Jennifer's decision (R18 - Last Part)

In the dimly lit bedroom, Jennifer and Lucas lay naked, their bodies entwined in the warmth of each other's embrace. The sheets were in a tangle around them, evidence of their recent passionate encounter. Breathing heavily, they stared into each other's eyes, savoring the intimate moment.

"Want... another round?" Jennifer asked shyly, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.

Lucas chuckled softly, gently caressing her cheek. "I didn't expect you to be so eager, especially since it's your first time." He teased, his voice low and husky.

"Well, do you want to or not?" she challenged playfully, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Of course," he whispered, guiding his hardening length back into her welcoming heat. With slow, sensual movements, they began to make love again, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Their moans filled the room as they lost themselves in the pleasure, their bodies becoming one once more.

As they both climaxed, their cries of ecstasy mingled together, their bodies shuddering in unison. Collapsing onto the bed, they lay spent, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

"That was... amazing," Jennifer panted, her chest heaving.

"It was," Lucas agreed, kissing her forehead. "But I think we can do better."

After catching their breath, their desire for each other still burning strong, they embarked on another round of passionate lovemaking.

This time, they took their time, exploring every inch of each other's bodies, savoring each touch, each kiss, and each moan.

"You feel so good," Jennifer moaned, her nails digging into Lucas's back as he entered her slowly, teasingly.

"God, you're so tight," he groaned, his hips rocking in a sensual rhythm. "I could do this all night."

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, their moans and gasps filling the room. They lost themselves in the moment, their world reduced to nothing but the two of them and the incredible pleasure they were sharing.

As they neared their climaxes, Jennifer dug her nails deeper into Lucas's back, her body arching off the bed. "Lucas, I'm... I'm..." she panted, unable to finish her sentence.

"Me too," he grunted, his hips picking up speed.

Together, they climaxed, their cries of ecstasy mingling as they came undone in each other's arms. Collapsing onto the bed, they lay entangled in each other's arms.

"That was... incredible," Jennifer breathed, her chest heaving.

"It was," Lucas agreed, kissing her forehead. "But I think we can do better."

"Oh, really?" she challenged playfully, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Definitely," he said with a chuckle, his hand trailing down her spine, sending shivers down her body. "But for now, I think we both need a little rest."

Jennifer giggled, her cheeks flushed. "You're right. That was… intense."

Lucas chuckled, pulling her closer to him. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

They lay there, their naked bodies entwined, basking in the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking. The room was silent save for their heavy breathing and the sound of their beating hearts.

"I love you," Lucas whispered, kissing the top of her head.

"I love you too," Jennifer replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

As they drifted off to sleep, their fingers intertwined, they knew that this was just the beginning of something special. Their love for each other had grown even stronger through their shared experience, and they couldn't wait to see where life would take them next.

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In the opulent Beverly Hilton Hotel, it wasn't just Lucas and Jennifer who had retired to their room after the glamorous Golden Globes Awards. Other celebrities too had found their way to each other's arms, seeking solace in passionate embraces and heated encounters. However, their trysts paled in comparison to the intense connection and all-consuming desire shared by Lucas and Jennifer. While the other couplings were driven by lust, greed, and career advancement, Lucas and Jennifer's union was a testament to love, intimacy, and genuine pleasure.

In a suite, Harvey Weinstein paced restlessly, still smarting from his failed attempt to seduce Jessica Barth the previous night. His mind raced with frustration and entitlement, his eyes cold and calculating as he plotted his next move.

Harvey Weinstein, still fuming from his recent rejection, recalled Jennifer's ambition to become a leading lady in Hollywood. He remembered her words as if it were yesterday: "I want to be the biggest female star in Hollywood." A devious smile crept across his face as he dialed her number on his phone.

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In Jennifer's hotel room, Lucas and Jennifer stirred awake as her phone rang. Groggily, Jennifer reached for her phone, her eyes half-closed. "Hello?" she mumbled into the receiver.

"Jennifer, it's Harvey. I didn't see you last night… I was wondering where you'd disappeared to," he said, his voice laced with a hint of disappointment.

Lucas's brow furrowed at the sound of the caller's voice, but Jennifer didn't miss his reaction.

"I… I was just in my room, actually. I was really tired," she improvised, glancing at Lucas.

"Ah, I see," Harvey replied, his tone oozing with false understanding. "Well, I wanted to ask if you've had a chance to think about my proposal. I can still make your dreams come true, you know. I can make you the biggest star in Hollywood."

