Page 17 of Hollywood Humbug (The Naughty List)

“No. I don’t want to, but also…I’m gonna need a minute.” That’s when I realized I could feel his thick, long shaft pressing into my hip.

“Oh.” I pressed my lips together, but I couldn’t stop my shoulders from shaking.

He raised his head and pouted. “Are you seriously laughing at me right now, red?”

I glared at him for using that stupid nickname, but I couldn’t help it, and after a second, burst into laughter. When I heard the director call my name, I remembered where we were and quickly sobered.Oops.

Grimacing, I turned my head toward the director and squeaked, “Yeah?”

Kane sighed and stood up straight, then turned my back to his front and shifted me so I was blocking any view of his…very impressive hard-on.Just saying.

“Sorry, Luca,” he muttered. “I promise to stick to the script this time. Take two?”

To my shock and—I couldn’t decide if I was horrified or amused—he shook his head, his eyes on a clipboard as he signed something.

“No. That’s a wrap for this scene. We’ll pick up on the twenty-seventh for close up shots and some transitions with your doubles.” Then he turned to one of his assistants, already moving on to the next thing on his agenda.

I glanced up at Kane to see him also staring at the director with a stunned expression.

“He’s keeping that in the movie?” I hissed.

After a moment, Kane seemed to break out of his trance and roared with laughter.

I couldn’t help but see the hilarity in the situation, and I found myself laughing so hard that tears streamed down my cheeks. Even though the dialogue between us felt real, and would need to be revisited, breaking up the heavy with the lighthearted was very cleansing. But as I calmed down, I wondered if Kane’s solution would be enough to heal the rift between us. And I was reeling from what he’d said right before he kissed me. Had he meant it? Or was he just adding something for effect in the movie scene? Before I was forced to deal with this situation, I needed to think. “I’m going to head home. We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?” I murmured, giving him a soft smile, so he knew I wasn’t dismissing what had just happened.

“I don’t think so,” he muttered. The next thing I knew, I was tossed over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold before Kane marched off set.

“Hey! Put me down!” I snapped.

“Not happening.”

I tried reasoning next. “Wardrobe is going to kick our asses if we leave in these clothes.”

“Don’t care.”

“Help!” I shouted. When my plea only resulted in a few chuckles and the rest of the people ignoring what was happening, I yelled, “This is kidnapping!”

There was more laughter, and a few Merry Christmases, but no one made a move to help. “I hope you all get coal in your stocking!” I shouted. We exited the building into the morning sunshine and headed who the fuck knew where. I was facing backward, after all.

I glanced down and smirked.Not a terrible view.

Nine

KANE

Once we were outside, Scarlett settled down, probably accepting that squirming and squalling for help wouldn’t do her any good.

I went straight to my trailer and stomped up the steps before flinging the door open. Sheldon, my PA, was sitting at the small table in the kitchenette, typing on his computer. “Out,” I grunted as I carried Scarlett inside.

Sheldon shut his computer and hopped up, then skedaddled right out.

“That was rude,” Scarlett huffed.

I flipped her over into my arms and gently set her on the couch. “Like walking away from a serious discussion before it’s finished?” Her cheeks heated, and I lost my focus for a second. Scarlett was one of the most confident women I’d ever met. I could count on one hand the times I’d seen her blush. And fuck, was it sexy. Especially when I knew that pretty pink would spread down her whole body when she was in the throes of passion.

There would be plenty of time for that later. I needed to get my head on straight, so I thought about anything that would make my dick limp and softened it enough for me to put my mind somewhere other than what it was going to feel like to slide inside Scarlett’s pussy.

For fuck’s sake, Remington. Stop thinking with the wrong head.

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