Page 189 of My Five Daddies

Everyone on setis whispering about this fake fucking relationship and I’m goddamn sick ofit.

Everyone except Tara. Yesterday she barely spoke to me, let alone looked at me. Everything was professional with her, and she walked away as fast as she could as soon as I got near outside of a work context. She didn’t give me a chance to explain the shit with Holly, and now the whole crew is talking aboutit.

I can’t stand people being in my fucking business, although I know that’s what Hollywood is. Everyone knows everything, and that’s sort of the point. You let people into your fucking world in exchange for fame andmoney.

I don’t fucking like it. I’m the kind of man that keeps things simple and straightforward, and all this fake relationship crap isn’t for me. I take what I want, and I don’t question anythingelse.

Today I’m not playing any games. I come in to work on time, I get ready for my scenes, and I do them to the best of my abilities. I work with Tara but I don’t push her, and I just ignore all the gossip and the shit with the crew that’s happening all aroundme.

And at the end of the day, I decide to bemyself.

I find Tara alone on set, still going over some footage. She works long hours and probably has the most demanding job on the entire set. I don’t envy her at all, but I am damn impressed by her. I know she doesn’t want to talk to me, but I don’t careanymore.

“You can take a break sometime, you know,” I say toher.

She turns and looks at me. “Just finishing up,” she says, and goes back to looking at themonitor.

I wait patiently, not giving in. I know she wants me to just walk away, but I’m not going to. Finally she finishes, marks off her script, and turns back tome.

“I’m busy,” she says, and startswalking.

“It’s not real, you know,” I say toher.

She stops in front of me and half turns. “Whatisn’t?”

“This shit with Holly. I told them I wouldn’t do it, but my fucking agent practically blackmailed me intoit.”

“I heard that might be the case,” she sayscarefully.

“Forget the fucking gossip. Me and Holly, we’re not really a thing. If I want to keep this movie, I have to pretend to be dating her, but I’m not. I don’t want her, not even a little bit.” I stare at Tara, and I hope sheunderstands.

“So why are you telling me this?” she asksme.

“You know why,” I say to her. “You can keep pretending, but I’m sick of pretending. I do enough of that aroundhere.”

“Pretending aboutwhat?”

I grab her wrist and pull her against me. She stumbles and lands against my chest and I pull her close, feeling her body against mine. She tips her head back and looks up at me, lips parted and eyeswide.

I kiss her hard, deep andfull.

She returns my kiss without hesitation, and I know I’m done with waiting, I’m done with the games. I don’t know what’s going to happen beyond this moment, but I do know that I have this, right here, whatever itis.

And I’m takingit.

I press her back, pushing her into the table she was just working on top of. I lift her up, putting her ass on top of the smooth wood finish, and she wraps her legs around my waist as I kiss herdeeply.

The crew has mostly gone home for the night, but we’re still in public. I kiss her like that for a second longer before pulling her back down off the table and dragging her along behindme.

“Jackson,” she says, but I don’t answer. I pull her deeper into the set, behind a bunch of fake walls, back into the dark nooks and crannies, away from sight. There’s a red light high above us, illuminating the space as I turn to her and pull her up against meagain.

“If someone catches us,” she whispers, trailingoff.

“I’ll take care of that,” I say, smirking. “You’ll just have to bequiet.”

I kiss her again, loving her fucking taste, and I’m not so sure she can be silent during this. I push her back up against the wall, the plaster making a slight thump as her ass hits up against it. I grab the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head. She raises her arms, letting the shirt pull over her skin. I watch her hair cascade down her body, and I can’t help but feel her perfect, fullbreasts.

“I’ve been dreaming about this,” I whisper in her ear as she yanks at the hem of my shorts. I’m wearing just a pair of nylon shorts and a t-shirt, since I’ve been doing stunts. “Your fucking tits are even more perfect than Iremembered.”

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