“Starting the scene in ten, Jason!” someone yelled from the other side. It sounded like the AD.
I rested my head on Olive’s shoulder. “Be there in a minute.”
Watching how fast her chest was rising and falling gave me immense pleasure. I did that to her. I took her breath away.
Pushing up with my hands, I looked down at her flushed face. Her eyes were dilated.
“I love this look on you, Olive,” I said, feeling so many things all at once.
“What look?” she asked breathlessly.
“This look that says, I’ve been fucked so very well.”
She laughed. “I don’t remember being fucked.”
I lifted an eyebrow. “You don’t? Maybe we should amend that.”
Her expression serious, she nodded. “We definitely should. I want you so bad, Jason. In me. On me.”
I groaned and hid my face against her throat. They pounded on the door again.
“We need to leave.”
“I’ll stay here. The kissing and all that was starting to get to me. Plus, I want some of it to be a surprise when I’m watching the movie. I feel motivated enough to write more so I should take advantage of that.”
“Ok, sweetheart.” I kissed her nose and slowly backed away from her body. “If I can’t come back in between takes, I’ll make sure to have somebody bring you lunch.”
“When does shooting end today?”
“I think closer to eight. Tanner wants to shoot some of the street shots today. Why do you ask?”
Sitting cross-legged on the couch, she straightened her shirt and looked away. “No reason. I thought maybe when we get home, we could…” Her words trailed off.
“We could what, baby?”
She stayed silent but bit her lip, drawing my attention.
Placing my hands on either side of her hips, I got in her face and asked again, “We could what, Olive? What do you want from me?”
She lifted her eyes and met my gaze. “I want you.”
“You got me.”
“Did I?” she asked, tilting her head.
I nipped her lips and she squealed. “Does my wife want her husband to fuck her? Is that what you are trying to ask?”
Her gaze softened and she placed a hand over my cheek. “Can he?”
“Oh, baby,” I murmured, breathing in her unique scent. “You want to be properly fucked, don’t you?”
“Mr. Thorn? Everyone is waiting for you on set. What should I tell them?” This time it was the PA they had assigned to me—you could tell from the uncertainty in his voice.
“For god’s sake! I’m coming,” I shouted again.
I sighed and said to Olive, “Hold that thought until I get back.”
By the time we were shooting the martini shot, it had already gotten dark outside and I hadn’t seen or heard from Olive for hours. After a quick talk with Tanner and Lindsay about the next day’s schedule, I was heading straight to her, hoping that she was still in the trailer.
I unlocked the door and got in, but couldn’t find her on the first floor. Heading up to the screening room, I found her curled up on the corner of the couch, her laptop on her lap, her fingers tapping furiously. When I got close enough to see her face, I noticed the tears falling from her eyes.
“Olive, what’s wrong?”
She flinched and her fingers stopped moving for a moment as she looked up at me.
“Sorry,” she sniffled. “I didn’t hear you. Can you just give me a second? I need to finish this scene.”
“Of course,” I said, a little dumbstruck. I sat down. She gave me a small smile and then turned her eyes back to the screen.
Sitting beside her, my hands were adamant that she needed them on her skin, so I reached out and gathered her hair on the other side of her neck. Small goose bumps appeared on her skin, but I doubted she even noticed me touching her.
After several minutes passed and she was done with whatever was making her cry, she twisted in her seat and faced me. My hands were on her face in a second. “Sweetheart, why are you crying?” I asked, wiping away her tears. She must’ve been crying for a long time for her eyes to be so red and puffy.
She gave a miserable laugh and wiped at her face with the back of her hand. “Her father…her father died.”
“Aww, baby, whose father died?” I brushed a small kiss on her mouth, tasted her salty lips, and leaned back. I was still stroking her jawline, quite possibly to assure myself that she was okay.
“Maya’s,” she replied as fresh tears started spilling down her cheeks. Noticing my questioning look, she clarified. “The new book I’m working on. Maya is the heroine. Her father had cancer, and she was with him…his last night, holding his hand, and then he never made it to morning. He knew…he wasn’t going to, and he loved her so much.”
Her breath hitched and the tears started coming faster.
“Oh, baby,” I whispered with a small chuckle, and then she was in my arms, her face buried in my neck. She was so warm, so beautiful, both inside and out.
“And then,” she continued. “And then she met this jerk in a hotel and he heard her crying from next door and barged into her room when…” Another sniffle. “When she was reading her father’s letters.”
I stroked her hair and then her back. My heart was breaking into a million pieces as she cried her heart out for her characters.
“That’s good though, isn’t it?” I asked softly. Pulling the rest of her body into my lap, I let her straddle me and plaster herself to my chest as I started to stroke her thighs to calm her down. “She won’t be alone. I’m sure you’ll make the guy help her.”
She put her small hands on my shoulders and lifted her head up. “He’d been a jerk to her before that so they don’t like each other that much, but he’ll be worried when he sees her crying.”
I brushed her hair back so I could see her splotchy but still beautiful face. “Will they fall in love?”
She gave me a small smile. “Very much so.”
“Good for them,” I whispered, loving how she was looking at me. Her eyes had a vulnerability in them, yet it made her look all the more powerful somehow.
“But first she’ll ask him to have sex with her,” she said, her smile turning wicked. That’s when I realized exactly where she was sitting. Returning her smile, I gathered all of her hair in my hands and dropped it back over her shoulders.
“I thought they didn’t like each other, little Olive. Does she really want him to have sex with her?”
She nodded eagerly and wiggled her sexy ass a little back so she could settle down more firmly on my newly awakening erection.
“I bet her lips look so beautiful all red and swollen, just like yours do now. I bet he jumps on that idea.” I gripped her chin and pressed my thumb on her bottom lip, pulling on it gently.
She rolled her hips and I had to drop my head back and close my eyes to hold it together. Resting her cheek on my shoulder, she whispered, “Not really. He didn’t want to take advantage of her when she was upset, but she’ll change his mind.”
“I bet she will. I bet he can never say no to her,” I said, not moving my head an inch. If I looked down at her and those lips, I was going to lose it.