seeing them in such an intimate position was grating on her, and they hadn’t even started to film!
Tim waited until the makeup artist had retreated from the set, then he held the marker for camera one. “Follow the Sun, episode fourteen, take one.”
“And action!” Rob yelled. Elle sat back in her chair and braced herself for the agonizing set of takes that would make up her entire morning. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad . . .
It was worse than she could have ever imagined. Take after take of kisses, arms stroking skin, moans and murmurs between their lines—the lines Elle had written. She cursed herself as she watched them. Gina was in rare form and Elle was convinced several of her “mistakes” were planned, only to grate further on Elle’s nerves.
“Cut!” Rob yelled after Gina said the wrong line yet again. The third time in less than ten minutes.
“Oh, damn.” Gina giggled before glaring across the soundstage at Elle. “Looks like I messed it up again.”
“No big deal.” Luke shook his head, allowing his makeup artist to wipe the smudged lipstick from his face.
The makeup artist then leaned in to reapply Gina’s crimson lipstick before they began another take.
Elle leaned toward Rob. “She’s doing it on purpose. You know that, right?”
Rob brushed her off. “She’s probably nervous. These scenes are difficult.”
If Luke was annoyed by it all, he certainly wasn’t exhibiting any signs of it. That, in and of itself, made Elle squirm in her seat. She wanted him to sigh, to roll his eyes, something—anything—to exhibit frustration in doing multiple takes of each kiss, each embrace, each line delivered between moments of physical contact. It was grating on her nerves, and yet she was berating herself for caring so much. He was doing his job. And she needed to get her head on straight and do hers. But first, she desperately needed a reprieve from a morning of watching him touch, stroke, and kiss someone other than herself.
“We should break for lunch.”
“You got it.”
When the scene reached a decent breaking spot, Rob stood and dismissed everyone for an hour-long lunch break. Elle breathed deeply as she watched Gina saunter from the soundstage. Feeling a new sense of purpose, Elle strode toward Luke.
“Hey, babe.”
With no worries as to who might see them, Elle took Luke’s hand. “Come with me.”
He chuckled, but followed behind her, his hand linked with hers as they made their way down the hallway leading to his dressing room. She held her head high as they walked, undeterred in her desire for time alone with Luke. She was tired of sharing him with Gina.
They entered the room and Elle slammed the door, locking it behind them. She pressed Luke into the cold wood, stripping him of his towel and boxer shorts. A cocky grin crossed his face as he lifted her blouse over her head, pressing his lips to her collarbone. His tongue felt hot against her skin as it traveled up to her neck, over the curve of her chin and finally to her lips. Meanwhile his agile fingers unzipped her pencil skirt, dropping it to the floor.
Elle stood in her bra and panties, lust growing inside her. She needed him inside her, needed to feel him, to join him in the exquisite agony of mounting pleasure. She hoisted one of her arms around his waist and moved her pelvis toward his. He moaned into her mouth before pulling back.
“Come with me.”
He led her to his makeup chair, where he sat down, his hands on her bare waist. Slowly, he tugged her panties until they dropped to the floor. Elle removed her bra, her eyes locked with his.
“You’re in charge, remember?” Luke said. “Show me what you want.”
“You,” she murmured. “I want you.”
“Show me,” he whispered, digging his fingers into her hips. Elle straddled him, her knees bent against the smooth leather, her arms wrapped around his muscular neck. She eased herself onto him, and watched as he closed his eyes and dipped his head back as she took every inch of him into her body.
Ever so slowly, Elle rocked above him. Luke’s fingers dug into the skin of her hips, and she welcomed the sensation as the arousal within her built steadily. Luke pulled her close, taking one nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth.
“Oh God.”
Elle quickened her pace, thrusting again and again.
“Come for me, baby,” Luke whispered.
Elle cried out as her orgasm consumed her entire body. Sweet and satisfying electricity spread