Page 27 of Playboy Billionaire

“Done.”

“When should I check back in?” Griffin asked.

“I’m going to say around two. If we’re way behind, I’ll have someone text you.”

Griffin saluted everyone and left, and Penelope felt deflated when he walked out. Not good. Not good at all. She glanced up and caught Noah watching her and her face got hot. His eyes strayed to her breasts and lingered before bringing his attention back to what Stew was saying. She abruptly pushed her chair back and stomped out of the room.

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Griffin jumped onto his motorcycle and decided to head home. He thought he’d hop on his board to catch an hour of windsurfing. A quick sail was just what he needed to blow off steam. Perfect weather and he had several hours to play before he was due back on set. Plenty of time.

He’d started to feel antsy after he and Penelope had exchanged that intimate moment during the meeting. It had taken him by surprise when she’d looked at him like they were both in on some private joke.

Was she actually softening toward him? And when the hell had that happened? There had been a definite thaw since the party, but today seemed to be next-level. Scared the shit out of him. He’d always been the one in control of his emotions. Never go too deep…when things get serious…time to bail.

Somehow, he doubted that he’d be able to put this genie back in the bottle once it was released. He’d read through their sex scene about thirty times. He’d also read their individual contracts, and the scene required them both to be nude except for a small cloth bag tied around his dick. No body doubles. Him and Penelope in bed…together…buck naked. He scrubbed his face with his hands.Jesus take the wheel, he thought dryly.

He changed into his trunks and headed out to the garage. He’d caught the sailboarding bug in his teens and since moving back, the ocean was his back yard and he took full advantage. Pretty damn convenient.

In no time he was out on the water sailing. Keeping close to the beach, he stayed in the lower levels of water. The conditions were perfect, and he sailed crosswind with good power. Bending his legs like a spring, he popped the board out of the water. His muscles strained as he deftly powered the sail. It was the best workout there was.

There were a few others out on their boards, but today he kept to himself. He craved the solitude after the intimacy of the movie set. After an hour on the water his quads and arms trembled with fatigue, his cue to head back to shore. He hauled his equipment back to the garage and went in to shower off the sea salt.

As he lathered his chest and arms, he remembered Penelope touching him and the intoxicating scent of her. He had three days to get his shit together before their first erotic scene. He’d read that some actors used alcohol to loosen up before a scene like this. He smiled, maybe a bottle of whiskey on set was a good idea. Just in case.

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Penelope watched as Griffin paced the room, waiting for the crew to finish setting up their bedroom scene. She had managed to eat several bites of toast for breakfast, but her stomach was so full of butterflies that she’d barely gotten that down. She envied Griffin his confidence in broadcasting his nervousness. She was the opposite and kept it all bottled up inside.

“Everybody, clear the set.” Stew looked over at Penelope as Dolly put the last finishing touches to her makeup and left the room. “Are you ready Pen?” She nodded. “Griff?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” he said.

“Places,” Stewart called.

Griffin took a deep breath and concentrated on channeling his character Bryan. He faced Penelope and she smiled.

“You’ve got this,” she reassured him.

He grimaced, “No promises.”

“Action,” Stewart announced.

Bryan tenderly stroked Sydney’s face, running the pad of his thumb over her kiss swollen lips. “I can’t fight it any longer. You win.”

“He’ll be out of town the entire weekend. We have the place all to ourselves.”

“I don’t even care anymore. I have to have you.”

“I’m yours. Take me Bryan,” she said breathlessly.

His large, tanned hands stroked her, caressing her shoulders then sliding down her back. He groped her bottom and squeezed, pulling her tightly against his pelvis. She slipped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down for a torrid kiss. He cupped the back of her head as he plundered her mouth. Lifting his head, his eyes smoldering with lust, he peeled her shirt slowly up her torso. She raised her arms overhead so he could pull it off.

She took his breath away. A magnificent creature. Almost too beautiful to be real. His finger slid under her bra strap and he pulled it down over her shoulder and softly kissed her there. He could feel her chest rise and fall as her breath quickened. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. Ripping off his tee shirt and pants, the camera zoomed in on his muscular back and buttocks.

He unzipped her pants and slid them down the long length of her thighs, leaving her bare except for her lacy bra and panties. Trailing kisses over her torso and belly, he nuzzled her through the silk when he reached her apex. He licked his way back up to her ripe cleavage and buried his head between her breasts. Reaching under her, he unfastened her bra and her breasts spilled out. He swallowed. Five seconds of exposure before he shielded her from the camera with his body.

She gripped the sheet in her balled-up fists and arched her back, crying out, “Bryan, please now.”

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