Page 118 of A Lucky Shot

Fuck what he was supposed to do. He’d do whatever it took to keep her with him. He just had to figure out how.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CASS

“Fuck, Cass.” He inhaled deeply, his nose buried in her hair, before sighing it out with a groan. “I missed you.”

Her shirt was rucked up over her boobs, her bra half pulled off, and pants stuck around her upper thighs in Josh’s frenzied rush to disrobe her. The room’s heating shut off, and the dull hum cut out abruptly, leaving the sound of their jagged breath. She leaned back against his chest, his heartbeat still hammering, and she let out a breathy giggle. “You’ve seen me every day this week.”

One week on opposite sides of the set, barely enough time to trade glances. One time, she passed behind him while he talked to the crew, close enough to trail her fingertips over his back, and he stopped speaking midsentence. She thought her hand would catch fire.

Her hair tangled in crazy coils where his cheek had pressed into the side of her head as he’d thrust against her. She shuffled her shirt down and tried to reposition her bra to do its job again.

Josh swatted at her hands and took a handful of her boob in a nearly gentle grip. “Don’t put them away yet. Let me look at you a minute longer,” he murmured, and she could feel his smile pressing against her hair.

“The pictures I sent weren’t enough? I thought you liked them!”

“I fucking loved them, but nothing compares to having my hands on you.”

“As much as I agree, you have no idea how uncomfortable it is to have your boobs half hanging out of a bra,” she chided, squirming pleasantly against him until he released her with a petulant groan.

With a final squeeze, he eased himself from her, dropping a kiss on her neck. Her butt found the edge of the desk behind her, the laminate finish cool against her skin. She shimmied her pants up, her underwear a mess after being pushed aside instead of removed.

Not like she had wanted him to take the time. The stolen quickie was so much hotter than a sedate and methodical removal of clothing. All of said clothing now hopelessly dishevelled. At least the day was almost over, and she could go home to shower. Maybe he’d come with her. Her heart fluttered as she adjusted her shirt.

Josh turned away to pull off the condom and wrapped it in tissue, tossing it in the bin. With a quick zip of his fly and a hand through his hair, he looked perfectly put-back together.

Honestly. She scanned the room for a reflective surface. “Do I look okay?”

He ran his tongue over his teeth and gave her a wicked grin that popped his dimples. “You look like I just fucked you over a desk, Lucky Charms.”

Well, that was just ducky. She clicked her tongue, hiding her grin. “Will you help me straighten up? Not all of us have well-behaved hair like you.”

“I like that your hair isn’t perfectly behaved. Almost as badly behaved as you, naughty girl,” he said, coiling a strand around his fingers. His smile grew more wicked, and he left a sucking kiss on her neck hard enough to leave a mark before she could push him away. “The minute you leave, everyone is going to know exactly what we were doing in here.”

Screwing each other’s brains out as soon as we had the chance. All while the crew was probably looking for them—him—for any number of things to wrap filming. Only time would take care of her swollen lips and flushed cheeks, but as soon as they stepped out of his office, her post-orgasm glow would be broadcast across the set. Heat flooded her body. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“I can. I’ve been thinking about this all week.” He sat on the edge of the desk, where he’d bent her over minutes ago, and tugged at her until she was back in his embrace. With the frenzy of sex behind them, he trailed soft kisses over her jaw and slid his hands up the back of her shirt. “Let’s stay here a few minutes longer. Let people forget they saw us come in here.”

Maybe he didn’t want people to know they’d been together. They weren’t together. Not in that way.

Or were they? After spending Christmas together, all the messages they had sent in the week since, perhaps he wanted to see if long distance would work? Now, with his hands all over her and the bulge in his pants pressing against her hip, they existed in a limbo where nothing was said and nothing was defined.

“Josh,” she said, tilting her head to give him better access to her neck. “We should talk.”

“We really should.” He slid his hand down her back and squeezed her butt. “Later.”

God, he’d never let her escape.But why escape, when the man she had fallen in love with was telling her how much he wanted her, and how beautiful she was? When the first chance he had, he spent time with her, and no one else.

Her thighs still throbbed with the feel of him, but she would take as much of him as she could.

“Promise we’ll talk later?”

He licked her pulse point. “Promise.”

Later, she thought, and opened her mouth to his and let herself fall into his kiss.

A quick succession of knocks broke the air, and the door burst open.

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