EXCLUSIVE: On-Set Romance Sparks Controversy as Sinclair Caught in Passionate Kiss with Costar on Set
“Surprise!”my favorite voice fills the fencing gym.
“God, you’re a sight,” I rasp, drinking Reese in as she walks inside. Sweat still clings to my skin from Em’s practice that ended a few minutes ago. “I thought your meeting in San Francisco wasn’t over until later in the day?”
Heather arranged for Reese to meet with new hair care brands to replace her partnership with Diamond Essence. “Ended early. Besides, I couldn’t resist seeing where Dante Hastings practices his art.” Her gaze flickers over my stark training space. “Is that okay?”
“Of course. You just missed Em.”
She frowns. “I’ll have to catch her next time. I’m just happy to get away from the set. Three weeks of nonstop shooting has been exhausting. I figured it would be nice to be somewhere that’s just us for a few hours.”
At night, I’ve seen her scrolling, her phone’s blue glow casting sharp shadows, every headline carving fresh wounds. It’s intimate, witnessing her like this—all human, afraid even. I pull her close because it’s the only thing that makes sense.
We’ve been sleeping together since she showed up at my cabin that night. Before that, sleep was utilitarian: six hours, precisely timed, alone. Or it was fleeting, bodies around me, release calming my pulse, waking up confused and lost. I had perfected the art of strategic exits from strangers’ beds.
But Reese has systematically destroyed my careful rhythms. Now I find myself pathetically dependent on her presence, the sound of her breathing becoming some sort of essential white noise machine I can’t sleep without.
Her fingers trace my jaw, reading tension I didn’t know I was carrying. “Something’s on your mind.”
She sees right through me.
“Em’s acting out. Caught her with stolen shoes. Kid’s screaming for attention the only way she knows.”
“Hey,” she whispers, all soft understanding. “If anyone can reach her, it’s you. You see her heart underneath all that tough exterior.”
“Thanks, Reese.” My voice comes rough with feeling. “Just want to be what she needs.”
Her smile could melt steel. “You already are.”
She sinks against me with a contented sigh, fitting perfectly.
I draw her closer, the pull of gravity undeniable. The silk of her blouse murmurs beneath my touch.
“I’ve missed you,” she coos.
“Missed you more.”
I spin her toward the mirror, my body so close I feel her lungs expand against my torso. I trace the delicate bow at her throat, and our gazes lock in the reflection, igniting something primal in me.
“Are you sure none of your teammates or anyone from the youth program is going to walk in on us?”
“Certain. We’re safe here. Just us.”
The silk tie of her blouse slips free, revealing black lace beneath. Each button I unfasten is a promise of things to come. Her nipples have hardened beneath the thin fabric.
“We look good together, don’t we?”
My hands slide lower until they reach the button of her jeans.
“We do,” she whispers, holding my gaze in the mirror. I expose the black lace of her bra, her pearls sliding against bare skin. “No wonder they can’t keep their cameras off us.”
“I’m so proud of you, Reese,” I tell her. “You’ve been working so hard, pushing yourself to get this movie done. You’re an EP, you’re codirecting—it’s so impressive.”
“And yet I feel so out of control.”
“I can help.” She exhales as her free hand grips my thigh, my erection obvious against her ass. “If you want control, I’m here for you.”
“I’d like that.” She bites her lip like she’s on the verge of revealing another side of herself. “I’d like to spend some time being…” She presses against my length deliberately, and I have to bite back a groan. “Whatever this honest, messy thing is.”
