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yanking her to the edge of the sink. One strong thrust, and he was all the way inside, grinding against her, making her clit spasm and pussy contract around him. One more, and she was biting her lip to keep from waking the neighbors with her loud moans. One more, and Micah was the one biting her lip, grunting her name as flesh slapped in a rush of heat and raw passion.
This was better than any fantasy. Micah surging inside her, his fingers digging into her ass, yanking her against him with every thrust, moving faster and faster. Losing control because of her.
Like a whip cracking, she came, hard and sharp, pussy spasming around him, clenching him tight. He groaned her name, cock shuddering as he released deep inside her.
He pulled from her lips, staring at her. So much emotion in his eyes, looking both lost and found. Like he was giving everything to her, becoming a part of her.
She held on to him, arms around his neck, fingers buried in his hair, emotion clogging her throat, and gave everything she was to him too.
Did you get in trouble for being late?
Micah smiled. His first text message from Jenna. He wasn’t surprised that it was full of concern for him.
During the wake-up phone call, his driver, Hobie, had warned him that Steve wouldn’t be thrilled about Micah being late to set. In the multiple follow-up calls from Steve, he made it pretty clear just how not-thrilled he was. No surprise there, since it was the first AD’s job to ride herd on the talent. Still, Micah had deleted all the voicemail messages from Steve after listening to the first one. How many ways could Micah be told that his ass was grass and Steve was the lawnmower? Fine, Micah’d get his hand slapped for not being where he was supposed to be when he was supposed to be there.
Truthfully, he’d planned on slipping out of Jenna’s place around four in the morning, giving himself plenty of time to go home, shower and be ready when Hobie showed up to drive him to set. But the soft warmth of her body spooned against his after they had sex had lulled him deeply into sleep. In his four years working on Sexy M.D. , he’d never been late. Jenna was one hell of a great reason to break that streak.
It took him all of ten minutes to jump into his doctor gear, grab his ID badge and various other medical props from Jasper, the prop master, and have Francine apply makeup and Delilah approve his hair—his perfectly mussed hair, courtesy of Jenna during their bathroom romp.
Forty-five minutes late for his call time, Micah walked up to his mark. And waited. And waited. Crystal was nowhere to be found. If he had known that would happen, he would’ve spent the extra time with Jenna.
While Steve went on a rampage, first yelling at Micah for being late, then screaming for someone to find Crystal and get her ass to set, Micah pulled his cell phone back out and replied to Jenna, It was worth it.
Fast-forward twenty-four hours, and everyone on set was on edge. The eight-hour turnaround after a sixteen-hour day was hell, and the only thing keeping Micah sane was Jenna. Between each take he checked his phone. They kept up a steady back-and-forth texting, sharing random thoughts, jokes, getting to know each other better a few words at a time.
“Micah,” Steve snapped as he came from behind the camera. “Get your head out of your phone and into the scene.” He continued toward Crystal with a few more orders and arguments.
Micah shook his head and turned away. He hadn’t blown a take all day, but getting involved in a bitch fest with Steve when he was like this wasn’t worth the energy. Micah tucked his phone back in his pocket.
Delilah came forward to fix his hair and said in a careful whisper, “Don’t piss him off too badly. Rumor has it they’re planning something big for the finale, killing someone off in a major game-changing maneuver to convince the network to renew us for another season.”
“Any word who?”
“There’s lots of
This was better than any fantasy. Micah surging inside her, his fingers digging into her ass, yanking her against him with every thrust, moving faster and faster. Losing control because of her.
Like a whip cracking, she came, hard and sharp, pussy spasming around him, clenching him tight. He groaned her name, cock shuddering as he released deep inside her.
He pulled from her lips, staring at her. So much emotion in his eyes, looking both lost and found. Like he was giving everything to her, becoming a part of her.
She held on to him, arms around his neck, fingers buried in his hair, emotion clogging her throat, and gave everything she was to him too.
Did you get in trouble for being late?
Micah smiled. His first text message from Jenna. He wasn’t surprised that it was full of concern for him.
During the wake-up phone call, his driver, Hobie, had warned him that Steve wouldn’t be thrilled about Micah being late to set. In the multiple follow-up calls from Steve, he made it pretty clear just how not-thrilled he was. No surprise there, since it was the first AD’s job to ride herd on the talent. Still, Micah had deleted all the voicemail messages from Steve after listening to the first one. How many ways could Micah be told that his ass was grass and Steve was the lawnmower? Fine, Micah’d get his hand slapped for not being where he was supposed to be when he was supposed to be there.
Truthfully, he’d planned on slipping out of Jenna’s place around four in the morning, giving himself plenty of time to go home, shower and be ready when Hobie showed up to drive him to set. But the soft warmth of her body spooned against his after they had sex had lulled him deeply into sleep. In his four years working on Sexy M.D. , he’d never been late. Jenna was one hell of a great reason to break that streak.
It took him all of ten minutes to jump into his doctor gear, grab his ID badge and various other medical props from Jasper, the prop master, and have Francine apply makeup and Delilah approve his hair—his perfectly mussed hair, courtesy of Jenna during their bathroom romp.
Forty-five minutes late for his call time, Micah walked up to his mark. And waited. And waited. Crystal was nowhere to be found. If he had known that would happen, he would’ve spent the extra time with Jenna.
While Steve went on a rampage, first yelling at Micah for being late, then screaming for someone to find Crystal and get her ass to set, Micah pulled his cell phone back out and replied to Jenna, It was worth it.
Fast-forward twenty-four hours, and everyone on set was on edge. The eight-hour turnaround after a sixteen-hour day was hell, and the only thing keeping Micah sane was Jenna. Between each take he checked his phone. They kept up a steady back-and-forth texting, sharing random thoughts, jokes, getting to know each other better a few words at a time.
“Micah,” Steve snapped as he came from behind the camera. “Get your head out of your phone and into the scene.” He continued toward Crystal with a few more orders and arguments.
Micah shook his head and turned away. He hadn’t blown a take all day, but getting involved in a bitch fest with Steve when he was like this wasn’t worth the energy. Micah tucked his phone back in his pocket.
Delilah came forward to fix his hair and said in a careful whisper, “Don’t piss him off too badly. Rumor has it they’re planning something big for the finale, killing someone off in a major game-changing maneuver to convince the network to renew us for another season.”
“Any word who?”
“There’s lots of
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