Remembering my part, I buck against him, raising my free hand to slap him, but he grabs both my hands over my head as he presses his body down on top of me. Lust slams into me, and I’m losing the battle. My core aches, my panties are soaked, and my nipples are trying to poke a hole through my lace bra.
Reeve straightens up until he’s sitting on my lap, and his hungry eyes latch on to my chest. I try to remember I’m supposed to hate him, not want to strip him naked and bounce on his cock.
When his mouth brushes the sensitive skin just under my ear, I pant and groan, writhing underneath him. Reeve rocks his groin against mine, while he keeps my wrists elevated over my head, and from the familiar lusty glint in his gaze, I can tell he’s struggling to stay in the role too. That makes me feel better, if a little guilty.
I’m supposed to be helping him, not making it more difficult.
He thrusts slowly against me. “How is it I crave the thing I hate most?” he whispers, his mouth moving to my jaw. “How do you do that? Make me want you when I despise you?”
“If you discover the answer, please enlighten me,” I rasp, keeping my eyes shut.
“Open your eyes, Abigail.” He peppers my jawline with kisses, and I’m on the verge of spontaneous combustion. My eyes blink open, and I stare into his beautiful face. Conflict rages in his eyes, as it’s supposed to. “I think you’ve been put on this Earth purely to torment me,” he whispers, letting my wrists go so he can wind his hands into my hair. “I need you to hate me.”
“Oh, trust me, I’m already there.” It almost pains me to say those words to the love of my life, even if they’re not true.
“Not nearly enough,” he whispers, kissing the corner of my mouth.
“What do you want from me, Cam?” I whisper back.
He kisses the other corner of my mouth, and I’m hanging on by a thread here.
“Everything, Abigail. I’m going to take everything.” Reeve slams his mouth to mine, gripping my head in his large palms, and all bets are off.
He must think so too, because it’s like a race to see who can remove clothing faster, and in record time, he’s driving his cock inside my naked body as we fuck like wild animals on the floor of his father’s study.
“Oh my God.” Reeve wipes an arm across his sweaty brow as we sit on the floor, leaning back against the couch, after the hottest sex of our lives. “That was insane.”
“Insanely hot.” I grin at him.
“If this continues, I’m seriously screwed for rehearsals next week.”
The edge slices off my euphoric post-coital high. “If any of your rehearsals end up with hot sex on a floor, you won’t just be screwed, Reeve, you’ll be fucking dead the second I get my hands on you.”
He chuckles, leaning his head on my shoulder. “You know I was talking about us running lines.”
“Hmmm.”
“Babe?” He lifts his head, swiveling around until he’s sitting cross-legged in front of me. His brow puckers. “You know you have nothing to worry about, right?”
I crick my neck to loosen the suddenly tight muscles. “I know I’m being ridiculous, but I don’t like the thought of you doing that scene with anyone but me.”
“Then maybe you should audition?” He arches a brow.
I crank out a laugh. “Funny, but no. I would suck. I think I’ve just proven that.”
“I happen to like how you suck.” His lips curve at the corners, and my eyes automatically lower to his crotch.
“You really do like how I suck, huh?” I play along, watching his dick harden.
“Baby.” He grabs his boxers, pulling them on, chuckling as I pout. “We need to talk about this, and I can’t do that if we’re both naked.” I dress in my underwear as he continues. “I don’t want you to worry. You know I only have eyes for you. You’re the love of my life, Viv,” he adds, pulling me onto his lap.
“I know that, Reeve, but it’s not just this scene. Abby and Cam have this epic, explosive kind of love, and you’ll really need to inhabit his persona to pull it off in a way that will justify the plot and pay homage to the character. You’ll need to be passionate with her. That’s what worries me.”
“I know how to separate my personal feelings from my role. It will only be acting, babe.”
“It’s not you I’m worried about. It’s whoever they cast as Abby.” I chew on the corner of my lip. “I still want to punch Marnie Gibson for shoving her tongue down your throat during Romeo and Juliet,” I admit, my fists clenching as I recall how she used to paw at him during rehearsals. Everyone knew we were in love, and Reeve told her time and time again to cut it out, but she loved pushing my buttons, and we almost came to blows on several occasions. She still smirks at me whenever I pass her in the hallway, and I still want to throat punch her until I wipe the smug grin off her face.
Reeve has taken a leading role in every school play, but that was the only part that required him to kiss his leading lady. I was jealous as fuck, and it doesn’t bode well. I hate that I’m worrying, because I trust him completely and it shouldn’t be a big deal. I need to trust in him and our love and accept this is the way it will always be.
He tucks my hair behind my ears, dotting kisses along my cheeks. “Her breath smelled like rotten farts, and I almost puked every time I had to kiss her.” He grimaces, and I grin, his words helping to ease some of my tension. He cups my face, locking eyes with me. “It wouldn’t matter if they cast Gal Gadot opposite me. I’d still have zero interest. You are all I see.”
I purse my lips. “Now I know you’re lying. I’ve seen you drooling over her. Don’t deny it.”
“That was the Wonder Woman costume, and trust me when I say every red-blooded male got hard watching that movie.”
“Gross.” I place my hands on his shoulders, exhaling loudly. He looks troubled now, and I’m not doing this to him. I just need to get over myself. “It’s fine, Reeve. Don’t mind me.” I kiss him softly. “I know I can trust you. I’m just being silly.”
“You can trust me.” Lifting my hand, he kisses the soft skin on my wrist. “You can trust me one hundred percent.”
I do trust him, but I have a sixth sense it’s not him I’ll have to worry about.
4
I bury my head in my hands, tossing my cell on the couch in my living room. “Ugh. Why her? Of all the actresses in the world, why did they have to cast Saffron Roberts as Abby?”
“It sucks, babe,” Audrey says. “I hate it and Reeve isn’t even my boyfriend.”
Lifting my head, I exhale heavily. “I’ll just have to grin and bear it. It’s not like I can do anything about it, and I understand why they hired her.”
Saffron starred in a couple of popular Netflix movies. She’s beautiful and a decent actress. But they are a dime a dozen in L.A., and if it wasn’t for her scandalous affair with a high-profile married film director, she would not be so famous.
Usually, the woman fares unfavorably in such situations, but the director’s wife made a statement saying they had an open marriage, even alluding to a threesome with her husband and the then twenty-year-old actress. Saffron signed with a new agent and PR firm, and for a time, you couldn’t turn on the TV or scroll through social media without seeing her pretty face. Roles have been pouring in, and she’s now being touted as one of the future stars of the big screen.