Page 165 of My Five Daddies

“Sure. I was thinking about you in the shower.” I step closer to her. “You did a really good jobtoday.”

“Oh,” she says, not able to look at me anymore. “Right. Thanks. Youtoo.”

I stand there and stare at her, grinning madly. I love every second of this. She’s clearly mortified, but she’s struggling not to look. I don’t know why she hasn’t left the trailer yet, but I suspect she can’t tear herselfaway.

“So,” I say finally. “Why’d you barge inhere?”

“Oh, yeah, I need you real fast,” shesays.

I raise an eyebrow. “Real fast? A little last minute, but I think I can rise to thechallenge.”

She glares at me now. I’m laying it on thick, but I can’t help myself. It’s too damnfunny.

“For the scene,” she corrects me. “I need you for the scene real fast. We just need one quick continuity shot and then you’redone.”

“All right, let’s go,” I say, moving to take off mytowel.

“Jackson!” she says, turning away. “Get dressedfirst.”

“Oh, right,” I answer. “I thought you’d want to see the rest, since you’ve beenstaring.”

“I have not been staring,” she says firmly. “Meet me on set.” She turns and practically runs out of thetrailer.

I laugh the whole time as I get dressed. I’ll probably have to shower again if they make me do some more active shots, but that’s fine. I don’t mind. That shower was more than fucking worthit.

I shouldn’t press my luck. I don’t want to push Tara away, but I couldn’t help myself. She’s so easy to rile up, always has been. We have this little truce for now, but I bet that can break at anypoint.

I know I need to be careful. But sometimes I can’t help myself around her. I’m not a patient man, not at all, but I can be patient forher.

She’s the first woman to understand me. She’s the last woman I want. I just need her to see all that, and maybe things can be okay again, maybe I can go back to before it all went toshit.

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Tara

That freaking monster.He’s a total freakinganimal.

He loved every second of that, standing there in his towel, mostly naked, a little wet, and sporting a massive…. well, whatever. He wanted me to look, too. He wanted me to stare. And truth is, I could barely keep myself from walking right into that trailer and ripping that towel off his gorgeousbody.

I could see the outline. I mean, holy shit… he was huge, and pretty hard. He said he was thinking about me, but come on. There’s no way he got hard just thinking about me like that. Then again, he wasn’t really trying to hide it, and he wasn’t really getting soft,either….

Jesus. I need to stop thinking about Jackson’s enormouscock.

“Are they butchering my storyyet?”

I look up from my daydream and catch Laney grinning atme.

“Hey you!” I stand up and walk over to her, pulling her in for a hug. The whole thing with Jackson’s ah, uh, towel happened yesterday, though I can’t stop seeing it like it was just ten minutes ago. We’re on a short break while the actors get changed and prepped for their nextscene.

“Place looks good,” she says, looking around the set. We’re shooting on a soundstage that was built to look like the inside of a giant abandonedfactory.

“Yeah, it’s actually going really well so far. Sticking toscript.”

She arches an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Really,” I say. “Though Lionel made somechanges.”

She sighs. “They always fuckingdo.”

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