Take Two

Chapter Sixteen

Maddie’s inner thigh muscles groaned as she squatted to look for the lens cap she’d dropped. And why shouldn’t her muscles groan? She and Micah didn’t leave his hotel room once in the twenty-seven hours they’d had off from production, and very little of that time was spent sleeping.

She smiled at the memory of that morning’s shower together before she ran to her hotel room for a change of clothing. He had sponged and cleansed her so thoroughly, they’d run out of time to take care of other business. Unwilling to let Micah leave for work with such a huge “problem”, Maddie had serviced him orally. She’d not given many blow jobs in her lifetime—a handful, mostly in college. They had seemed so impersonal and dirty. But when she placed her lips on Micah’s shaft and sucked and licked and moved him in and out of her mouth, she felt powerful and intimately close to him. She’d watched the look of exquisite pleasure on his face, and the knowledge that it was her mouth making him feel that way…well, she had a feeling she’d be giving a lot more in the future.

The future.

The thought brought her plummeting from her Micah high. Did she even have a future with him? They’d said they would take it one day at a time, wait and see. But that’s all they’d said. No talk or plans of any future, including the near future. Would she get to spend time with him at all that day? Should she ask him or wait for him to say something? She could invite him to a late dinner after the day’s shoot. Or maybe that was too clingy. Drinks with the crew, maybe.

And to heighten the stress of the situation was the knowledge that Micah’s personal life wasn’t exactly personal. If they were going to have any chance to get to know each other, they’d have to keep their affair on the down-low. If an affair was what it was called.

Dammit, she hated the uncertainty. If she could just look in his eyes. His eyes would tell her.

She looked at her watch. Nine thirty. Micah was due in costume at nine. Shooting was scheduled for ten thirty. She wondered where he was now. Probably in makeup.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Um, details please!

Crap, she’d forgotten about Bree. While she’d waited for Micah in his hotel room, freaked out by her decision to finally jump him, she’d texted back and forth with Bree for support. Maddie meant to update her friend but hadn’t because, well, she had been otherwise occupied.

She thought about how to answer. What could she say? That she’d had the most earth-shattering, mind-blowing, and beautiful experience of her lifetime? There were no words to capture her feelings.

Besides, it was private. Not just keep-from-prying-eyes-of-the-press private, but also don’t-tell-your-best-friend private. She typed a simple reply. It was nice.

Bree’s response came almost instantly. Nice??

Maddie sighed. More than nice. A lot more than nice.

Her response had been vague, but she knew Bree would figure she wasn’t willing to say more. At least not over text. Besides, the stand-ins had arrived and it was time to get her calculations. She worked around Joe as he blocked the scene, careful to not interfere with his instructions.

She had just finished writing down her first numbers in her notebook when her pocket buzzed again. Guessing Bree hadn’t gotten the hint, she rolled her eyes as she flipped open her phone.

But the text wasn’t from Bree. Come to my trailer.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Was he asking her to come so they could talk about their situation? Or not talk at all? Or did he want to tell her it was all over and to keep everything mum?

She had no idea. She needed to see him to find out.

Except she couldn’t go. She was in the middle of set-up and, after Adam had yelled at her the other day, she needed to be especially on game.

Still, he had wanted to see her. That had to be good. Reluctantly, she sent her reply. I’m working, silly.

Only seconds passed before his response came. Can’t u slip away?

That didn’t sound like an “it’s over” text. He really wanted to see her. Could she go? She wanted to. Her panties were already slippery, thinking about him. She looked around, assessing how much work was left. She’d only done the calculations for Heather’s character and this scene had four characters.

There was no way. It would be too hard.

She held her phone as she waited for his reply.

Speaking of hard…

Her eyes widened. She had to see him.

But she couldn’t.

Maybe just for a minute.

No, she couldn’t. She had to force her fingers to type. Sorry!

Maddie didn’t know if she was disappointed or relieved when he didn’t reply. The next twenty minutes were torture as she continued her set-up for the shoot. Wild images of Micah hard and naked filled her mind, making her squirm as she worked.

Then the images grew ugly as she pictured him grabbing the nearest P.A. for a quickie in his trailer since Maddie was unavailable for him.

