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There’s a flutter in my stomach and my heart is racing. I guess I wasn’t imagining all that sexual tension between us these past few weeks of filming. “But why do it on set?” I ask. “Where everyone could see?”

James grabs the bottle of whiskey from his shelf and takes a big gulp before sitting down on the couch and running a hand through his hair.

“I didn’t exactly think it through. I just knew that I couldn’t wait.

You were going to make me come one way or another, and I couldn’t resist that sweet pussy of yours.

Besides, I thought you wanted it. You practically begged me to fuck you. ”

I smile. “I was acting. That was what the scene called for. Half of what I said was in the script.” I plop down next to him on the couch, letting the shirt open slightly to reveal my breasts to him.

They’re not totally out in the open, just a hint of them, my nipples barely peeking out.

“If I had known then that you planned to fuck me for real, I probably would have cranked the dialogue up a notch.”

He gives me a look, but I’m not sure how to read it. I kind of get the feeling he wants to fuck me again. Like, right now. He is hard again. Really hard. I can see his erection poking straight up through his pants, he’s not even trying to hide it.

“That blowjob was not acting,” he says. “You needed a good hard fuck. I know I did.” He pauses. “Anyway, I wouldn’t have done it if I knew you were a virgin.”

“Bullshit,” I say, grinning. “You could have stopped once you found out, but you didn’t.”

“Okay, you’re right. Nothing could have stopped me by that point. You already had my dick all wet, and once I got my fingers in your pussy, realized how tight you were, how hot and ready, I couldn’t help myself. I had to have you.”

He passes me the bottle of whiskey and I take a small sip, letting it burn my throat before warming me up from the inside.

“I realize we’re doing things slightly out of order,” James says, putting his hand on my leg.

His touch is electric, sends a pulse of excitement through my body and raises my internal temperature by several degrees.

My skin is so flushed that it feels like it’s burning.

“But can I buy you dinner tomorrow night? I want to take you out on a proper date.”

“Is James Grant asking me out?” I try to be flirtatious and hold his gaze, but the way he’s looking at me makes that difficult.

I get the feeling he wants to rip my clothes off, and considering all I’m wearing is this open shirt, that wouldn’t be hard to do.

He just has to push it over my shoulders and let it fall off…

But I can’t encourage him, even though that’s exactly what I want him to do. If I seem too easy, he’ll lose interest in me. I have to play hard to get.

“I was under the impression you didn’t date,” I say. “That you never hook up with the same woman twice.”

“Normally you’d be right. But I’m willing to make an exception for you, Harper. What do you say? Let’s give this another shot.”

“I don’t know…” My enormous grin gives me away. “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea, James. What we just did…that was only acting. I’m really not that into you.”

“Hmm. Is that so?” He rubs his thumb over my lower lip and then leans in to kiss me. “Last I checked, you couldn’t fake squirting. Not like that anyway.”

“Damn. Is that what gave me away?”

“I’m afraid so. But the good news is that I was, in fact, acting. Mostly.”

“That’s good news?” I raise an eyebrow.

“For you it is. I had to hold back for the cameras.”

“Oh yeah? What would you have done if we were alone?” It takes all of my willpower to resist the urge to strip off his pants and climb on top of him right now.

“For starters, I wouldn’t have let you hide under that sheet.” His hand moves up my thigh and stops just short of where I really want it. “But more importantly, I would have been a lot less gentle. I wanted to fuck you at least twice as hard as I did.”

“In that case, it’s probably a good thing you had to hold back.

I’m not sure I could have handled it any harder.

” As the words leave my mouth, I question their accuracy.

They’re probably true. After all, he nearly split me in two with that first big thrust. But once my cherry was popped?

It just kept getting better and better. If that was him holding back, I can’t imagine what he’s usually like. I definitely want to find out though.

“You loved it,” he says. “And you’ll love it even more tomorrow night.”

“What makes you so sure I’ll put out on the first date?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

His hand moves further up my thigh. This time his fingers reach my pussy, stroking it up and down a few times before plunging inside and making me gasp.

“You know you can’t resist me,” he growls in my ear. “Besides, you can’t deny the father of your unborn child.”

“Oh? I’m carrying your child now?”

He shrugs. “Time will tell. But I certainly hope so.”

A warm fuzzy feeling washes over me. Is he serious? James Grant wants me to have his baby?

“Really?” I ask.

“Really.” He pulls me onto his lap and presses his lips to mine while fumbling to unbutton his pants.

A second later I feel his stiff cock between my legs, slowly sinking into my bare pussy.

“I want you to be mine forever, Harper. I can’t stand the thought of any other man going near you, defiling your perfect body. ”

“But you really want me to have your baby?”

“Absolutely.” His mouth traces a trail of kisses down my neck and along my collarbone, then dips down to my breasts.

“I feel like it’s our duty to have as many children as we can.

After all, we’re the best looking people in Hollywood.

Think of how perfect our kids will be. We owe it to the world to raise a whole brood of beautiful children. ”

I wrap my arms around him and start to ride his cock, rolling my hips until every last inch of him is buried inside of me.

“Mmm,” I moan. “I’d like that.”

I knew James Grant would be trouble from the moment I found out he’d been cast opposite me, but I never expected to fall in love with him.

Which is exactly what I’m afraid is happening.

Especially if he keeps fucking me like this.

And apparently he agrees, because the next words out of his mouth are, “I fucking love you, Harper Layne.”

***

Five years later, we’re still together. It turns out that James did knock me up that fateful day on set. At least, I think he did. Either that or it happened later that night, or the next morning, or any of the four times he fucked me the following day.

He insisted on marrying me as soon as he saw the pregnancy test. We eloped and bought an enormous house in Malibu, right on the beach.

I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy nine months later. Caleb. And two years after that, Charlotte joined our family.

Now I’m pregnant again, this time with twins.

Every day I fall deeper in love with James. He’s a great father, a wonderful husband, and the greatest lover on the planet. Not a day goes by that he doesn’t bring me to an earth–shattering climax.

Every time I think we’ve done it all when it comes to sex, he introduces me to something new. Something dirty or kinky or just plain unexpected. Kind of like our first time together.

I couldn’t be any happier.