Chapter Eight
Myles
“Where is everyone this morning?”
I eyed Hallsy in his funereal uniform. “They’re shooting a scene down by the waterfront. We don’t start until after lunch. Did they not tell you?”
He placed the box on the table, yanked his phone from his back pocket, and checked the screen. He shook his head. “I was told to be here for nine.”
“That sucks. Well…” I rose and sashayed my way over to him. “What are we going to do with ourselves?”
“We?” He frowned. “You have work to do. I will sit and watch the box.”
Slowly, I grasped the box.
He let it go.
I placed it on the table.
He cleared his throat. “Should you not be at the, uh, shooting?”
“Sally’s there. The only prop is Montgomery’s briefcase. If anything else comes up, she’s qualified to handle it. She needs more solo time to gain confidence.”
“She…appears quite confident.” He continued to hold my gaze, tilting his head downward.
“Sure…but a little extra boost is always good.”
“And you’re here alone.”
“Yeah. I mean there are people in the offices, but the floor’s empty.”
“Ah.” Then, “We should—”
I snagged his hand. “I want to show you something.”
“I’m not certain—”
Without warning, I pressed myself against him. For sure a bold move. Maybe even crossing a line. As I angled my hips to press my very interested cock against him, he shuddered. “Let me show you…”
Something flickered in his eyes. “Yes. That. Now.”
Before he could change his mind, I grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the dressing rooms.
He glanced back longingly toward the props room.
“Trust me. It’ll be fine.”
“I…uh…trust you.” He licked his lips.
Normally, I would never dare to go into the stars’ rooms, but the smallest one, at the end of the hall, hardly ever got used.
I pushed the door open, flipped on the light, and dragged Hallstein in.
I shut the door and threw the lock. Then I pressed him up against the wood.
“I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard.”
“I…uh…”
“Am I being too bold? Quite possibly. Have you been giving me looks of longing for almost a week? Probably.”
“I’m not sure—”
I pressed my lips to his. And Hallstein’s hesitation had me reconsidering. Was I being too aggressive? Like, consent was a thing, and he’d agreed to come here, and that was consent. Right? Or—
He plunged his hands into my hair and tugged me closer. He opened his mouth and, when I reciprocated, he thrust his tongue into my mouth. He moved his hands down to my hips and held them steady as he thrust his hard cock against mine.
Well, okay then.
I grabbed his hands and tugged him over to the couch.
He hesitated.
“Oh, you can fuck me bent over it.” I eyed the scratchy fabric. “My skin is too delicate for that.” If I kept my super soft shirt between my hips and the couch, I’d be fine.
“Uh, Myles…”
I stopped and approached him. “We don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
“Well, okay then—”
“I just haven’t…” He swallowed.
I stilled. “Like, ever…?” Forty-something and a virgin? Not unheard of, but—
He barked out a laugh. “No, I’ve had sex before.”
Which was a relief because although we had lots of time, I wasn’t certain we had time for lessons. “Okay…”
“But…” He cleared his throat.
Again, I stilled.
“Condom.” He motioned to his cock which pressed against his suit pants tantalizingly.
“Right.” I yanked my wallet out from the back pocket of my skinny jeans.
I tossed him the condom, snagged the packet of lube for myself, then put the wallet on the back of the sofa.
I unzipped my jeans and started yanking them down as I toed out of my running shoes.
“You’re okay if I prep myself? Because, like—”
“It’s fine.” He fingered the condom. “I…usually I have more time.”
“Next time, I promise.”
Next time? I thought this was a one-and-done.
Yeah, pull the other one. I’d spent the entire weekend obsessing about Hallstein.
Reading all the articles I could find about him.
Researching injuries and PTSD and any other shit he might be dealing with.
I’d done that to convince myself to run the other way.
Of course, with my obstinate nature, I was running toward danger, not from it.
I yanked down my jeans and underwear. Some guys could manage without stripping, but I liked spreading my ass cheeks wide and making myself as open as possible.
Dude was less likely to miss that way.
Ha!
This wasn’t funny. Or maybe it was. Who the fuck knew? As I ripped open the packet of lube, Hallsy unzipped and yanked out a rather impressive erection.
I licked my lips.
He caught the action and rolled his eyes. Then he donned the condom.
I hurried to prep myself. A whole lot wasn’t required as this was going to be quick. When he approached, I reached for his cock and smeared the last bit of lube from my fingers on it. “Okay, big boy, show me what you’ve got.”
Another eye roll.
Going up on my toes, I pressed a kiss to his lips. Then I turned, positioned my shirt to protect my hips, and leaned forward.
Showtime.