Page 35 of Behind the Scenes

There was a dark urge inside me telling me to use it. Images of Harley and her co-star replayed in my mind, but her face had been replaced.

With mine.

Stupid.

It was stupid how fucking hot she looked and even more stupid how much it affected me.

I threw myself back on the bed, a scream of frustration bubbling in my throat.

Fuck Harley.

harley

. . .

Iwanted her. More than I had ever wanted anyone in this world.

I needed to have her against me. To feel the way her cunt fluttered around me as she came.

And her signing the contract? It only made me that much more ravenous for her.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, even when she was doing something so mundane as typing on her keyboard as she sat right across from me on my private jet.

Penelope was to my left, sleeping in her seat and blissfully unaware of all the things I was tempted to do. She was somewhat my keeper. Taking care of me. Helping with cleanup. Keeping my secrets.

Usually, having her around was fine. But all I wanted right now was to banish her somewhere so I could have my wicked way with the sassy lawyer.

The private jet was on the smaller side and didn’t have the normal room in the back that I was accustomed to. But for this trip, the more inconspicuous the plane, the better.

Laura looked up at me, not pausing in her typing,and raised a brow.

“You have nothing better to do than stare at me?” she asked, her eyes falling back to her laptop screen after a split second.

“Nothing better to do?” I mused. “I have the best view in the whole world right here, so why would I bother wasting my time on anything else?”

I was hoping for it, but there wasn’t a hint of blush on her cheeks or ears. Not like when she had watched me with my co-star.

I need to step up my game.

But I had all the time in the world. Well, almost a week in Maui. With Laura. At the moment, I was thankful for the three-day rule. I would have preferred longer, but I would take what I could get. Between filming and being in the most perfect destination spot, I could spend more than enough time with her.

I just hope she’ll wear the yellow bikini I bought her.

“Remind me of the schedule,” she ordered, her tone bored.

“Tonight we are filming near a secluded waterfall,” I said and leaned my chin on my hand. “Don’t know how long it will take, but once we are dismissed, you and I are heading to a restaurant not far from?—”

“Who’swe?” Laura asked, her words so sharp they could slice flesh from bone. “Sex scene again? Like the movie isn’t already packed enough as it is. I don’t know who’d even watch it with what’s-her-name’s fake moaning.”

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, her skin flushed a deep red as both of us came to the same conclusion.

Dear sweet Laura sounds jealous.

I couldn’t stop the quirk of my lips.

“Don’t worry, it’syouI want to hear moaning… Though with me, there would be nothing fake about it.” I ended the sentence with a wink, which only further intensified her blush.

“I’d rather eat with the crew.”