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“You ready?” Kylie asks while I am sitting the hair and makeup trailer.

“Yes.”

“Good. Give me your phone. Tracy is done.”

I hand my phone over and give her my coffee cup to have ready for me between takes.

Just as I am coming out of hair and makeup, I see Darren coming out of wardrobe across the way. Shitttt. He looks good in that uniform.

“Good morning, Jenna,” he says, his Scottish brogue is somehow more defined here.

“Good morning, Darren.”

“Are you ready?”

“More than,” I say, taking his offered arm as he walks me to shooting location about five hundred feet away.

“You both opted not use an intimacy coordinator. Is that still the case? I have one standing by,” Aric says coming over to us.

“No. I’m all good,” I say.

“Me too,” Darren says.

“Okay. Well let’s begin, shall we?” He pulls his headset on and sits in his chair.

“Places,” the assistant director, Nadine calls.”

“Action!”

“You shouldn’t be here, Gavin. My father will kill you.” I follow all the scene directives, but I don’t think I actually need them.

“I’d die for you, Arabella. I’d die for just a taste of your lips.”

“My lips?”

“Yes. Those lips would cause wars to break out.”

“Then take your kiss and go.”

Darren as Gavin grabs my shoulders and brings me closer to him. His lips landing on mine in a quick kiss as the script demands. Then he pulls back.

“Was that worth dying for?” Me as Arabella asks.

“No, my love. Give me more.”

“Try again, if you dare.”

When he kisses me this time, I moan as he takes my mouth and does what he wants, script long gone. No one is stopping us though. I melt into him and I can’t take it. Suddenly, it’s raining, it’s England after all and still the kiss continues. I don’t know how long for, but finally the rain is so bad, Aric calls it.

“Cut!”

I moan loudly when the kiss ends.

“Get out of the rain, Jenna. You catch a summer cold.”

“Is that a thing?”

“Yes,” he chuckles.

“Okay.” He takes my hand in his. I look down to where they are joined.

“I’ll walk you back to your trailer.”

“Okay,” I repeat. It seems to be all I can say.

He drops me off at my door and closes it behind him. It takes me all of five seconds to throw the door open and go to him. His trailer is next to mine, but he’s already inside with the door closed. I’m soaking wet, in more than one way, as I pound on his door.

“Jenna?”

Looking at this perfect man I lose my mind. No thought process really. My brain was not engaged at all, I was compelled to do something I have never done before, so in a split second, without thinking, I jump into his arms. I have never been so forward. He catches me and his hands lift me by my ass.

I press my lips to his tentatively at first. Just from that one tiny, closed mouth kiss, I swear I can see stars. He kisses me back and pulled me into the entryway. He uses his foot to close the door of his trailer. He grabs my ass even harder, leaning me back against the door, and takes over the kiss.

I feel his tongue lick against mine, seeking entrance, and I gladly give it. I run my hands through his hair and rake my nails down his back. He groans and I moan. Kissing feverishly, I feel his cock against my pussy. There are too many layers of clothes between us. But that does not stop him from grinding his huge cock against me. I can see lights starting to go off behind my closed eyelids. He leans back away from my mouth. I mourn the loss of his lips.

“That’s it, cum for me, Jenna.”

I lose it, I feel the tightening in my core just as I see the explosion go off inside of me. I swear I am floating with the stars. But he just lifts me higher and heads to the bedroom.

“You look so beautiful when you cum, babe” I hear murmured in my ear. His thick Scottish accent is going to be my downfall.

He leads me to the king size bed. He drops me in the center of it. I bite my lip and he leans down and starts kissing me again. Trailing kisses and little nibbles down my neck. Till he hits a spot that is particularly sensitive, he quickly latches on and sucks on my neck. Making me lose my shit. Moaning for all I am worth; I just know there will be a hickey. I don’t care. This feels amazing. He reaches down and pulls my top over my head, breaking the kiss only long enough to get it over my head. Then he resumes kissing and licking his way down my neck. To my collarbone, then continuing his path, down my chest, until he reaches my nipples.


Tags: M.K. Moore Romance