Free Two Week Turnaround by Geneva Lee

take.”
    â€œI only need ten, but I’ll take twenty.” His Southern accent slipped over his tongue as he spoke and Spencer shook his head before releasing his friend.
    Fia had obviously gone back to her own hotel and found something to wear on set. A tight skirt that was long enough to be professional and short enough to show off her shapely calves. He could almost feel the silk of her stockings caressing his face. In a few minutes, he’d be making that a reality.
    â€œMr. Blue,” she greeted him coolly, but her eyes blazed as he approached her. The icy blue had melted entirely. She might be able to put on an act for everyone else, but she couldn’t fool him.
    â€œMs. King.” He returned the formal greeting, taking her elbow and steering her away from the action and into an unused part of the set.
    â€œI came,” she said huskily.
    â€œAnd you’re about to again,” he promised her, pushing her against a cement column. The empty parking garage had been the setting for a high-speed car chase a few days ago. They wouldn’t need it again, but it seemed like a shame to waste the space.
    â€œThis is a bad idea,” she warned him. “Anyone could see us.”
    â€œYou know how it works, Fia. They don’t need it anymore so they won’t even think to look for me here.”
    â€œThere’s no way I’ll let you be late to the director’s call. I am your publicist after all,” she reminded him.
    â€œDid you see that last take?” he asked her. Isaac clasped her wrists in one muscular hand and raised them over her head, pinning them to the cement. With his free hand, he began to unbutton her pristinely starched blouse. The only thing better than making love to Fia was watching her transform from the sexy, take-charge professional she’d become to the wild, passionate woman who had shared his bed. “I’ve never nailed something like that in one take. So your theory about focusing all my energy on one healthy distraction? I’d say that worked.”
    â€œI’m glad that my methods are helping you.” She tried to stifle a gasp as his rough fingers invaded her bra and freed her nipples.
    â€œAbout that,” he growled, bringing his lips close to her ear, “I’d prefer if we kept this method just between us. I’m not sure your other clients could handle it.”
    Fia’s eyes rolled back and she smiled. “Deal.”
    â€œAs long as we agree.” His teeth nipped her earlobe and this time there was no stopping her moan. Slipping his hand under the hem of her skirt, he hiked it up around her hips, pulling back in surprise when his fingers closed over her bare pussy.
    â€œI thought I’d save you some time,” she purred.
    His fingers explored the clasp of her garter belt. “Knowing you’re here without any panties on might actually be too much of a distraction.”
    â€œBetter get it out of your system,” she suggested with mock innocence as her fingers deftly undid the fly of his jeans.
    â€œMy thoughts exactly.” He groaned as her fingers closed over his stiff dick.
    â€œReady and willing, I see,” she teased.
    â€œAlways.” When the shooting finally wrapped on the film in a few weeks, he might have to find a way to raise more hell to keep her around keeping him in line. Or maybe he should find a therapist. He’d deal with his obvious compulsion issues later. Right now he needed to be inside her.
    In her heels, she was nearly his height, providing him the perfect entrance. He positioned himself, nudging into her wetness, and waited for her signal. Fia’s eyes closed and her teeth sank into her lower lip. He was go for launch.
    Pushing into her swollen opening, he pressed his forehead against hers. Their lips brushed, making subtle contact without actually kissing. He could hardly believe his luck. Here he was with Fia, the only girl he’d ever let