That’s ridiculous. First, he had to be on set soon. Secondly, he’d just spent the last day having glorious sex with her. He didn’t need to get some now. Third, he wouldn’t do that… Would he?

She realized that she really didn’t know the answer to that question. He didn’t have a reputation as a playboy because he never noticed other women—that was for sure. And she had no idea how regularly he got it on or who with or anything, really, except that when he got it on, he got it on very well.

Dammit. Even after she’d bedded him, she was still mixed-up, shuffled, and a total mess. Wasn’t sex supposed to have cleared her head?

They should have talked.

“Maddie.” Joe drew her from her miserable thoughts. “Beaumont just called on the headset. He said Micah took full blame for the difficult shoot the other day. Realized he’d made a mistake.”

“Good to know. Thanks for telling me.” She hadn’t talked to Micah about explaining to Beaumont since their run. She was surprised he’d remembered, and after he’d gotten what he was after—namely her—was surprised he followed through.

“Sure thing. And I guess Micah wants to apologize to you in person. He’s waiting for you in his trailer.”

Maddie flushed. A hundred warring thoughts ran through her mind. Micah had come clean to their boss, and that was really cool, but had he only done it to get Maddie in his trailer? Did Joe know? Did Beaumont know? Didn’t Micah realize she had work to do? Did he think he could just snap his fingers and she’d come running?

And wasn’t it incredibly hot if he did?

“It’s okay. I’ve got things here,” Adam said when Maddie hadn’t said anything.

“Are you sure?” Her heart began to race at the idea of being with Micah again. But she felt guilty about leaving her job.

“If Beaumont tells you to do something, you’ve gotta do it.” Adam winked.

God, did Adam suspect?

If he did, she didn’t care. She had to concentrate to keep from running to Micah’s trailer, energized by excitement. The five-minute walk seemed like five miles. Luckily it was just enough time for her to get her head straight. This was not right—leaving Adam to do her job. Maybe Micah was used to having women at his beck and call, but not this woman. He needed to know it wasn’t acceptable to summon her as he had. And she’d tell him first thing when she saw him.

She knocked on his trailer door.

“Come in.” God, his voice was sexy.

She took a deep breath, steeling herself to be firm about what was and wasn’t acceptable in the workplace. She opened the door and walked in. And all her determination went out the window.

Because there was Micah, standing in the middle of his trailer, completely naked and fully aroused.

Micah had wondered if he’d gone too far when he asked Beaumont to send Maddie to his trailer, but as soon as he saw her, his hard and throbbing cock told him not to care.

He’d wanted to take her the minute she’d finished giving him the most incredible shower blow job. She’d thought she was relieving him, but her amazing gift made him want to give her an orgasm of her own. He’d struggled through the morning, trying not to think about her. Finally, he knew he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on his acting if he didn’t have her. Now.

He expected she’d turn down his text. She took her work too seriously to drop it for a romp in the hay. He admired her for that. Which was the reason he had to come clean to Beaumont about missing his mark. Plus he’d promised Maddie he would. Using Beaumont as an excuse to get her to his trailer was just an added bonus.

Losing his clothes came spur of the moment. He was mid-changing into costume when he remembered how turned on he’d been when Maddie had told him she’d considered waiting naked in his hotel room. Maybe this was a good opportunity to reverse the scenario. Hopefully, she’d appreciate the gesture.

The look on her face suggested she did.

It took three short seconds for her to cross from the door to his arms. Their mouths met and the kiss was ferocious and fraught, as though he hadn’t seen her in days rather than just hours. He grappled with her pants while she roughly ran her hands through his hair, the sensation of her fingers on his scalp heightening his arousal.

When he came up for air, he murmured against her mouth. “Oh baby, I missed you.”

“Um-hmm,” she moaned, reclaiming his lips.

He lowered her pants and panties to below her knees and lifted her onto the nearby countertop—the same counter he had kissed her against a week ago. Without releasing her mouth, he tore open the condom he’d laid out in anticipation of her arrival and rolled it over his shaft. He scooted her forward until she was on the edge of the counter then spread her as wide as she could manage with her pants still hooked around her ankles. With his thumb, he rubbed the length of her pussy, pausing to enter her hot opening, testing her readiness. Christ, she was so wet for him.

