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His smile is almost blinding. “Okay.”

I rest my head back on his chest, listening to his heart beat.

“We’ll need to keep this quiet.”

I snort. “Obviously. I’m not having everyone on set thinking I’m trying to get a leg up.”

He chuckles as he rolls so I’m underneath him, he swipes his nose across mine. “Let’s keep it just between us.”

“Just us,” I agree as his lips claim mine once more.

Chapter 22

DANNY

There is no other way I want to wake up. With Anya’s smooth leg slung over my hip and her hair tickling my nose as she buries her head in my neck. My limbs are stiff from the position I have refused to move from all night and the rounds we went through before collapsing out of sheer exhaustion.

I play with the ends of her hair and breathe her in. Soon she starts to stir, her breathy moan as she wakes immediately sending blood rushing to my cock. I rest my palm on her thigh, pulling her tighter into me.

She blinks up at me with sleepy eyes.

“Morning,” I say, unable to stop myself from pressing a kiss to her nose.

“Hello,” she says softly, so different from the frantic evacuation the last time we woke up together.

“What time is it?”

“Just gone seven.”

She takes a breath and detangles her limbs from mine. My heart drops at the thought of her leaving the bed but she turns onto her side, pulling me by the forearm. I let her manhandle me until she is curled on her side and I’m curved around her back. I don’t stop myself from grinding into her ass and pressing a kiss to her neck. I’m delighted when I’m rewarded with another breathy moan for my efforts.

She arches her back, pressing her ass into my groin. My hands wander along her skin until I cup her breast, my fingertip grazing her hardened nipple. I’m half expecting her to stop me, for her to tell me we haven’t got time but she opens her legs, hooking one over my thigh. Taking the invitation, my hand travels down her smooth stomach. My fingers trace the outline of her underwear, sliding under the elastic.

Her phone buzzes on the nightstand, freezing both of us in our tracks and dissolving the moment into the air. I rest my head on her shoulder and try to control my erection.

She pulls her legs back together and reaches for her phone, curving her back in a way she must realize drives me wild.

Anya flops onto her back with a yawn as she checks her phone. I rise on my elbow as I study her sleepy face. She rubs her eye and says, “I need to go back to my place and get changed.”

“Okay.” Neither of us move. She turns her head into my chest and presses a kiss to my skin.

“I think I’ll just meet you on set, just to assuage any suspicion.”

“I don’t think anyone will have any suspicions, freckles.”

“Better safe than sorry,” she says as she leans into me. It’s the easiest thing in the world to press my lips to hers.

She squirms against my mouth. “Morning breath.”

I ignore her and open wider for her, the hint of her tongue forcing me to push her back against the mattress, hands wandering.

“Get it out of your system now,” she says, pulling away. “We’re not doing this on set again.”

“Not even to repeat what happened yesterday?”

By now, I think I would have fucked the blush out of her but she loves to surprise me. Pink splotches appear on her cheeks, telling me exactly how she feels about our impromptu session.

Her fingers come between our mouths, as if she needs to physically peel herself off me.

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