“No, I’ll do it,” Ronnie said. She sounded rather breathless, which was interesting since she’d never claimed to have acting skills. I had to admit, watching her breasts rise and fall under her pale blue t-shirt made my cock stir. “Don’t hesitate to have me do stuff—it’s the best way to make this work.”
Aiden nodded. Wow. First they kissed, and now they were in agreement. Who the hell were these two people? Certainly not Aiden Hunt and Veronica Moreno.
“Okay, so how about next, Ronnie, you struggle against his grip on your arms, but he’s too strong.”
“You’ve got that part right,” Ronnie muttered after pushing up against Aiden.
“So now you’ve seen that you can’t get free, so you glare at him—trying to pretend that you don’t want this,” Sierra said. “Then maybe Aiden can lean down and kiss your neck.”
I noticed that Ronnie had no complaints about that either.
“All right, Aiden, can you maybe brush your lips across her nipples?” That seemed rather forward of her considering that whatever Aiden did to Ronnie today, he’d be doing to her soon.
“She still has her shirt on,” Tanner pointed out.
Sierra turned to him. “Of course. This is just a rehearsal, and she’s the stand-in.”
Aiden let go of Ronnie’s arms and sat back, straddling her. “He’s right. We didn’t have anyone disrobe, so Sierra, your shirt will still be on at this point, too.”
“Oh.” She frowned and chewed on her lip. Though she wasn’t going to go topless, the characters would appear naked—just some parts wouldn’t be shown.
“It’s okay,” I encouraged. “Just backtrack a little.”
Sierra took a deep breath and then nodded. “Okay, let’s go back to Aiden pinning Ronnie’s forearms down.”
The actors—or the actor and the stand-in—got back into position. I was impressed by Sierra taking charge this way. She’d always seemed so mousy.
She studied them now. “Aiden, how about you roll over and pull her on top of you?”
He did so. Now Ronnie was the one straddling him.
“That looks good, with her hair flipped over her shoulder like that,” Sierra commented.
“And it’ll look good when you do it, too,” Tanner said, a tad shyly, and she sent a smile his way.
Aiden looked up at Ronnie. “And now I’ll order her to take off her shirt.”
“Yeah, that’s good,” Sierra said.
Ronnie mimed peeling her shirt off.
“Okay, Aiden, why don’t you reach up and cup her cheek? Or is that too tender for Chase?”
“Don’t censor yourself,” I told Sierra. “We’ll let you know if something doesn’t work.”
“All right, Aiden, after you cup her cheek, could you slide your hand down her chest and brush your thumb over her nipple?”
Tanner grinned at Sierra. “Look at you go.”
Sierra blushed but shrugged. “I’ll still have a bra on at that point.” Then she returned her focus to Aiden and Ronnie. “Circle her nipple—yeah, that looks good. Then slide your hand down and hook your finger under the waistband of her pants.”
Aiden slid his hand down Ronnie’s stomach and then made a face at her. “I can’t even find your pants. Did you have to wear the thickest t-shirt of all time? It feels like it’s made out of burlap.”
“It’s a hundred percent cotton,” Ronnie protested.
“How am I supposed to make this work when I can’t even see which parts of you I'm touching?” Aiden grumbled.
I chuckled. “Dude, haven’t you ever had sex in the dark?”
“Dude, have you ever tried to choreograph a fight scene in the dark?” Irritation laced Aiden’s words.
“All right, fair point.”
“I’m not taking off my shirt,” Ronnie said.
“No one’s asking you to,” Sierra reassured her.
“When you go running you wear a sports bra,” Tanner pointed out.
“Yeah.” I snapped my fingers. “There’s that navy blue one that zips up the front. It cups and lifts your breasts, so it shows a bit more cleavage than usual, so maybe if you were wearing it…” I trailed off when I saw everyone staring at me, Tanner and Aiden with amusement in their eyes. “What? I noticed because it looked supportive.”
Tanner snickered and then we were all laughing.
“Do you have your running clothes in Tina’s office? If you have a key, I’ll go get them,” I volunteered.
“Oh, for god’s sake…“ Ronnie sighed and peeled off her shirt for real this time. She looked each of us in the eye, Aiden especially. “Pretend this is a sports bra or I’ll kill you.” Unfortunately for her—and fortunately for me—it wasn’t anything like a sports bra. Cream-colored satin covered her breasts but did little to hide her dark nipples. Aiden was getting quite an eyeful, but I knew him. He wouldn’t do anything unprofessional while he was in acting mode—though that kiss had lasted longer than it needed to.
“I’ve never really understood the difference between a regular bra and a sports bra,” Tanner commented.
“Seeing one gets you killed, the other one, perhaps not. Emphasis on perhaps,” she said through gritted teeth.