in the evenings, but during the day on the film set Dakota was so friendly she was often engrossed in conversations with the cast and crew. She remembered details about their lives and made them all feel special. On the few occasions Jamie and Dakota went out for a drink or meal in Vancouver, they were always accompanied. Even when Dakota came to his rented family home, she was more often than not fussing over Millie and his newborn daughter, Dulcie.

From what Dakota said to Beth, it could be victimisation by bullies at school that drove her to work prolifically. Was she trying to prove she could make friends and succeed in the entertainment industry despite what school bullying did to her? He had never thought someone like Dakota, who appeared to have everything, could be bullied like any average teen. She was intelligent but at times she seemed vulnerable. It was at those moments that he had the urge to cuddle her. To keep her safe. When they were acting Jamie wanted his scent on Dakota so everyone knew they were intimate.

Jamie lay on his side and pulled her forward so she was also lying on her side facing him. His hand slowly travelled up her leg, under her dress and rested on her naked derrière.

He slowly caressed her bottom thinking how much he had missed her, "I find you more inspirational because you were only seventeen when you admitted yourself for inpatient treatment. I despair when I think millions of young people get bullied every day, because they are different or make their peers jealous."

"If there's anything I learnt from rehab at Visions Teen Treatment Centre, Malibu, it is that looking dorky or being embarrassed by people talking about every salacious detail of parents' personal issues can drive any teen to despair," she smiled sadly.

"I can relate to that. I was teased at school for being a pale, asthmatic, skinny lad that grew into a shy, baby faced teen. If that was not bad enough, at home, my older sisters' mates would say to me, 'You're so cute.' I hate being called 'cute', for a young man, on the rugby team and wanting to look macho, 'cute' borders on being emasculated." Jamie did not mention that he was on a radical diet inspired by one of Ireland's most legendary athletes, a diet that had contributed to his athleticism, enduring youthful appearance, strength and inexplicable attraction for Dakota especially when she blushed.

Although what his hand was doing to her backside was making her flushed with need for him, Dakota liked hearing about Jamie's childhood. His experiences of teenage teasing had stayed with the adult he had become.

Jamie believed he had a baby face despite millions of people that viewed the first movie trailer declaring him the most attractive man in the world. At the bar it was obvious that men and women found him the epitome of masculinity. Someone they immediately looked up to. Dakota sensed something else, a palpable sadness emanating from Jamie. He must be missing Millie and Dulcie. She missed them too.

"You might admire me without the beard but I'm self conscious without it."

Dakota traced her fingers on his clean shaven handsome face and moved onto his nose.

"My nose bends to the right."

"Really?" Dakota asked in surprise. She thought his nose had character and suited his face perfectly.

"It's been broken about three times."

"How did you manage to do that?"

"The first time it broke, my tennis coach threw a ball right into my face."

"Ouch. What did you do to deserve that?" She commiserated with him and kissed the tip of his nose.

"That's a long story..."Jamie basked in her caring attention.

"May be you'll tell me someday."

"May be," he replied throwing his head back and laughed. "My reflexes improved as a result. My reaction time to a shot at one hundred and fifty miles an hour is near certain these days. The second time my nose broke was when a rugby maul collapsed and my face got in the way."

"You make tennis and rugby sound like violent gladiatorial blood sports," Dakota blushed at how drawn she was to the danger Jamie described.

"Some people do not react well to competition," he said light heartedly pointing at the tip of his nose that she obligingly placed a wet kiss on and shivered at the reaction when her lips came into contact with his heated skin.

"I was in London, at a pub in Clapham when a punter head butted me. His girlfriend could not stop admiring me. Her boyfriend thought it was my fault."

"How could that be your fault," Dakota was somewhat taken aback.

"He was in no state to listen to reason. He broke his skull on my nose and chipped one of my teeth for good measure."

"Your nose has been put through the ringer, huh?" she leaned in and planted a third kiss on his nose. Lying fully clothed beside him, Dakota sensed a volcanic eruption of violence bubbling beneath the surface. Jamie's insecurities about his nose were battle scars of his physical prowess.

Jamie was an incredibly confident public speaker and well renowned entertainer. Who would have thought an internationally renowned underwear model would have body issues and not go under the knife to fix it? Jamie had the same hung ups people did. Dakota was gripped with anxiety before an audition or the first day of a project. Jamie's strength and friendship helped on the film set, more than he knew.

"I can't imagine anyone wanting to hurt you in school," Jamie's voice was heavy with emotion as his caresses moved from her derrière to the small of her back. The irony of saying that to Dakota after spanking her, struck Jamie and he smiled. He had missed the feeling of quiet companionship and laughter in her company.

