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Mila groans, the sexy sound sending blood right to my cock, yanking me off script. We’re literally four lines away from a heated kiss, but my hormones can’t wait. I lean in, taking her lips for a kiss that shuts down the fucking world.

Chapter 19

Ana

I’ve been kissed countless times in my twenty-five years on this earth, but never like this. Never so hot, so hungry, so skillful. Oh, the way he takes control, nibbling my lips, sucking on my tongue, the hard, purposeful strokes making my pussy ache so hard, I press my thighs together to ease the sensation. It doesn’t work. It will never work. Not if Xavier—or is it Gideon? I don’t know if he’s in character or not, but if he keeps kissing me like he intends to steal my soul, I’m going to fucking lose it. I’m battling the urge to rock myself against him, to ride him to the orgasm my body craves so much right now.

“Cut!” Pat’s voice pierces through the haze of blissful lust that I’m feeling, and I’m so caught up with the pleasure that it takes a minute for realization to sink in. It was not yet time for this kissing scene. I pull away with a harsh sigh, staring up at Gideon with wonder.

He looks as destroyed as I feel, and I’m not talking about his tousled hair or rumpled shirt. That emotion in his eyes, surprise mixed with hot desire, is exactly what I’m feeling right now. Kissing Gideon should not feel so… good.

No, not good. Exhilarating. Passionate. I should not be wanting more.

But I do.

Fuck my life, I am.

“Way to jump the gun, Gideon,” Pat mutters, yanking off his cap. “I get it, we’re all in a hurry to wrap things up and make it back down before nightfall, but we need to get it right.”

“Sorry.” Though he doesn’t look sorry at all. His eyes are still on me, his lips parted, a determined look now on his face, like he’s ready to pounce. I feel like a lamb for the slaughter, about to get ruined by another taste of that gorgeous mouth.

He drags his fingers through his hair with a rough sigh as Mike, the other assistant director says, “That was perfect, though. There’s no need to re-shoot it. Let’s just fill the gap and move on. That way, we’ll make the deadline.”

“Sounds good to me,” Pat replies, and I swear Gideon looks disappointed. In a second, the look disappears, replaced by a smile as he claps his hand.

“Ready when you are,” he replies, and I force myself back into character. Only now, there’s no line between Mila and Ana. As Gideon leans in with that smoldering gaze, I realize both women are one and the same.

A foreseeable problem. A huge problem.

The reasons behind my reluctant attraction go way beyond Gideon’s womanizing ways. There’s no way I can let him into my space. Gideon’s inquisitive. Curious. He’s not like Logan, who barely showed any interest beyond sleeping with me. If he gets a foot in the door, he’s going to explore. The more he searches, the higher the risk of him finding out my past. I don’t know what he’ll do with the information. I don’t know him at all.

“Cut! That’s a wrap! Great job, people!” Pat yells. I immediately rise from the couch, making my way to my ‘trailer,’ a makeshift cubicle set up in another room. The after-effect of Gideon’s kiss still lingers, leaving tingles on my skin and a warmth in my stomach; despite the deep breaths and the strong reminder I can’t feel a thing for him, they just won’t go away.

Two months left to shoot this movie. Eight months before release day, during which the cast will be called upon to promote the movie. Talk show interviews, magazine profiles; you name the event, and Gideon and I will be there. Not just as leading actors on the film but as ‘romantic’ partners.

Which means spending time getting to know each other.

Alone time.

“Fuck my life,” I mutter.

A soft knock sounds on the galvanized material that serves as a temporary door. “Ana? Are you decent?” Jared calls.

“Sure, come on in,” I reply.

His pink hair appears a moment later as he steps in. “You okay?” he asks, and I see the concern in his eyes. “You took off quite quickly back there. Even missed Pat’s announcement. Cheryl’s inviting us to her birthday party next week.”

“A party sounds fun,” I mutter.

“That doesn’t answer my question, though. Are you okay?”

I nod. “Yes, I’m fine. It’s just… today was a lot.”

“Yeah… I know. Especially that last scene, right?”

“It was by far the easiest part of the day,” I lie, shifting my eyes to the bag I’d been packing when he walked in.

“I bet.” He chuckles. “You and Gideon really got into it. Almost looked real, if you ask me.”

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