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Only Bria.
Forever.
“You should come by next time, big man. There’s plenty to go around.”
“I think I’ll pass,” I snap.
He holds his hands up, chuckling. “Hey, I was only offering. Who knows, it might even put a smile on your face.”
I shake my head, pushing away from the wall and staring at him for a moment.
“What?” he murmurs, shifting uncomfortably.
The bravado drains out of his face.
It’s insane how much dislike there is between us, when we’re supposed to be allies in this movie. But we manage to keep it off-screen, and luckily Tyler betrays me toward the end, so I’m able to channel some of this rage in certain scenes.
“Why do you think those women agreed to do all those things, Tyler?”
“Because I’m rich and famous.” He laughs bluntly. “Is that supposed to be some sort of revelation? I’m not naive, but who gives a fuck? They still do it all the same.”
But it should mean something, I almost say. It shouldn’t just be for the sake of it.
Instead, I stride past him, my shoulder almost smashing into his before he slides out of the way.
“Careful, big man,” he calls after me.
I clench my fists as I stalk across the studio, ignoring the voice that whispers in the back of my mind. It tells me to find Bria as quickly as I can, to bury my fingers in her voluptuous hips, and tell her I’d never let anyone else get involved in our sex life.
It’s just going to be me and her, always, and if anybody else ever tries to insert themselves between us… Hell, they’re liable to end up in a body bag.
I’ll tell her this as I drive forward with my hips, letting her feel the stiff length against her belly, letting her feel the beast she’s awakened inside of me.
I can feel her start to shiver and buck against me, her pussy driving her crazy—
I stop at the edge of the set, forcing myself to unclench my fists. It’s almost time for the next scene and I need to slip into my character, to forget about Bria and how badly I need to fuse our futures.
It takes some doing, but that’s what being a professional is all about. I can’t get rid of Bria completely – she’s still there, whispering at the edges, calling to me as though wanting me to disappear into this fantasy with her.
It’s the most I can hope for when she’s so damn captivating when every single part of her looks like it was made to satisfy me specifically.
Later I see her again, walking across the lot outside, two big bundles of clothes in her arms. She doesn’t see me, staring straight forward, focused on her task.
But I can’t stop looking at her, my eyes searing into that ass.
Fuck.
I’ve never wanted to grab an ass so badly before, never wanted to sink my hands deep into a woman’s flesh and squeeze until she gifts me with an innocent prey-like whimper.
I have to squeeze my hands together to stop from charging across the lot.
I’d throw those clothes to the floor to protect her knees, and then bend her over, fuck her raw as the sun beams down at us.
There are people around, and maybe that’s the only thing that stops me, the thought of anybody else seeing my queen letting out her inner vixen.
My head feels like it’s being moved by an external source as she continues to walk, drawing my gaze endlessly.
It’s not just that spankable ass. It’s those thighs too, thick and full. I can imagine dragging my hand up her juicy thigh toward her even juicier slit, fingering her as her flesh ripples for me.
For me.
Only for me.
Forever. For-fucking-ever.
I tell myself to stop, to calm down, to try and forget about her.
But I’m losing the battle.
I don’t know how much longer I can resist her.
Chapter Five
Bria
It’s been two days since I touched myself to the image of Braden, two days of trying my best not to think about him, to not look at him as he strides across the lot. But it’s so difficult when I’m sure sometimes he’s staring at me too.
Am I going crazy here?
Maybe these are the kinds of thoughts that come to a person when they’re sitting on the toilet.
But several times over the past couple of days, I could’ve sworn he was gazing at me, his eyes hard, the tension making him look like he is going to snap. I can’t stop the tingles from dancing over my skin, even if I know he looks more angry than hungry.
It hits me as I finish up and stand…
It must be the costumes.
He’s angry I got to choose the costumes, that Maximillia pulled one of her famous stunts on his movie. He’s probably thinking of ways to get revenge on me right now, and that’s why he keeps staring like he’s going to tear me to savage pieces.
