Page 29 of Role Play
A rush of energy flooded around me as I looked once more at Lucy. The room filled with a dense intensity, like a thick fog that swept in with the morning tide. Her dark brown eyes glittered under the heated lights of the set. The red wig she wore to match Marlena’s hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, and though she looked great as a redhead, I missed her rich brown hair. Covering her generous curves, she wore a flesh-colored sports bra, Lycra boyshorts… and nothingelse.
Ho-lyshit.
Twitchy and unable to sit still, she kept shifting her weight like a scrap of paper being blown around on a gusty day, crossing her arms over her flat stomach. I couldn’t help but wonder what color her skin would flush if I touched her, if I brushed my knuckles down her back or took my hand to her ass. Would it ripen into a peachy shade? Or more mauve beneath my palm? Her wide, brown eyes lifted, seeing me—and her face flushed. The blush spread over the bridge of her nose and without even touching her, I got my answer. Coral. She flushed coral. When she swallowed, the corded muscles at her svelte neck tightened and gooseflesh pebbled on every inch of her very exposedskin.
“Ash?” Ben said, tearing me out of my stare. “Did you hear me? I need your shirt off. Pants can, um, stay on unless we’re having lighting issues… then we mayneed—”
“My pants will stay the fuck on no matter what,” I growled. It came across a hell of a lot more vicious than I intended, but there was no way I would be standing in with Lucy half-naked and not get an erection that would put the Eiffel Tower toshame.
I muttered a curse beneath my breath, thankful for small blessings as I unbuttoned my shirt and shrugged the starched cotton off my body. In doing so, I suppressed the prodding discomfort that gnawed at my gut. The air conditioning kicked on, and with it, a gush of cold air danced over my bare shoulders. Every inch of my skin tightened and an uncomfortable laugh slipped through my tight lips as I walked toward the bed in slow, confidentstrides.
Lucy’s tongue darted out, swiping across her lips, leaving her mouth wet and parted. It was the reaction I lived for when stripping in front of a woman the first time. The first moments of seeing each other—the excitement, the exploration, and the realization that the person is even more than you thought they would be. It’s fucking incredible.Better than a hit ofcocaine.
“Ash,” Ben said, the hesitation in his voice barely noticeable. “I need you lying down. And for the first shot, Lucy, could you… um, be on top ofhim?”
Lucy nodded, her eyes meeting mine. Awareness tripped a switch in my chest, and I could hear every thrumming beat of her heart; feel every exhalation of breath she released as though I were breathing her into my own lungs. “You okay?” Iwhispered.
She nodded, but as she swallowed, I saw the lump travel down her neck. “I’mfine.”
I sat carefully on the bed and slid onto my back. With her arm outstretched, she reached across my torso climbing over me like a wildcat trying to cross a river without touching a drop of water. She sat up on her knees, vertical to myhorizontal.
“Um, Lucy…” Ben said, “I meant lying on top ofhim.”
“Of course you did,” she muttered. Then, falling over me, her palms landed on either side of my face. Her breasts hung between us as she dipped closer; despite the fabric of the sports bra, her tight nipples brushed against my chest. A groan flew past my lips before I could stop it and Lucy’s gaze jerked to mine.She lifted a brow. “That painful,huh?”
“Hardly,” Igrunted.
She ducked her face to hide her smirk, but I saw it all thesame.
“Ash, I need your hands on her hips,” Bensaid.
My touch was gentle, but my muscles were hard as a rock. Tensed and tight as I moved slowly and carefully, draping my palms over the bare skin at her waist. My fingers blanketed across the curve, nestling against it as though my hand was made to touch her body. As thoughIwas made to touch herbody.
A sharp breath tightened her pouty lips and expanded her chest, bringing those full breasts even closer to my mouth. My parched mouth. All it would take was a couple inches and the flick of my tongue to feel the outline of that nipple pressing against the binding of her sports bra. My fingers tightened against herhips.
"Are you okay?" Iasked.
She nodded, the movement jerky.She’slying.
"Are you sure?" I pressed. "Because you don’t have to do this. This is not part of your contract. This is not part of your job description." I slanted my eyes toward Ben, an instinct to protect rising from my gut, up my throat, in a line of burning fire. “And if Ben told you otherwise, thenhe—”
“No,” Lucy answered quickly, her head still shaking, but a more controlled movement than before. More assertive. She meant it this time. “He didn't force me to do this. I'm here because, like everyone else on set today, I want to stay onschedule.”
I studied her above me. For all of a moment, she stared into my eyes. But when that bit of fortitude melted, she shrank away from the eye contact; her gaze drifting to the corner of the bed; her fingers fidgeting with the rumpled sheets, wrinkled by the heavy weight of mybody.
Ben didn't force her to be here half-naked, tits suspended in my face like a carrot being dangled before a rabbit. But she also wasn't here of her own free will. That was forcertain.
"She and Kelly had the closest coloring to Marlena," Ben said. "Even though Kelly was too tall, we asked her first. She said she was too busy, so Lucy agreedinstead."
A smile twisted along Lucy lips for the briefest moment, and then in a flash it was gone. “Kelly's going to shit her pants when she realizes who the other stand-in was,” Lucywhispered.
“Or she's going to have you handling the dry-cleaning every day for the next three months,” Iresponded.
“She has me doing that anyway.” With Lucy's chuckle, her body bounced. Kneeling over me as she was, she relaxed, her silky thighs flanking either side of my hips. With her giggle, she sat back a little more. Her laugh morphed into a breathy gasp as her pussy pressed against my growingerection.
Gripping her hips tighter, I groaned and lowered my voice so Ben couldn’t hear me. “Legally, I’m supposed to remove myself from a situation like this if I get aroused.” I moved to situp.
Her hands on my shoulders squeezed tighter. “Don’t,” she said breathless. One word. Oneplea.
