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He licks his lips and then starts up the truck as he says, “Okay, yeah. We can do that. We can totally do that.”
CHAPTERTWELVE
Bennet
Idon’t know what has gotten into Jasper but when we get back to the trailer, he’s all business, quickly setting up all the cameras with laser-like focus.
“We should really just get this out of the way, so we can do other things afterward,” he says, wetting his lips and looking at me like I’m some kind of dessert. I could totally be his dessert. His cream puff. He could stuff me full any day.
“Had an itch to do business all of a sudden?” I ask, shoving my hands in my pockets and leaning against the small kitchen counter. It creaks ominously beneath my weight, and I make a mental note not to fuck against it. I really don’t want to break something. Not quite sure how I’d explain that to my sisters.
“Yes, well, this is our job…and Carter is counting on us. Now, clothes off.”
“All of them?” I ask, not wasting any time arguing with him. One thing I’ve always liked about him is the way he takes charge. It makes my cock hard every time. And Jasper is in his element when he’s on camera, calling the shots and playing it out in his head before we ever start the scene. I can see it in his eyes now, him plotting.
Oh, the things he’ll do to me.
His gaze darts around the small trailer as he huffs with a hand on his hip, nibbling on his bottom lip. “No. Nope. This just won’t work. It’s all wrong this time.”
“What do you mean? What won’t work?” I ask as I start to unbutton my flannel shirt.
His eyes swivel down to my abdomen and he quickly looks away, placing a finger on his bottom lip. “Is anyone else on the farm today? You know, besides all the animals? And that godforsaken rooster?”
I shake my head. “Uh, I think maybe Bridgette is working from home, but Doug is out and the kids are at school. Why?”
He gets a mischievous little grin as he grabs two cameras and then my hand. “I want to film in a new location. This trailer is getting old. We don’t want to be old news, Bennet.”
My eyebrows rise and I stare at him.
“Where are you thinking?”
“The barn. In a stall so that I don’t get attacked by chickens, and so if Winnie meanders in she doesn’t end up watching.”
I quirk an eyebrow up at him but don’t debate it. I’m down for anything he has planned. Anywhere.
“I mean, itisdifferent,” I say, buttoning my shirt back up and waggling my eyebrows. “You just want a literal romp in the hay. Been dying for it huh?” I ask, and Jasper snorts a laugh.
“Yeah, that’s it. I just think the barn would give it a cowboy ranch vibe. The fans will love it. Now put on your cap…no, not like that…put it on right…good, now, let’s go.”
* * *
The cold air nips at our skin, but at least it’s a little warmer inside the barn. Jasper has set up the cameras and turned them on. And now he is standing across from me in an empty enclosure, watching me raptly.
I don’t know what he wants, what he’s thinking, but fuck, my dick is already hard, ready for him.
And then he moves, those legs stretching out over the dirty barn floor until he’s right in front of me. His hands stretch out and he starts unbuttoning my flannel shirt. Slowly. Much too slowly if you ask me.
“Taking your time, huh? Savoring it?” I tease.
He rolls his eyes, his breath coming out a little heavier.
“Just trying to draw it out. I’m dreading this.”
The corner of my mouth quirks up as his fingertips trace a line down my abs to my belly button.
“Nah, you’re excited. I can see you shaking.”
“Pfft,” he says, but those big doe eyes meet mine and he wets his lips.
