Page 38 of Between the Stacks

I sat behind the desk, a place I knew well since I’d started my work study. I’d added little trinkets I’d picked up over the last few weeks. There was also a photo of my parents, which I turned around before we started filming.Nothing to see here, Mom and Dad.

When Monty said, “Action,” Lowe stormed out of his office, slamming the door against the wall, causing me to jump.

“What is the meaning of this!” he snarled, getting into my space. The heat of his body curled around me. “This is a library, not a post office.”

“Sorry, sir,” I murmured.

He grabbed one of the gifts. “What is this?” He glanced over it. “Happy Library Lovers’ Day... What is this shit?” He slammed it down, then went to the next. His sharp movements kept me twitching and on edge.

“They’re just g-gifts,” I said.

“Where’s my gift?” His hand wrapped around my throat as he urged me to stand, and I followed. The glint in his eye darkened. “I know what I want.”

“Tell me,” I replied. “I’ll go grab it. Anything you want.”

“You, Ms. Davis,” he murmured. “Over my desk. Skirt up, ass on full display.”

I shivered at the snarl in his tone and the way he gripped my arm. Fuck, he really got into this. Guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, though. He had charisma for days. “R-Right now?”

“I didn’t stutter,” he snapped.

“And cut,” Monty said. “I think we’re good for tonight. The rest we’ll do at the warehouse.”

I flopped back into my seat, heart hammering. Pussy aching for Lowe. The intensity of the scene left me a shaking mess. I was horny. Hungry and exhausted. Who knew being an adult actress was hard work? Not that I was a real one. Lowe picked me specifically for this project.

“How you feeling, sweetheart?” Lowe leaned into me.

“Tired,” I replied. “Good, though.”

He chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you fed and out of these stuffy clothes.”

“Thank you.”

Once Monty left, we headed back to the house, which was where Cole, Scott, and Jonesy were waiting for us, since their work finished first. I felt like I was dragging ass when I came through the door.

“There she is,” Scott said, gathering me up in his arms. “Day one done.”

“I feel like it’s been five.”

“It gets easier the more you do it,” Lowe said, dropping our things in the foyer.

“I need a shower, then food,” I mumbled, starting for the stairs.

As I stepped into my room, I started pulling my clothes off before gathering what I needed and headed into the bathroom I shared with the guys and turned on the water. My brain hurt more than anything and being in a constant state of arousal or concentrating on not fucking everything up. Plus, we had time constraints. I didn’t want to be the reason we went over those time allotments.

A groan slipped from me when the warm spray cascaded over my shoulders, easing the knots that formed there. Pressing my forehead to the cool tile, I took a minute to gather my tattered wits and breathe. The wall kept me steady while I unwound. How did they do this repeatedly? I wasn’t sure I could. The photo shoot was one thing. This... This was a study in torture.

“Hey, sweetness,” Jonesy whispered. “You look tense.”

“Exhausted,” I said. “How do you do this? All the time?”

“I don’t anymore,” he murmured, pressing kisses to my shoulders and neck. “It paid the bills when I needed it, but once I got out, I tried to stay out. Lowe has a way of bringing me back in.”

Yeah, he was very persuasive. “You appeared so relaxed in his office. How did you do that?”

“He’s my best friend in the entire world. The one person I don’t have to keep my defenses up with,” he said. “He could ask me to help him bury a body and I’d come running.”

I chuckled softly. “Yeah, I figured. Can I ask another question?” I turned to face him.

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