all her muscles contracting. And then she exploded from within. She shook in his arms, racked by the waves of sensation flooding her senses and overloading her nerve endings. Euphoria cleared her mind and left her senseless to anything that wasn’t the press of his skin on hers. She would have collapsed onto the carpet if it weren’t for him.
His arm tightened around her waist. He braced himself against the dresser with his free hand. And with his eyes still on hers in the mirror, he pumped into her until, with a grimace and a groan, his body stiffened and he followed her over the edge.
The silence in the room was deafening without the sounds of their pants and moans. She couldn’t have moved if she wanted to. Her mind was utterly blank, still focused on her body and taking stock of her limbs, her balance, and where they were still joined.
Then, a single thought came to her: Ashton Suarez had just fucked her brains out. And she’d loved it.
After a moment, Ashton slipped out of her. He kept his arm around her waist and shifted her to the bed. She sank onto it, boneless, as he stumbled drunkenly into the bathroom. Finally, she closed her eyes.
She thought she fell asleep, drifting in hazy bliss. Then Ashton stroked her arm. “Jasmine. Me voy.”
“Hmm?” Wait, he was leaving?
She sat up and saw he was already fully dressed.
“If I stay, neither of us will get any sleep. And I can see that you’re tired.” He pulled the bedsheet over her legs, then bent and kissed her lips, long and sweet. “Tomorrow?”
“I have to go to the Bronx.” Her thoughts were still a little scrambled and her voice was husky from the most amazing fucking orgasm she’d ever experienced in her entire life. “To see my grandparents. I’ll text you when I get back?”
“Okay. We still have to go over our lines. We got a little . . . distracted tonight.” His easy grin warmed her. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask him to stay again, but he did look tired, and she was ready to curl up and pass out.
She was also worried that she’d only be asking to see if he said yes again. And she didn’t want to play those games with Ashton.
When she nodded, he cupped her face and kissed her again. “Dulces sueños, querida.”
She heard him leave, then flopped back on the bed with a giddy smile on her face. Sweet dreams, indeed.
Chapter 25
For the next week, Ashton spent every nonworking minute he could with Jasmine. Not that there were many, since the seventh episode required long days and multiple on-location shoots, but they managed to steal time here and there.
He knew he was asking for trouble, sneaking around in a hotel where some of the other actors and higher-up crew members were also staying, but he couldn’t stop.
They saw each other at work, of course, but it was different. They were careful not to do anything to arouse suspicion—no heated looks, no lingering glances—although Ofelia had remarked on their improved performances a few times, and Ashton worried the first AD was starting to suspect something was up.
However, they were most careful around Vera, who had an uncanny knack for tuning into their emotional states. Pretending that he wasn’t falling locamente enamorado with Jasmine was the most difficult role he’d ever tried to pull off. Even harder than the time he’d played his own evil clone.
After being on location all week, it was nice to be back at the ScreenFlix Studios lot on Friday, which was gradually feeling more familiar to him. Ashton was in between filming Victor’s daytime talk show performances when he ran into Jasmine chatting with Nino and Lily at craft services.
Nino waved him over. “Hey, Ash. You coming to the summit tonight?”
Ashton shot Jasmine a puzzled look. “What summit?”
“The Latinx in the Arts Summit,” she told him. “It’s a new group, and they’re having their first big event tonight.”
“The three of us are being honored together as part of their ‘30 Under 30’ in the performing arts category,” Lily explained.
“I’m technically already thirty,” Jasmine admitted. “Do you think they’ll drag me off the stage if they find out?”
“It’s okay, vieja,” Lily said with a grin. “If we average all three of our ages, we come out somewhere in our late twenties.”
“Thanks to me,” Nino scoffed. “So, Ash, you want to come with us? We have VIP tickets, which means open