Chapter 26

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

JOSH

With the time crunch ticking over their heads like a nuclear countdown, Sirius Darker careened to the finish line on greased rails. Everything worked. What didn’t work got fixed. And what didn’t get fixed was brow-beaten into submission by the crew.

Cass had been right. Waiting until Brynne and Dawson knew each other better made all the difference in the final shots. Brynne wore despair that had half the crew in tears, and Dawson a desperate stoicism that wrecked the other half.

Everyone, from the caterers to the sound techs, sobbed.

Except for Josh. He was ecstatic.

They got it. They fucking got it. It was perfect. Now all that was left was a couple of days to film B-roll, and they were done. They might not even need to do reshoots.

He knew he should be celebrating with Melanie, or Brynne and Dawson. Or any number of other people.

They could all go fuck themselves.

He wanted her voice in his ear. Her soft skin under his hands, against his body. Those hazel eyes looking straight past every barrier he put between them. She was the only one he wanted.

His eyes found her from across the set, smiling at whatever Dawson was s aying to her. He ignored the stab of jealousy that flared up and stepped between them.

“Cass, I need you,” he said, and Dawson’s smile slipped a fraction as he backed away.

Cass eyed him hungrily, following at a trot as he dragged her away by the hand.

Not a trailer. Too cold. Not wardrobe. Crawling with PAs. Fuck.

His office.

Her fingers were in his hair before he could slam the door shut behind them. The desk’s legs screeched across the linoleum as he pushed her into it, scattering a sheaf of paper and knocking a cup of pens to the floor. He wrenched her jacket down her shoulders, seating himself between her thighs, and pulled behind her knees until she fit against him. Her sweet scent floated around him, and he descended on her.

The kiss was punishing. Not for her, but for him. A reminder that he couldn’t stay away, no matter how hard he tried. It was lunacy to think he could shut off what he felt for her, and he sucked the sigh that escaped her lips into his lungs like the breath of life.

“Haven’t seen you all week,” she panted, kissing his throat as she fumbled with the fly of his jeans.

“Talk later.” Why did this woman never wear skirts? He yanked her forward and off the desk. “Bend over, Charms.”

“Josh, we haven’t?—”

Fine, a little bit of talking now. He gripped her chin and pinned his thumb over her lips, silencing her. “I haven’t been inside you for days. You know what to say if you want me to stop. So unless you’ve had enough, you’re going to open your legs wide and show me how bad that pussy wants it. Right now.”

For a half second, he didn’t know what she was going to do. If she would take her hands off him and push him away. Then Cass’s breath hitched in her throat, and she obeyed, eyes wide and hands sp layed on the desk. He worked her pants down and groaned as he swiped his palms over the smooth curves of her hips.

Fuck him. The shimmery red fabric of her thong disappeared between her ass cheeks, and he thumbed it to the side to let his fingers stroke her pussy. He dropped to his knees and parted her folds with his tongue.

Days apart, and it felt like years. She tasted like ambrosia.

“Someone could come in,” she said, voice husky, even as she rocked her hips back into his face.

“Any minute now.” He bit the crease of her thigh. “They’re probably looking for us.”

She clenched around his fingers and cried as he removed his tongue from her slick centre. He had to be inside her. Make her come on his cock, not his tongue. He pushed her over the desk until her chest flattened along its top, her ribs heaving as she drew ragged breaths. He fumbled in his pocket one-handed, ripping open a condom package with his teeth. Seconds later, he thrust into her hard enough his eyes rolled back in his head.

Goddamn. How was he going to not have her? To fly home and leave her?

Don’t think about that . He curled over her back and thrust into her again.

“You know what would happen if someone came in right now? They’d see you taking every inch of me. They’d know exactly who you belong to.”

Me. You belong to me.

He released the grip he had on her hair and wrapped his palm over her mouth, wrenching her upright and spinning her to face the door. He worked his other hand over her clit, feeling where he filled her as she shuddered with his every thrust. She was coming apart around him already, her cries muffled against his palm.

The thought of someone catching them sent her right to the edge. He fucking loved it.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Someone watching me fuck you?”

A quick knock on the door made her jerk against him, and a flicker of recognition was gone before it could register. He clutched her closer. “If you make any noise, they’ll know we’re in here. Then everyone would know how pretty you are when you come for me.”

Her breath sucked at his fingers still covering her mouth, and he realized that was exactly what she wanted. For everyone to know what she did to him. The thought nearly made him come.

“I’ll do it. I’ll fuck you so hard you can’t keep quiet.” He urged himself deeper, each thrust harder than the last, until a whimper warmed his palm, her knees gave out, and she clenched around his cock like a vice.

The last of his barriers broke. He doubled his grip as he bit down on her neck as he spilled himself into the condom, rocking into her until the rapping on the door stopped.

Cass collapsed against his chest, and he chased his breath, releasing his grip on her mouth to hold her up by her shoulders. Fuck, they were too good together. One hand in her hair, he pulled her head back so he could claim her mouth, the other gripping her hip as he was buried deep in the woman he loved.

Love. How had he ever thought he could pretend otherwise? She was perfect. Gorgeous and playful and creative. Sweet and filthy and everything he never knew he needed. His Lucky Charm. His Cass.

Fuck what he was supposed to do. He’d do whatever it took to keep her with him. He just had to figure out how.

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