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Jake hustledup the drive and into the production trailer as fast as his stiff cock would let him. Thank God everyone was gone. He was about to lose it, and he didn’t need an audience for that.
Locking the door behind him, he leaned against it and pressed a hand hard against the front of his jeans, trying to make his erection go away. He refused to come in his jeans like some horny teenager, but if he’d stayed any longer on that bar with her sweet heat seated firmly in his lap, he’d have done exactly that. Or he’d have stripped them both bare and taken her up again, satisfying them both this time.
But bare was a problem. He’d had responsibility drilled into his head by a mother who wanted to protect him from fortune hunters who would try and sleep their way into child support. True, she’d only wanted to ensure her cut of said fortune didn’t get garnished, but the lesson had stuck.
No condom. No sex.
He hadn’t carried one in his pocket specifically to avoid temptation. How could he have known that when temptation sat and came on his lap it would be so damn hard to walk away?
Jake sighed. The throbbing was going down a little bit. He tried to remember why he'd been avoiding her, why they'd stopped "the kissing thing" as she'd called it. The kiss in his trailer hadn't gotten anything out of his system, but it had clearly spooked her. He'd let her retreat, fully planning to keep pursuing her. And then the night at the hospital had happened.
Talking with her, watching her sleep, being invited in to meet the baby with the whole family…it had been too much. Standing in the back of that hospital room, the emotions in his chest had grown so quickly he hadn't been able to breathe. Panic had hit him hard and fast, leaving him reeling and needing to escape. He'd dropped the present by the door and snuck out like a coward, but he'd told himself it was for the best.
He didn't do "family." He didn't build relationships. He hooked up with people for short periods of time until they'd both gotten what they needed and moved on. Something deep in his soul told him Frankie was dangerous. He wanted her too much. And though it terrified him, being included had felt…nice. He could get used to that too easily, and it would hurt like hell when he left.
She wasn't the kind of woman who thrived on flings. She was the kind who supported her family by sitting up all night, just in case. She was the kind of woman who chased down a dream because she'd promised her dead brother.
He wouldn't even know what to do with feelings like that. She was better off without his selfish ass. And that was why he'd spent the last three weeks trying to rebuild the walls between them, despite the fact that she was the better builder.
All he'd managed to keep erect was pressing insistently against his jeans, urging him to go back to her.
This would go down in his personal history as a fail. A mental image of Frankie going down popped into his head, and his other head popped up again with a vengeance.Shit.
He glanced over at the monitor on his desk and saw the live feed from the portable mounted camera still attached to the bar playing in real time. Frankie was adjusting her clothing and packing up her tools. He imagined that her skin felt too tight and tingly all over, like his. The cotton of her shirt brushing over her sensitive nipples would send a shiver down her spine. As if on cue, she shuddered and straightened her shoulders, hefting the heavy toolbox and heading for the stairs. Damn his director’s eye for seeing every nuance in her movements.
He crossed to his chair and dropped into it. He rewound the footage to the beginning. If he couldn’t fuck away this hard on, he’d work it away. He trimmed and clipped footage of the first fifteen minutes. He’d gotten some decent shots of her carrying the bar and leveling it during installation. Perfect. When he got to the part where they sat hip to hip on the bar, he was tempted to fast-forward, but his analytical side took over again.
He watched her face as she flirted with him. The camera had thankfully captured the back of his head. He could only imagine the sappy grin on his face as she teased him. When she laughed, his lips quirked along with her. When she pulled him into the hug, he leaned closer to the monitor as if he could still draw in her comfort even though she was miles away by now. When she looked at his lips and chewed on her own, Jake pulled his own lips between his teeth, remembering every touch and taste. By the time she straddled his lap, he was a goner again.
He watched as she leaned into the pleasure of his hands, his mouth, his teeth. His hips rose in response to her repeated rocking on the screen, his hand providing the pressure where the seam of her jeans had been. Watching it should have felt wrong, but since he’d been there to witness it firsthand, it felt more like a visual memory than voyeurism. The look on her face as she came was visceral, and he committed it to memory. He’d been trying to hold back the tide so intently that he’d closed his eyes against the stimulation and missed it the first time around.
This time it blazed across his brain, searing itself in his mind’s eye. His hand shifted from providing a calming pressure to rubbing frantically, wanting to join her as he hadn’t allowed himself before. Messy jeans, be damned. His self-control was in tatters after months of denial.
His orgasm tore through him, too quickly. He shook in his office chair, eyes closed, until it rattled into the wall.
Next time he’d be prepared, and he’d take all the time he wanted. Next time he’d have a damn condom. He cringed at the way his underwear slid and stuck to him. And next time there would be a spare pair of clothes in his car.
He stopped the tape. Next time? Who was he kidding? There couldn't be a next time. What could he offer her? How could he sell a short-term fling? No matter what, he was heading back to LA after this show wrapped. But there was no denying he wanted more of Frankie any way he could get her.
His mind already plotting, he reached to rewind and delete the footage before anyone else saw it, but the look on her face stopped him cold. He had been so focused on his own need to escape that he hadn’t thought much about his exit. Judging by the sadness in her eyes and her dejected expression, his quick retreat had left a mark.Damn it.He’d have to figure out how to fix that. After a shower. Tomorrow for sure. Right about the same time he figured out how to be with her, but keep things casual. But one thing was certain: he'd figure it all out because he really wanted a next time.
He deftly maneuvered his program and kept only the scenes he needed for the show before deleting the rest. He shut down his monitors and retreated to the long-term stay hotel room that served as his home base in the Bay. A warm shower beckoned, and for the first time in a year and a half, he looked forward to heading home.
CHAPTER15
“Damn it, Frankie, get in here!”Dom’s voice reverberated in the tight space of Frankie’s office.
Jake leaned against the wall, waiting for Dom to find whatever it was he was looking for so they could have their status update before he headed over to the jobsite for the morning scenes. He’d followed Dom in here, thinking they could have a quick walk and talk, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen with Dom so distracted.
Dom rifled through the piles of paperwork and flooring samples on Frankie’s desk, cursing.
How anyone could function in this office was beyond Jake’s comprehension. His fingers twitched with the urge to straighten the piles Dom was destroying in his frustration.
“That girl. Never could keep her room clean. How does she find anything in this mess?” Dom muttered under his breath.
“I can find things just fine if no one touches my stuff,” Frankie said as she hustled into the room.
She hadn’t noticed Jake against the wall, and he didn’t alert her. She’d been avoiding him since their encounter on the bar, and Jake missed the sight of her in person. Seeing her in edits wasn’t cutting it.
