I let my hand drop so that I wasn’t touching her anymore. “Sorry,” I said. “I know that you and Callan are... something, and I shouldn't touch you.”
Her flush darkened, and her tongue came out to swipe her bottom lip. I groaned, and my thoughts jumped out of my mouth. “The truth is, I’m jealous of Callan for making a move when I wanted to ask you out while you stood in my office.”
“You did?” Her voice was breathy, and when I nodded, her breath hitched in her throat. “Where would we have gone?”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “We would’ve ended up in my bed.”
Her eyebrow quirked upward, and she scoffed as if to call me atypical man. It wouldn’t do. “You think pretty highly of yourself.”
I shook my head. “I just know what I want,” I said, “and I think I know what you want as well.”
Her eyes lowered to her lap for a moment. She fidgeted with the ring on her finger, twirling it around and around. “What I want isn’t... right,” she murmured.
My pulse sped up. “What is it that you want, Adrianne?” She shook her head, still not looking at me, and that wouldn’t do at all. I reached across the aisle of the trailer, and with a single finger beneath her chin, I brought her eyes back to mine. “Tell me.” I made it a demand, not a request.
Adrianne’s breath came out in a softwhooshthat I could feel. “I want you, but I want Callan too.” Her cheeks flushed again, obviously ashamed. “And Foster.”
Well, call me a hypocrite, I thought, even as I reached across the aisle, cupped the back of her head, and pulled her in for a kiss.
Our lips touched, and she gasped, and I took the opportunity to open her mouth with my tongue. I fed at her mouth, relentless, until I had to pull away. “Honey girl,” I crooned at the dazed expression on her face. “When it comes to Callan, Foster, and me, all you have to do is ask.”
She blinked at me and shook her head as if she were trying to clear the fog from her mind. “You can’t tell me that you’d all... share me.”
Her scandalized tone was cute. Especially when her lips were swollen and looked thoroughly kissed. “Why not?”
“It just doesn’t work that way,” she insisted, stubborn to a fault. “If I’m with one person, then I’m with that person, and that’s it.”
I kissed her again, tongue plunging into her mouth without waiting for an invitation. Adrianne moaned softly.
“You don’t have to choose,” I told her. “Not if you don’t want to.”
“That’s not fair to you.”
“How do you know what’s fair to us?” I asked it against her mouth. Her lips were beckoning me on for another kiss, but I didn’t relent. I wanted her to hear me. “Maybe being able to fully worship a woman is exactly what the three of us want.” I tipped her head so that she was looking into my eyes. “Maybe you’re the type of woman who needs more men in her life to fully satisfy her.”
“I was satisfied last night,” she breathed out, eyes flashing defiantly. “I’ve never come that hard in my life.”
I grinned. She meant to make me jealous to get me to back down, but it warmed me to know that Callan had taken such good care of her... even if he did so at the risk of damn near everything. The man could be insufferably right sometimes. I would probably never hear the end of this.
“Good,” I said, chuckling at her squeak of surprise. “I want you to be taken care of, Adrianne. In whatever capacity that means. Understand?”
She nodded, although her eyes were guarded and unsure. “Now, what can I do for you right now? What would make you walk back on set and show that director exactly why they chose you to be Dr. Falconi?”
She bit her lip, and I knew what her answer would be, but I wanted to hear her say it. “Would you show me?” she asked. “What it means to be worshiped by you?”
My half-hard cock was now fully hard and pressing into the seam of my jeans.Down, boy, I thought.This ain’t about you right now.
At my beckoning, she stood. Deftly, I unbuttoned her white blouse, and she shrugged out of it, folded it, and put it on the banquet table. Same went for her khaki pants that had been artfully ripped and stained with blood from the battle that they hadn’t shot yet. “You’re not wearing the super suit.”
Instead, she had on a lime green T-shirt. “They’ll CGI the suit later,” she explained. “I won’t get a real suit until I’m a proven box-office success.” I tugged the shirt over her head, groaning when I saw her breasts encased in lacy white fabric. It matched the tiny string thong that was snugged against her ass.
“Turn around,” I told her, trying not to swallow my own tongue. “Hold onto the back of the couch.”
Adrianne’s brow wrinkled in confusion, but she did as she was told. The noise that came from my throat would be funny if she weren’t so goddamned beautiful. The creamy, curvy globes of her ass were bare before me, and I could see a hint of the white lace of her panties through the window of her thighs.
I reached out and pulled at that tiny scrap of lace and pulled it down her thighs. It stayed puddled around her knees. I knelt on the ground and grabbed two handfuls of her ass cheeks and spread her apart.Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
A pretty pink pussy, already wet for me.