Touching the Billionaire - Holly Jaymes Page 0,34

want you. No Jack and Nicolette fake fuck. No jerkoff shower fantasy. Tell me I can have you.”

“You can have me.”

His lips consumed mine. In a single move, he rolled us until he was over me, his hot, hard body pressing me into the mattress. My skin went from tingles to outright sparks of flames as his hands roamed my body, sliding underneath my shirt. His palms were warm as they caressed my skin.

“I have to see you,” he said in a desperate growl.

In a flurry of hands, we undressed. I had a moment to take in the warmth of the skin on his chest, and marvel at his chiseled muscles, but then I lost my head as his lips wrapped around my nipple. I bowed off the bed as sensation rocketed through me. My fingers gripped his head, holding him there so he’d never stop.

But he did stop, and I let out a frustrated groan until his lips moved down my body, lower and lower.

“Open for me, Madeline.”

On their own, my thighs parted. In the back of my mind, I was shocked at my behavior. Not that I’d never had a man do this to me, but never had I felt so wanton and needy. It had never been so fast and furious.

He pushed my thighs open wider as he settled his shoulders between them. “So wet for me,” he murmured.

“Theo,” I said with a desperate gasp. Then his mouth was on me and all coherent thought was gone. With his lips and tongue, I became a withering mass of sensation. Tension built fast until my hips were gyrating.

“Oh God,” I chanted as I inched up and up, as pressure coiled tighter and tighter, until finally, I hit the pinnacle. He thrust his tongue inside me as his thumb brushed over my clit, and I was soaring breathless into pleasure.

Undercover Affair

Theo

It didn’t take long for me to consider that maybe inviting Madeline up to my place for dinner wasn’t a good idea. Being alone with her in my condo might bring too much temptation, I thought, particularly since we were supposed to be discussing our upcoming sex scene in the movie. But what was done was done, so I would have to do my best to remain professional, control my hormones, and keep my hands to myself.

Of course, that was easier said than done. From the moment I opened my door and I saw her standing there looking so beautiful in a plain pair of jeans, a loose-fitting top, and her hair pulled back in a ponytail, all I could think about was that wild kiss we had in the elevator and how much I wanted to do it again.

Afraid that I might succumb to temptation, I put off discussing the script as we ate dinner, but eventually we had to get to the task at hand. Initially, I thought we might just talk through the scene, so I surprised even myself when I suggested that we walk through and block it. Almost from the minute we were at the door and talking about how my character, Jack Cole, would push Nicolette Vane against the door to begin the love scene, my dick started to thicken. I did my damnedest to keep space between us so Madeline wouldn’t know, but as we continued to block the scene, it was getting harder and harder to hide. He was damn near poking out of my waistband.

When we finished up blocking the scene at the door, I had a sense of relief that I could create the distance I needed to get myself back in order. But then she asked if we would block the bed scene and I was too weak to say no.

I knew there would be those who might believe that I set everything up so that I could get her naked, but the God’s honest truth was, I did my best to avoid that, knowing it was something we both felt shouldn't happen.

I didn’t know what it was that made me decide to point out to her what was going on with me and my dick. I supposed in some ways, what I told her was the truth, that it would likely happen during filming, which would be more difficult for me to hide from her. Perhaps there was some part of me that wanted her to know so that I could see what she might do about it. But also, one of the things that I really