Touching the Billionaire - Holly Jaymes Page 0,20

whipped us around until she was pressed to the back of the couch, and I took the kiss deeper. She pushed me away, her eyes wide with surprise and then slowly, just like they would if she were Nicolette, they narrowed in suspicion.

“That might work on your other women, but it won’t on me,” she said. Then she did a big eye roll, turned to Corrine and called “cut”.

“What's the problem?” Corrine asked her from her perch next to the cameraman.

“It just seems like such a cliché line,” Madeline said. I agreed. I never liked that line either.

Wanting to support her. I put my hands on my hips and I nodded. “I agree.” Madeline looked at me again with surprise in her eyes.

I shrugged. “Nicolette is a kick-ass woman who wouldn’t use lines seen in every book or movie where a man is using a kiss to try to get his way with a woman.”

“So what do you think Nicolette would say?” Corrine asked.

“I can see one of two things she’d do in a situation like this,” Madeline started. “One is telling him that she’s disappointed in him and thinking that he was smarter than having to try and use his charm and looks on a woman.”

I had to give her credit for that. It was the type of thing that would wound a man’s ego.

“Or maybe she’d take control of the situation. She could be the one to push him to the couch, kiss him, and then walk away without saying anything. Or after she kisses him again, she might tell him something like he needs to work on his manipulation skills.”

“What do you think, Theo? Which option do you think is best?” Corrine asked.

I liked the option where she was kissing me more, but I wasn’t going to say that. “I think both would work.”

“I like the second one because I like the idea of Nicolette being in control of her own sexuality and using it to dominate Jack without it being cold,” Corrine said.

I was happy to hear this because chances were, it would involve several takes before we got it right, except of course, I shouldn’t have been happy about it.

As it turned out, we filmed each option several times. Corinne was happy with both, and she said she’d review them to see which was the better option in the film.

Work ended for the day, I retired to my dressing room to work on some business issues. By the time I finished my work and arrived home, it was nearly nine. I fixed an omelet with vegetables and went over tomorrow’s lines, and then headed to bed.

I had mixed feelings about my dreams that night. On the one hand, they were filled with a very voluptuous Madeline Fox. We were alone on the set in the library, doing the kissing scene, except instead of just kissing, I pushed her back against the couch, lifted the skirt of that sexy dress up and took her right there in a wild, crazed fit of passion.

As enjoyable as that was, there were two things about it that weren’t so great; the first was that I woke with a raging woody, and the second was that it really was wrong of me to think of her in these terms. I didn’t want to encourage my libido, so I got into the shower intending on having a cool spray to douse the hot remnant of my dream. But the idea of torturing my dick in such a matter was extremely unappealing. Plus I was home by myself, so no one would know if I took care of business.

So with the water on hot, steaming up the shower stall, I rested one hand against the tile, and with the other, I gripped my dick, stroking long and slow, as I conjured up the image of taking Maddie on the back of the couch in the library. With all the pent-up sexual tension still coursing through my dick from the dream, it didn’t take long for me to come all over my tiled walls in a rush of excitement and satisfaction. I wasn’t a stranger to jerking off since starting my sexual diet, but it had been a while since I felt more than just a little pop of release, like the relief when scratching an itch. This had been bigger, more powerful, making me grunt as the last few drops of cum left my body. I couldn’t help but wonder what the