Free Two Week Turnaround by Geneva Lee Page A

slip away, pinned against a column.
    â€œI’m not coming without you,” he warned her. “So, princess, if you want me back on that set...”
    He let the thought trail away as he felt her pelvic muscles tightening around his dick. “Fuckkkk,” he groaned and immediately increased his pace.
    Fia’s lips crushed against his, closing the nebulous space between them, and he thrust his tongue inside her mouth. He felt possessive of her. It wasn’t enough to have his dick inside her. He wanted to fill her—consume her—like she’d done to him. Fia sucked his tongue hungrily in response as if she knew what he was thinking.
    She tightened around him and erupted in a series of cries and whimpers that made it impossible for him to hold out any longer. He lost himself to her, grinding himself into her as he held her mouth captive. When they finally broke apart they were both panting and sweaty.
    â€œSo much for resting between takes,” he said, gulping for air. He lowered Fia to the floor and smoothed her skirt back down.
    Fia frowned as she began rebuttoning her blouse, her eyebrows knitting together in an adorable expression of concern. “I didn’t know you were supposed to be resting.”
    Isaac finished pulling up his pants before hooking an arm around her and drawing her body back against his. He couldn’t resist kissing her, which effectively destroyed her attempt at coddling him.
    Behind Isaac, someone cleared their throat and they froze, still half-dressed. Fia’s gaze locked with his and then very carefully she lifted her head to peek over his shoulder. Her eyes widened and Isaac braced himself.
    â€œAnd cut,” Arnold Maxx’s gruff voice called dryly.
    * * *
    Isaac extricated himself from her as gracefully as he could. For a guy considered to be the ultimate man’s man, he looked a little spooked. Of course, no man wanted to get caught with his boss’s daughter. But it wasn’t like Sofia and her father had a normal relationship
    At least he had the good grace to give them a moment to finish adjusting skirts and pants and shirts.
    Sofia shot Isaac a reassuring smile and then moved to give her father a hug.
    â€œSorry to...interrupt,” Maxx apologized. “I was in a meeting over at Studio 6 and thought I should stop by the set. No one was sure where you’d disappeared to, Isaac. You’re lucky I didn’t bring a search party along with me.”
    â€œArnold...I...” Isaac couldn’t seem to find words, which was a rare occurrence for him. Usually, he was full of them.
    â€œI figured that was your ass on the cover of half the daily rags.” He studied his daughter as though appraising the situation. Next to him Isaac’s gaze shifted from Sofia to her father as if he was doing the same thing. He looked a little more confused, though.
    There was no point in giving him an excuse. Later she would level with him and explain the situation. Her father had known about her past with Isaac when he sent her on this case. She’d given him fair warning that the situation might prove unpredictable, although even she hadn’t seen this outcome.
    â€œWill you excuse my daughter and me?” Maxx asked politely.
    â€œSure,” Isaac agreed, clearly still trying to wrap his head around what had just happened. “Are you sure you don’t want to...I don’t know, punch me?”
    Arnold’s forehead wrinkled, revealing that it was time for a trip to the Beverly Hills spa he frequented. “Why?”
    â€œBecause I...” Isaac hesitated and looked at Sofia.
    â€œSend your speech coach a present,” Maxx advised him, “because sometimes I forget you’re from the South and then you remind me.”
    â€œOkay!” Sofia stepped between them before her father could shock Isaac to death. “I’ll see you later.” She brushed a kiss across Isaac’s lips, stepping back