I moaned and leaned in to taste her.
Her body jerked, and she let out a low moan, deep in her gut, when I lapped at where she was the wettest. “You tastesogood,” I muttered against her, tongue dipping into her now, seeking the taste of her.
Adrianne tossed her head, clutching the couch for dear life, and her hips shifted backward, bumping her ass against my face. “That’s it,” I told her. “Ride my face.”
With my hands on her ass, I pulled her back against me so that she was riding my tongue and my nose, whining every time my tongue dipped inside her or flicked her clit.
Adriane was rocking backward steadily now, and I let my thumb slide between her ass cheeks. I found the tight furl of her ass and pressed at it gently, not pushing inside, just putting a little pressure there. Adrianne’s hips snapped backward, and her moans became all the louder.
I suckled at her clit, and that sent her flying over the edge. I felt her pussy spasming against my face, and she keened out my name as she came. When her body relaxed, I moved away. She turned around, and a giggle lodged itself in her throat.
“Your face is all wet,” she said, reaching back to brush my cheek with her fingers.
I grinned and winked at her. “I’ll dip into the bathroom,” I said, “and make sure that I’m presentable when we head back to set.”
The trailer had a miniscule bathroom. I could sit down on the toilet and shower at the same time if I wanted to. Luckily, I was able to quickly wash my face with the available towels and soaps that a PA had stocked for her.
By the time I came out of the bathroom, Adrianne had redressed herself. She was fussing with her hair in the sole mirror in the whole place. She glanced at me, and her eyes traveled down the length of me. “Need some help?” she asked when her gaze inevitably landed on my cock, which was now straining to be released from its denim prison.
I shook my head. “That was about you.”
Adrianne turned. “But what about you? You posited the whole... sharing thing about getting my needs met. But what about your needs?”
She leaned against the counter and stared at me, a smile playing at her lips. When she took a step toward me, however, someone banged on the trailer door.
“Lee wants you back on set!” It was one of the PAs.
She sighed. “I guess we have to go back.”
“Shoulders back,” I suggested as we left the trailer. “Don’t let him see you flustered, anddon'tlet him speak to you the way he did before... or I'll break his nose.”
Adrianne hiccupped out a laugh. "My knights in shining armor at last," she said in an exaggerated Scarlet O'Hara kind of way. She was kidding, but in that moment, I would have fought any and every person to keep her safe.
6
ADRIANNE
I would win over Lee Wynn if it killed me.
Getting back to set after everything that happened in my trailer, I threw myself into the scene, and while he sneered at me, Lee allowed us to move on to another scene that we could film on the sound stage. The bigger fights would come later, on location, but all of the tight shots could be done immediately.
No matter how I focused on my scenes, though, I could feel Ethan at my back. It was comforting and wholly distracting all at once. I couldn’t reallyseeEthan. It wouldn’t be professional to look for my bodyguard in between every take, but I got glimpses of him out of the corner of my eye, and it bolstered my courage.
“That’s a wrap for today, people!” Lee barked finally, and I took my first proper breath in hours.
I returned my costume, and the hair stylist helped me to remove the forty-seven bobby pins from my hair. As I was crossing the sound stage afterward, Lee was yelling reminders at the production staff for the next day. “And you” —he pointed at me as I walked by— “had better tighten it up.”
He turned to walk away, and I knew that I should just accept what he’d said and move on... but I couldn’t.
I put my shoulders back the way Ethan had told me. “Excuse me, Mr. Wynn?”
He turned. “What do you want?”
I took a breath and steadied myself. “You and I are going to be working together, and I’m excited for that. You’ve always been one of my favorite directors, but you willnotspeak to me again the way you have today.”
Lee crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, really?”
“Yes, really,” I said. “I refuse to work for someone who berates me. If I’m doing something wrong, by all means, do your job anddirectme, but you won’t insult me. If you do, I will call my union rep, and I’ll allow them to hash this out with the production company.”