Page 77 of Beyond the Bright Lights

She laughs, a full belly laugh, and my chest tightens at the beautiful sound. “True.”

“You were mad earlier. About me leaving Silo in a month to film at the college.”

I palm her shoulders to keep her from shrugging. She tries, though. “I wasn’t mad. I was surprised. I don’t understand a thing about film making. I thought the whole movie would be shot here, which makes no sense now that I think about it. Why wouldn’t the college scenes be shot at the actual college?”

“Are you not planning to come to Jonesboro?”

“With the bar . . . I don’t think I can.”

“From what Ginger told Bruno who told me, the bar will fine. Your staff has it covered.”

“They do, but I still feel guilty for making my employees work overtime just because their boss can’t get over a death that happened eighteen years ago.”

I hate that she keeps torturing herself over this. Grief has no timeline.

“What about coming to visit me once or twice a week?”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Yeah?” I lean in, my mouth inching close enough to hers that she licks her lips, begging for a kiss. My hand travels from her shoulder, down to the front of her jeans. I unsnap the top button and reach for the zipper. “You don’t think you’ll miss this?”

My fingertips slide behind the opened jeans, searching for her underwear.

I growl when I find none.

“You're killing me not wearing panties, donut.”

She nips at my lips. “Easier access.”

Lana opens her legs to allow my fingers to reach her warm cunt. So fucking wet.

“We only have a few minutes. So, I’m going to need you to come fast. Understand?”

She nods, her forehead resting against mine.

I plunge my fingers inside her and drown her moan with a kiss. I thrust, hard and fast, putting pressure on her clit with the heel of my palm.

She groans, a little too loud. “Quiet,” I hiss.

She whines into my mouth and fuck, I'm so hard. Yeah, this wasn’t the best idea. I’m going to go back to set with a boner.

Lana takes hold of my arm, gripping hard as she gets close to coming. I’m kissing her, refusing to take my mouth away to prevent any of her pleasurable cries from slipping.

Seconds before I’m due back, she’s shaking on my fingers. As I finish licking up her arousal, the PA barges back through the door.

“Mister Andrews, please. They need you now.”

I stand, adjusting my aching cock. “Coming,” I say over my shoulder then give Lana a smirk. She rolls her eyes at me.

“Please say you’ll come back to set.”

“Let me think about it some more, okay?”

Before I leave, I lean down to give her a deep kiss, making sure she tastes herself on my tongue.

Lana doesn’t come back to set.

Chapter 19 – Lana

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