What was it about Dakota that irresistibly drew him to her? Having dated classic beautiful women, like Keira Knightley, he knew it was more than Dakota's body. It was her sense of fun, ability to laugh, to challenge him, to work harder than anyone he knew yet truly care about people. Dakota did not hide the fact that a stress event led to her being in rehab in the Visions Teen Treatment Center in Malibu. They offer mental health, substance abuse and family treatment. Speaking frankly about being bullied, the difficulty of her mother and step father separating and self doubt gave hope to younger fans like Beth. Both Dakota's natural parents had been in rehab for substance abuse and it was sometimes assumed that she was treated for the same condition.

What he admired most about Dakota was her love of animals. Her so called main man Zeppelin was a rescue dog. Jamie hadn't met anyone who showered a pet with more love. Just as he thought Zeppelin was the extent of Dakota's generosity, he had overheard a conversation from her film set trailer. She was instructing her accountant to extend the rent she had been paying for three years on a riding school that was hit by the global recession.

Most of all, her caring nature and tenderness melted his icy reserve. Her dedication to work, hints of vulnerability and feminist independence challenged him to be a better person. "It's your inner beauty that makes you special," he surprised himself by saying it out loud.

Dakota threw her head back and laughed out loud. Her lyrical laughter, chimed like fairy bells and made him smile. "You don't have to flatter me Jamie."

"I call it as I see it Dakota. You have feelings for me," Jamie said his eyes absorbed in her rose coloured full lips.

"Did I give myself away in another Freudian slip," she asked looking into the intense blue eyes engrossed on her lips.

"Not this time," Jamie said with warmth in his eyes and affection in his voice. "There's a sure way of proving it. An experiment of sorts, Q.E.D an equation that has to be proven," he paused letting the meaning of what he was suggesting sink in.

Dakota intrigued by his proposition asked, "What kind of experiment could prove my feelings for you."

"A kiss," he smiled wryly.

"Don't make fun of me," Dakota said a hurt expression descending on her face. She had kissed him several times on the nose. She pushed away the strong muscular hand that had been gently caressing her naked derrière under her short black leather dress.

Her look of rejection made Dakota more appealing to Jamie. He smiled willing her to trust him. Placing his arm on the small of her back, he drew her ever so slowly towards his body until his sweet breath fanned her face.

"Dakota, ask me to kiss you," he was giving her control of the situation.

"How?"

"Say the words and you'll see."

Jamie made her feel the way Christian made Ana feel. Being that close to him was both terrifying and exhilarating. Her heart was beating so fast she could barely breathe, "Kiss me," Dakota whispered huskily.

His warm lips brushed her closed ones. The feather light kiss was barely discernible. She was just about to lean into him for more when Jamie pulled away.

"How was that," Jamie asked hiding his amusement as he rubbed his thumb on her lower lip.

"There were no fireworks! Does that prove I don't have feelings for you," she smiled mischievously.

"I don't want anyone to walk in on us," he said looking pointedly at the foot paths some distance away.

"It shouldn't matter who gets to see us, it's only a kiss," Dakota had a naughty challenging glint in her eyes. She had been told Jamie avoided public displays of affection. She was determined to cure him of it. Her smile broadened. A kiss may not prove anything but it would go some way to getting Jamie to do something he was not comfortable doing.

"Only a kiss huh," he scoffed at her devil-may-care attitude as his hand drew her face slowly but inexorably towards his. She felt his sweet breath on her full rosy lips. Jamie's deep blue eyes with smouldering hazel star burst, locked with Dakota's sea blue sapphire ones. They were entranced as his lips came into contact with her lower lip.

A thrill of pleasure spread through Dakota's body as Jamie's lips moved on hers possessing every throbbing inch. He felt her lips surrender to his, her body move closer till her breasts were pressed against his chest.

Her breathing was laboured as her heart hammered against his muscled chest. He needed more. Jamie balanced his weight carefully on top of Dakota. As she moaned with pleasure from the pressure of his weight above her, Jamie thrust his tongue into the delicious warmth of her mouth. He slowly withdrew his tongue then thrust it back in again a wild enactment of how he wanted to plant his manhood in her innermost core.

Dakota gave in to the sensations of pleasure that fired to every nerve ending in her body. Her eyes held captive by Jamie's communicated how much his hands and mouth calculatingly aroused her. Dakota surrendered to Jamie's sinful seduction.

She basked in his love making like a flower bud opening up to sunlight at the break of dawn. Jamie's kisses became more persuasive. Dakota's limbs spread out like unfurling petals. Her mouth opened up to his tongue licking and thrusting. His hand yanked down her dress to expose her breasts. Her firm breasts shook when freed from the dress. The bounce of her firm swollen breasts was achingly alluring. Dakota felt his muscular hands firmly stroke her naked breast at the same time his razor sharp teeth lightly grazed her full lower lip. He was careful not to break her skin.

Dakota moaned beneath his sensual ministrations and more than ever Jamie longed for sexual release as her breasts swelled beneath the small of his palm. Her presumptuous nipples were erect reaching out for attention. He pinched each nipple lightly between his thumb and fingers.

