Page 72 of Steamy on Set

“I’m not as spinless as she is making me out to be. I’m very opinionated.”

“Yes, but you also give a lot of grace. Even though you always say how you feel and think, you also always forgive. I’d cut off half the people you keep in your life,” Monty says, pointing at me.

I shrug, and that just gets them both to shake their heads.

“You did forgive me pretty quickly, now that I think about it,” Errol muses.

“Stop agreeing with her,” I say while pointing my fork at him.

He just blows me a kiss and clinks glasses with her again.

The conversation shifts to talk about his flaws, and not many of them are new to Monty. He showed his worst side to me from the start, making it easy to fall in love with every part of him.

I knew what I was agreeing to when I decided to date him through the good and the bad.

“So as a dancer, do you think you would ever work in musicals?” he asks.

“I’m trying to shift more towards choreographing. I used to love being on stage and in the spotlight, but I want a career that’s going to last a long time.”

“Well, if you do want to keep dancing, I know a friend currently casting for a musical show. It’s about a dance school and the highs and lows of making it to the top.”

She shakes her head and grabs the dessert menu, her lips puckering.

“Do I look young enough to be in school?”

“Actually yes, you do, but it’s also about people in their twenties,” Errol clarifies.

I grab her arm and turn her to look at me.

“What do you have to lose?” I ask, echoing her words back to her.

This gets her to give me a solid nod, before turning back to him and asking for their contact information.

We finish up dessert and then head to a bar. That leads to dancing, a hookah lounge, and eventually more food at our place. Drunk and happy we talk well into the morning.

It warms something in me, to see them getting along so well. It’s like I’m building the life I never thought I would have.

After he leaves, I look at her expectantly.

“You got yourself a good one,” she says.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. I really hope it works out.”

So do I, I think while cuddling up next to her. She falls asleep first, and I stay up all night replaying our evening. All in all, this seems like the start of a really good thing.

Chapter 26

Neverinmylifehave I orgasmed as much as I have in the last week. Every night I am at his place, he eats me out like he has been starved for years, and then pounds into me like tomorrow the world is ending, and tonight is our last time. It is raw, freeing, and full of all the promises every look he gives me holds. I don’t know what is causing me to fall harder, the sex, or the conversations that follow. He opens me up physically and mentally every night, and then during the day we pretend like none of it is happening.

As I sit staring at him work, I remember this rule we have created and stop myself from reaching out for him. The scene they’re filming comes to an end, and he looks over his shoulderas if he knows I’m there. Shooting me a wink, he turns back to face the set, and I turn to head back to my trailer. Already done for the day, technically I can leave, but I wait for him to finish while working on tomorrow’s scenes. When the knock comes at my door, I yell for the person to enter, hoping it’s him.

Errol steps in, his eyes instantly roaming up my body. Not having changed out of my robe, all it takes is one pull at the string for me to be in my underwear in front of him. Crossing the space in three long strides, he stops right in front of me. Dropping on to his knees like he is here to worship, he peppers kisses down my hanging belly, which leads him straight to my fupa. Before he can go any lower, I lift his chin with my hand, directing him to look at me.

“We should go to your place,” I say, stopping him before we really get started.

The last thing either one of us needs is for rumors to spread about him coming into my trailer. Understanding, he stands back up, dusting off his pants. I lean into him as he grabs my face, kissing me just once on the mouth. When he pulls back, the looks he gives me is enough to get me going again.

---