Lucas's jaw clenched tightly, his expression unreadable as he watched Jennifer intently.

Jennifer furrowed her brows, torn between her dreams and her newfound self-respect. "I'm sorry, Mr. Weinstein," she started to say, but was cut off.

"Call me Harvey," he corrected her, his voice taking on a patronizing tone.

"I just wanted to say that I've been thinking, and I'd rather make it on my own merits, through hard work and talent, than rely on anyone else's help." She glanced at Lucas, who smiled at her reassuringly.

"You're turning down a golden opportunity?" Harvey sounded incredulous, his voice tinged with annoyance.

"I am really sorry, Mr. Weinstein," she said, her apology lacking sincerity.

Harvey could sense the distance in her voice, and it only fueled his irritation. "You do know I've already discussed this with your agent and manager, right? They're on board, aren't they?"

"I'm sorry, but I've made up my mind," Jennifer said firmly, her resolve growing stronger by the second. In that moment, she knew Lucas was right about Harvey's intentions.

***

"I don't understand," Harvey started to say, but the line went dead. Jennifer had hung up on him. His fury boiled over as he hurled his phone across the room, shattering it against the wall. First, Jessica Barth had rebuffed his advances, and now this.

"Don't think I'll forget this, Jennifer," he seethed, his hands clenched into tight fists. He couldn't believe she had the audacity to turn him down, to make him feel like a fool. The nerve of her.

Harvey's eyes darkened with resentment, his power and control over the industry no match for the defiance these women were showing him.

***

Jennifer ended the call with Harvey, her heart pounding in her chest. She snuggled closer to Lucas, who wrapped his arms around her reassuringly.

"You did the right thing," he whispered in her ear. "Don't associate yourself with that scum."

Jennifer nodded, but a hint of worry and concern flashed in her eyes. "I just hope I haven't made a huge mistake. Upsetting someone like him… it won't be easy."

Lucas smiled, his gaze steady and reassuring. "Even if Hollywood leans towards him, we'll get through this together."

While his words were vague, Jennifer felt a little better.

"My agent and manager aren't going to be happy about this," she sighed. "They'll be furious I turned down such a 'great opportunity.'"

"You don't have to obey them all the time, especially if they're putting you in a bad situation," Lucas said seriously. "If they're truly looking out for your well-being, they wouldn't have even considered it."

"Wow, words of wisdom from you," Jennifer chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

Lucas smiled, and as they cuddled closer, they realized that the sun had already risen. Morning had crept up on them while they were lost in each other's arms.

"We should get ready," Jennifer mumbled, reluctantly extricating herself from Lucas's embrace.

"One more round?" he teased, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Jennifer couldn't help but laugh. "Lucas, we don't have time for that!"

"A guy can dream," he said with a dramatic sigh, but he too, got out of bed.

They made their way to the bathroom, where they took a quick shower together. The warm water cascaded over their entwined bodies, soaping each other up, hands roaming and exploring every curve and valley. Their passion reignited, they couldn't help but steal a few heated kisses under the spray.

Lucas's soapy hands slid down Jennifer's wet back, his fingers leaving a trail of heat in their wake. He cupped her bottom, lifting her effortlessly against the tiled shower wall. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her moan mingling with the sound of the running water as he entered her in one swift, searing thrust.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their moans bouncing off the shower walls, their cries of ecstasy muffled by the cascading water. Water droplets clung to their heated skin, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

In the steamy confines of the shower, they lost themselves in each other, their worries temporarily forgotten.

As they climaxed together, their cries of pleasure were swallowed by the rushing water, their bodies shuddering in unison.

"God, I love you," Lucas panted, his forehead resting against hers.

"I love you too," Jennifer gasped, her heart still pounding in her chest.

After their passionate encounter in the shower, Lucas and Jennifer got dressed, taking care not to arouse suspicion. Jennifer left the hotel room first, giving him a few minutes before he followed. The Golden Globes had already concluded, so many celebrities had checked out the previous night, but some remained behind for networking and, as rumors suggested, more intimate reasons.

As Lucas exited the Beverly Hilton Hotel, he noticed the paparazzi lurking around, but he was accustomed to the attention by now. He casually waved at them as he made his way to his rented car, unfazed by the cameras flashing in his direction. He wasn't the only one being tailed by the paparazzi; several other celebrities were also under their watchful lenses as they departed the hotel.