He removed his thumb and moved his pelvis toward her. “Here I come.” He plowed into her. Fuck, she felt good. Even after more than a day of repeated sex, she still felt hot and heavenly as that first time. He paused for a second to admire that.

Then with a punishing rhythm, he began thrusting, hard and fast. His panting matched hers as she gasped at each stroke, thighs slapping against his hips. He could fuck her like this for hours, forever, though he knew this would be quick. He was too aroused, and she was also, already clenching around him, warm and tight.

He placed his hands on her hips to help move her back and forth over his cock and increased their tempo. Wait, wait, he told himself. Wait for her.

“Maddie, I want you to come,” he growled.

She arched and released at his request. “Ah, I’m coming!” She covered her mouth to stifle her cry.

“I am too.” Blind, flashing light crossed his vision and he released with her, leaning forward, pushing her back against the cupboards behind her to support the sudden loss of feeling in his thighs. “Mmm, baby, you’re incredible.”

He gave her a quick kiss and pulled out, noticing her wince as he did. “Are you sore?” he asked.

She waited while her breathing slowed. “Somewhat.”

He smiled. “Fantastic.” He leaned in to nuzzle her nose before pulling off the condom and disposing it in the toilet.

“Waiting naked. Wow.” She wriggled off the counter and brushed past him. From the bathroom she called, “But what if that hadn’t been me who knocked?”

He pulled on a pair of briefs. “Hell, I bare my ass in every movie I’m in. Who hasn’t seen my stuff?”

She didn’t close the door as she cleaned up. He liked that. She felt comfortable around him. Hell, he hoped so after all they’d done in the last two days.

He leaned against the doorframe, watching her. “Besides, I knew it was you.”

She washed her hands and dried them on the hanging towel. She faced him, unable to leave the bathroom with him in her way. “Pretty certain I would come, were you?”

She was frisky, but he sensed she was serious behind her tease. He played along. “Oh, I work hard to make sure you come.”

She blushed, her skin turning even pinker under her just-fucked hue. He had to turn away. He loved it when she colored and he couldn’t be certain he could control himself from taking her again.

She took the opportunity to leave the bathroom. She crossed her arms and leaned back against the countertop. The fucking, amazing countertop. “I’m supposed to be working.”

Ah, that’s it. She was irritated at him for interrupting her job. He deserved that. He stepped into his jeans, zipping them before he responded. “This was work related.”

“How do you figure?”

“Beaumont told me I should apologize to you. He, of course, didn’t know that I already had.” He walked over to her and placed his hands on her hips. “It was also a thank-you for this morning.” He kissed her lightly on her nose then sat on the bench across from her to put on his socks.

She glared at him.

“Hey, if it were really an issue, you didn’t have to come.” He grinned, having emphasized the word “come”.

She rolled her eyes. “I came to your trailer to tell you that I couldn’t just be summoned for sex.”

He chuckled. “How’s that going?”

“Hmm.” She sighed. “Depending on how you look at it, rather well, actually.”

He returned to her, wrapping her in his arms. “I’m glad you came,” he said softly. “And I’m glad you came to my trailer.”

She hit him softly.

He leaned his forehead against hers. “And I hear you—I won’t summon you for sex again.” He shouldn’t have done it in the first place. Sex on set was unprofessional. Though the sneaking around part was especially fun.

“Promise?” she asked, throwing her arms around his neck.

He nodded. “No.”

She smiled against his lips. “Thank God.” She kissed him deep and slow, in stark contrast to their earlier frenzy. Too soon, she pulled away. “As much as I hate to, I have to get back to work. And so do you, I’m sure.”

“Yes, I’m late for makeup.”

She started for the door and a sudden ache overtook him. He didn’t want her to leave, couldn’t bear to be without her for even the short time before he joined her on set. It was a new emotion for him—stifling and suffocating and wonderful and freeing all at once.

He grabbed her hand, stopping her from leaving. “Spend the night with me?”

She grinned, lighting up the small space. “I thought you’d never ask.”