Page 11 of Secret Daddies

“What do you think about it right now?” I asked, and she shifted toward me slightly, peering at my face and narrowing her eyes.

“It looks like it held up pretty well so far,” she remarked. “Could be better, of course, but then, I didn’t do it, so that’s to be expected.”

“You rate your skills that highly?” I chuckled.

“Of course I do,” she shot back, as though daring me to disprove her. “How else would I have ended up working here?”

“I like that confidence,” I remarked. “You need that in this business.”

We were standing just a couple of feet apart now, and she was still gazing up at me—she hadn’t looked away in a long time, and there was something undeniably heavy in the air between us. I didn’t know what it was, and I didn’t know where it would take us, but I knew I wanted to find out.

“Oh, yeah? And you’re confident, are you?”

I grinned. “Of course I am. Confident in all my skills, actually.”

“All of them?”

I flicked my tongue over my lips. We were in that delicate place now, where I had to be seriously careful where I stepped—she was flirting back at me, but we were still at work, and one wrong move could land either me or her in the midst of trouble we couldn’t get away from.

“All of them.”

Her eyes flicked back and forth between mine.

“I don’t know, I’ve seen your movies,” she countered. “You’re good, but…”

“Oh, I’m not talking about the stuff you see in my movies,” I teased her slightly, shifting my weight so we were a bare inch or two apart. Her lips parted slightly, and it took everything I had in me not to sink my mouth into hers then and there, just to see how she’d react.

“Oh, no?”

“No,” I murmured. “I’m talking about an entirely different set of skills.”

“Like what?”

I lifted my hand, letting it graze across the back of hers for the barest instant—her eyes widened when she felt the connection of my skin to hers, a jolt of electricity passing between the two of us. I could linger in this moment forever, this moment where the two of us were alive with crackling chemistry—but as my mind spun with ideas of just how I could please her, I knew that I had to see how far I could take this.

“I prefer to show, not tell,” I murmured. “You down for that?”

Her breath was coming in short, sharp bursts now, slightly unsteady, as though she could hardly believe that I was asking her this—I half expected her to hand the coffee back to me and tell me to get the hell out of here, before we both got busted in the middle of doing something we couldn’t take back. But then, as her eyes slowly traced their way up to mine once more, I could see the want written all over her face.

And I knew nothing would hold it back.

She had hardly nodded once by the time I plucked the coffee from her hand, pulled her against me, and kissed her hard. She sank into me like this was what she had been waiting for sincethe moment I stepped into this trailer—since the moment she first laid eyes on me on set yesterday. I didn’t know how far this would go, how much we would get away with before we were busted, but right then and there, I didn’t care.

She gasped against my mouth as I lifted her onto the table behind her, pushing my knee between her legs to part her thighs—she was wearing this little skirt that rose up over her hips as she moved in toward me, and I ran my hands up the outside of her thighs, letting my fingertips trail toward her hips.

Her skin was soft, like velvet beneath my touch, and her lips parted as I pushed my tongue into her mouth. I could already feel myself stirring to hardness just from a kiss, but honestly, I wanted to put my money where my mouth was and show her the skills I had been so insistent on telling her about. Letting my mouth fall to her neck, I traced my lips to that spot just below her ear, and her back arched as she pressed herself into me with a helpless neediness. I grinned against her neck—the way she whimpered as the arousal got the better of her, I could already tell I was going to be addicted.

Outside, the bustle of the set was still carrying on as normal—someone could walk in here at any moment, and we would be exposed, caught in the act. Which should really scare me, but honestly, it just served to turn me on even more. As much as I loved a regular hookup, there was something about getting into a risky situation like this that made it all the hotter to me. The way her hands were sliding along my back to pull me against her, I could tell she felt the exact same way.

I continued my journey down, kissing along her throat and down to the curve of her breasts—I pushed my hand beneath her shirt and under the small bralette she was wearing, palmingher swollen nipples for a moment before I dropped to my knees between her legs.

“What are you doing?” she gasped as I trailed my lips along the inside of her thigh.

“Showing you my skills,” I reminded her, flashing a glance in her direction. Without breaking her gaze for a moment, I planted my lips against her panties, inhaling the deliciously musky scent of her for a moment, and she let out a groan as she shifted herself to the very edge of the table so I could have all the access to her I needed.

As much as I would like to tease this out a little longer, see how much I could make her beg, we didn’t have time for that right now. Pulling her panties to the side, I took a second just to admire the sight of her pussy, laid out in front of me like that—the puff of dark hair on her mound, her slick folds, the dark pink of her lips. Without another moment’s wait, I planted my mouth against her and started to eat her out like she was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted.

“Oh God,” she moaned, her hands sliding to my head to hold me in place as my tongue slipped between her folds to find her clit. I wanted to make her come, and I was willing to do anything it took to get her over the edge—the thought of getting her off, right here at work, where anyone could overhear us, was making it hard for me to think straight, my cock throbbing beneath my pants.

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