Page 30 of Playboy Billionaire

“No!” She tore at his hands and thrashed underneath him, kicking out wildly.

“Isn’t this what you want? A fuckbuddy? Well you’ve got him.” He shoved her legs apart and thrust wildly. With one last shove she managed to push him off her and she scrambled out of bed, pulling the sheet with her. Lips trembling and eyes shimmering with tears, she turned her back to him.

He punched the pillow and swore, then stood up and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He cupped her breasts through the sheets holding her. Her legs were weak and unsteady. He nibbled her neck and murmured, “Babe, I’m sorry I got angry. We’ll do it your way. I’ll take anything I can get.”

She turned in his arms to face him, rubbing her cheek against the soft hair on his chest. The scene called for one last kiss. She pulled his head down then slipped her arms around his waist holding him tightly.

This time Penelope was expecting a response from Griffin and when it didn’t happen, she felt let down.OMG girl! You’d better get your shit together. You’re making a film…This isn’t real life.

“Cut. It’s a wrap for today. Great job you two. We’ll meet to go over the dailies tomorrow morning. Be at the hotel by nine.”

Griffin held the arms of Penelope’s robe so she could slip it on.

“We’ll be there,” he said.

They were given a couple of minutes to dress before the rest of the crew trickled in to tear down. Griffin turned his back so she could put her clothes on.

“Need a ride?” Griffin asked over his shoulder.

“I usually ride with Dolly or Stew, but she probably already left since it was our last scene…that’d be great.”

They walked out together, and he handed her his helmet. “Where’s yours?” she asked.

He mounted the bike, “No helmet laws here; jump on.”

She got on behind him and put her arms around his taut waist. He covered her hand with his for a brief moment before starting the bike. He pulled onto the scenic road that ran parallel to the ocean and went full throttle. She hung on, thrilled with the speed. She gripped him tightly with her thighs as he rounded a sharp curve.

He yelled over the noise of the bike and wind rushing around them, “You can keep doing that.”

She laughed feeling free for the first time since she’d left Montana. “I’ll keep that in mind.” She couldn’t resist flattening her palms against his toned belly and resting them just below his navel. Her whole body tingled.

When they got to her place, he walked her to the door. Holding the bare soft flesh of her upper arms he gently pulled her against his chest then ran his palms down her back resting them on her hips. Her face pressed into his chest and she breathed in the manly scent of him…musky…spicy…earthy. Her body softening, she allowed herself one fleeting moment of surrender before mentally shaking herself out of it.

With his chin resting against the top of her head, he said, “The lines are definitely blurred for me. I want you Penelope, Bryan gets to have you and I don’t. Lucky Bryan.”

“I don’t know what to say to make it all clearer for you, because frankly in some ways, it’s easier to do these scenes with someone you’re not attracted to in real life.”

He chuckled. “There is that.”

“It will all work out. You’ll see. Quit worrying…oh and thanks for the ride Griff.”

His eyes burned with desire, “Penelope…”

“Griffin, please don’t complicate things. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“One kiss. Please. I need to feel the real thing, us, Griffin and Penelope, not Bryan and Sydney.” Before she could protest, he swooped down and covered her mouth with his. She stiffened at first, then her lips parted to receive him. Feeling his hardness pressing into her belly was by now, oddly familiar and definitely pleasurable. She let the sensation of his tongue probing her mouth carry her away until she found the willpower to pull away. He reluctantly released her, his breathing ragged and eyes scorching her skin with their intensity.

Without a word she turned and bolted into the house. Locking the door behind her, she leaned back against it. Had it only been five weeks since she’d arrived here? It seemed like months ago. She touched her mouth with her fingertips, taking in a shaky breath. What had she gotten herself into? She should have kept up her guard. It wasn’t too late. Tomorrow was a new day

Tomorrow…she suddenly remembered that she had another sex scene, only this time it was with Noah. She dreaded it. He wasn’t too happy with the friendship developing between her and Griffin. He’d been sulking around the set like a child. Too bad. She hoped he’d be able to contain his jealousy.

It was inappropriate and annoying. So far, he’d kept things professional, but she could see his control beginning to slip. She’d worry about that when and if they got there. Meanwhile she’d put some distance between Griffin and her. That settled, she grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and two glasses and went to find Dolly.

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Griffin pulled away with steel in his pants. He had a feeling he was going to have a hard-on for the next two months. He was restless as hell. Tired but wired. Normally he’d call some random girl and wine and dine them. But that was the last thing he wanted tonight. All he could see were a pair of large bottomless pools of green, and plump lush lips.

He was glad they didn’t have any more scenes together until next week. At least he thought he was glad…fuck, he didn’t know up from down right now. If someone had told him a month ago that he’d be lying naked in bed with Penelope Winters, he would have had them committed. He’d had some wild adventures in his life, but this was definitely the craziest.

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