She took a sharp intake of breath against his mouth and her body reached up towards his body. She wound her legs around him, squeezed his firm heavily veined muscular arms and bottom whilst returning his deep kisses.

Surprised by the raw urgency of Dakota's response, Jamie lifted his mouth to gaze longingly at the lips that gave so much pleasure. Gazing at her flushed face convinced him more than ever that his body was bound to hers in some incomprehensible way. Dakota was oblivious to her own semi nakedness and to their being in wide open space, with a hiking trail a short distance away.

Dakota may have been oblivious to their surroundings but Jamie's senses were alert. Some women didn't want tender sex. They wanted to be taken roughly preferably by Christian Grey. As an embodiment of Christian, Jamie had become familiar with tying up, whipping and spanking Dakota. She always responded to his Christian but he felt greater satisfaction feeling her respond just as strongly to tenderness.

Jamie removed his palm from her swollen tear shaped breasts but her body rose up in search of his touch. His eyes returned to hers for a lingering moment.

He kissed her lips whilst pulling up the lower half of her dress so she was naked from her midriff. He had already pulled down the top half to expose her breasts.

Jamie tore away from Dakota's lips to feast his eyes on her curvaceous body. Rounded, full breasts, with pink nipples erect and puckered begging to be nibbled. Her skin like autumn leaves on the trees, blushed with the glow and scent of desire.

Taking a deep breath, Jamie tore his blue smouldering eyes from Dakota's erect sensitive nipples to the full lips she had just moistened with her tongue. The flash of tongue when she did that was a turn on. He began unbuttoning his shirt so he could feel her swollen breasts and impudent nipples against his muscular chest; against his masculine nipples.

She marvelled at Jamie's well defined chest, the smattering of dark curly hair at the top of his chest and just below his navel disappearing into the belt securing his jeans. The belt reminded Dakota of the marks the spanking on the film set left on her derrière. When Jamie used the belt, the direction he was given was to be forceful and not to caress the hurt on her backside during the Red Room session. It wasn't the searing pain of the belt that hurt, it was how remote Jamie was when he didn't touch her during the Red Room session. She knew he could hurt her physically and emotionally but when Jamie turned that smouldering gaze devouring her body, his sensual lips open, she surrendered.

"Say my name Dakota. Say you want me," Jamie asked breathlessly. To him, she was the fun loving, independent feminist and the vulnerable young adult, the animal rescuer and philanthropist, thrill seeking, yet hard working. Jamie didn't want there to be any doubt in her mind that she had feelings for him. This time was not a simulation.

Almost insensible in a perfect storm of sexual sensations firing all over her body, it took a moment for Jamie's words to sink in. "I want you...Jamie."

Jamie's mouth reclaimed Dakota's, with unrestrained hunger. His lips parted hers as his tongue sought the nectar of her warm mouth.

Dakota's moan came from deep inside her throat as Jamie placed a hand on her breast whilst two of his fingers trapped her erect nipples. He had not missed nipple clamps as much he did that afternoon with Dakota. Then he lowered his naked muscular chest with light dustings of dark hair against her breasts. She felt the weight of his body over hers.

With parted lips, Jamie coaxed her mouth open wide enough for his tongue to entice the tongue he had seen a flash of, into his mouth. He sucked hungrily from it. He then let her suck from his tongue and the sensation was as erotic as a blow job. Dakota felt the rippling muscles in his arms flex savouring every moment her existence melded with his.

He left a southbound trail of molten kisses from her lips to her chin, to her sensitive long neck and lower still. Jamie's slow kisses had Dakota writhing onto him. Still in jeans, he pressed the outline of his manhood against the warm, moist centre between her legs. At the same moment he sucked a nipple into his mouth.

He run his tongue around the nipple until her back arched towards him as pleasure radiated throughout her body. When Dakota could not take any more he pressed his lips together around one nipple and pulled until a moan escaped from her lips. He did the same to the other nipple as Dakota pushed her body into his, clinging to him with her arms and legs. It was wonderful feeling her limbs on his body. On the film set her limbs were bound so she could not hold him the way that she was.

As Dakota willingly surrendered to Jamie's ministrations of intense pleasure, she ceased to exist in her own person. She was dying to self and melding into one body with him. Dakota finally understood why the French referred to an orgasm as, 'la petite mort', 'the little death'.

Dakota was breathless, getting closer and closer to the peak, when Jamie tore his body away from her body, from the grasp of her limps letting a cool breeze like a cold shower dampen her desire.

Dakota looked questioningly into Jamie's eyes that were surveying her breasts and nipples still erect and wet from being sucked. He proceeded to yank the top half of her dress back up to cover up her breasts and the lower half to cover the melting core between her legs.

Without saying a word, Jamie stood up abruptly, striding off with determination towards the horses buttoning up his shirt as he went.

"¡Qué mierda!" 'what the hell!' Dakota muttered under her breath.

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