Free Playing the Part by Robin Covington

of her skirt to touch the silky skin of her inner thighs, her ass, and finally the smooth expanse of her belly along the edge of her thong.
    “What the fuck did you do to me?” he asked. He kissed the top of her cleavage, her heartbeat pounding against his lips, and his mouth watering with the expectation of tasting her nipple once again.
    “I-I—” Piper stammered, then shivered when he slipped a finger underneath her thong and grazed the thin line of hair. “I didn’t do anything.”
    She was so wet, so hot, he was having trouble concentrating himself.
    “Yes. You did. That was all you…okay, me and you.” He shushed her when she opened her mouth and kissed her again—a mix of tongue, lips, and teeth communicating need better than any script Hollywood ever created. Suddenly anxious to feel her, he gripped her hips, yanking her forward to the edge of the table.
    Piper slid her hands from his chest down to his crotch, where the pressure of her fingers against his fly and hard erection underneath caused him to suck in a huge gasp of air.
    “You’re crazy,” Piper breathed on a pant of air. “I had nothing to do with that amazing thing you did out there.”
    “It was you .” He couldn’t believe what he was thinking. This was crazy. Actors were a superstitious lot, and he was taught old-school style by people who looked for any change or nuance in their existence to feed their craft. In his gut he knew this change was due to Piper—not that it signaled a real connection or emotion—but being with her had tapped into his creative psyche. And his psyche was apparently in direct communication with his dick. “Didn’t you feel it? The crazy buzz?”
    “I…” She looked upward, her eyes rolling. “I wrote a little…after you left last night.”
    “After you made me leave.”
    “You were happy to go.”
    He ignored her.
    “Were they any good? Your pages?” He knew the answer before she answered. The flush deepening across the creamy expanse of her lush breasts and the smug smile tugging at her lips told him all he needed to know.
    “Yes. They were good.” Piper smiled full-on, her head shaking in disbelief. “But that didn’t have anything to do with us.”
    “Maybe. Maybe not.” Mick leaned in, licking the seam of her lips until she opened to him on a moan. He rocked against her, smiling to himself when the kiss ended on another moan from her. “You don’t want to jinx something like this. We need to do it again. Just to be sure.”
    “I think we are. If you didn’t realize that, then I must be doing this wrong.” She laughed, giving his erection a firm stroke through the denim before working on his zipper.
    And then suddenly the trailer door flew open.
    Lewis burst into the space, the door slamming behind him as he stopped in his tracks, gaze raking over the sight before him: Piper on the counter with her dress hitched up around her thighs, Mick with his jeans halfway undone, and both bearing all the earmarks of the soon-to-be-fucked.
    “Mick, I need to talk to you,” Lewis drawled, his gaze lingering on Piper and assessing her with a perverse criticism that made Mick’s blood boil and his fists clench.
    Releasing her from his embrace, Mick stepped in front of Piper, giving her time to fix her appearance while he refastened his jeans. “Lewis, did you ever think of knocking?”
    “I didn’t know you had company. Although knowing you, I should have assumed as much.”
    “Feel free to get out.” Mick glanced behind him, saw that Piper’s clothes were back in order. He walked the two paces to stand nose-to-nose with his manager. “What is so important that you just come in here unannounced?”
    “Stop ignoring my calls and I wouldn’t have to track you down. I came on set just in time to see what you did in there—along with a couple of reporters, who couldn’t wait to blab about how awesome you are.” Lewis paused, glancing at his smartphone before continuing. “The same