I decide the best thing to do is keep my cool and stay silent until I know what’s what. I raise an eyebrow, urging him to elaborate.
“There’s a million things that don’t make sense right now, a million unknowns in my life,” Jason says, running a hand through his hair, “but you’re the one thing I know for a fact that I want.”
I let out a shaky breath. So much for keeping my cool.
“Am I scaring you?” Jason tenderly grasps my face in his large hands. I smile, my cheeks bunching up in his palms.
“No. I just…” he searches my eyes, eager to know what I’m thinking. “I thought I was going crazy because, after being with you, I honestly felt like we’d been together forever. Like I’ve known you my whole life. Which is crazy, I know, but then you disappeared.”
Jason presses his lips together in a silent curse. “I know, and I’m sorry. I overthink, and I just couldn’t figure out what was supposed to come next in my life. But after last week, after…” he looks away, and we both silently replay our passionate time together. “When you showed me how you feel about me, when I finally got a taste of what it’s like to be with you, I realized you’re the thing I’ve been missing. I want you in my life, Rachel, and I can’t focus on anything else until I know you’re mine.”
“I…” I bite my lip, engulfed by the emotions coursing through me. It’s like Jason stole the words from my head, yet I can’t help but feel like it’s all too good to be true. I mean, this is crazy, isn’t it?
But as I stare into Jason’s searching green eyes, the dare-I-say love within them as he looks down into mine is palpable. A shiver runs over the pearls of my spine, excitement growing in my stomach.
Sure, this is crazy, but so what? Isn’t the L-word notorious for making people crazy? I want Jason just as badly as he wants me, and it’s more than just lust. He makes me feel loved, safe, secure. Though it’s entirely illogical and totally out of the blue, it feels right.
I stare up at him, his green eyes silently pleading to be with me, and give him the answer we’ve both been looking for.
“I want you, too, Jason.”
His muscled shoulders relax, and he bends forward, touching his forehead to mine. “I’m so relieved you feel the same way.”
He pulls back and smiles at me, crinkling the corners of his eyes.
Happiness swells inside me. I bite my lip, a total prisoner to his handsomeness.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“You’re just so damn sexy.”
He grins at that, wrapping his big arms around me, pulling me close. I melt into his embrace. Just when I think to myself that I could stay lost in his warmth for an eternity, Jason bends down and kisses me feverishly.
His lips are soft and sweet yet searing hot and impatient. The moment his lips touch mine, an electrifying energy surges through my body. This kiss feels just as passionate as all the ones before, but somehow deeper as if neither of us wants to waste any more time apart.
Hell, none of this makes sense, but it doesn’t matter.
I pull Jason close, letting his fortitude and the feeling of trust overwhelm me. I tug at his shirt in an attempt to pull it over his head, but he’s so much taller than me I’m like a damn toddler reaching for a sippy cup. He pulls his shirt the rest of the way off, and I eagerly run my hands over his chiseled chest, his bulky abs.
“Turn around,” he says with a deep, coarse voice. The lust in his eyes has me dripping wet for him. I do as he says, no hesitation, entirely trusting him with my body, and watch his reflection in the mirror as he grabs me by the waist and has his way with me.
Chapter Five
Jason
Rachel turns around, and I can’t help but let out a groan as I pull her sexy dress up to her hips, revealing the cutest pink lace panties. She’s mine, and I’m hers, and it feels so fucking right. I’m a hundred times lighter, and even though it’s a mystery what the future holds, just being with Rachel makes it all seem not only manageable but exciting.
Rachel flashes me a beautiful grin through the mirror that stops my heart. She’s gorgeous, and her makeup highlights her features in the most expert manner. I wonder what her makeup look is called today. It’s so fucking adorable how she goes all out and wears the matching outfit and everything. I became as hard as a fucking rock the moment I saw her.
I run my hands down her back, along the inner edge of her lacy underwear. It pleases me to see her close her eyes in the reflection of the mirror. She loves the way I’m touching her, almost as much as I love watching her enjoy it.
I slip the edges of her lace underwear down her hips, and the delicate material silently falls to the floor. Her wavy blonde locks fall halfway down her back, and I let their scent intoxicate me.
“What is that? Strawberry?” I ask.
“It’s my miracle shampoo,” she says with a smile. I smirk, staring into her eyes through the mirror as I bend down to kiss her neck. She holds my gaze as I lower my hands between her legs.
She’s so wet, so ready for me. I slip my fingers inside her effortlessly. She lets out a moan that enlarges my cock even more. Goddamn, she’s so sweet. I pump my fingers in and out, stroke her clit, watch as her eyes roll back, and she arches her body toward mine.
“You like that, baby?” I whisper.
“Fuck yeah,” she says. I’ve never heard her curse before. For some reason, it really turns me on, ramping up the heat inside me to boiling. I can’t wait any longer. I unzip my pants. The sound lights Rachel’s eyes on fire. She starts to turn around, but I stop her.
“I want to watch you from behind, baby.” She flashes me a sexy grin.
“Oh yeah?” she goads, then she bends forward, giving me even better access to her hot, wet center. I pull my pants down, grab her hips, and submerge myself inside her sweet core.
Rachel’s lips part, and her knees immediately tremble. I pulse into her, thrusting her against the sink. She grips the edge of the faux marble counter tighter as uncontrollable moans escape her mouth.
“You feel so good,” I say.
“Unh,” is all she can let out. She stares me down in the mirror as best she can, her eyes glazing over as waves of ecstasy take over her body. She reaches behind her and pulls me closer.
“I want to feel your body on mine,” she pants. The need to please her sends a fierce purpose coursing through my veins. I pull her toward me by her breasts, so my chest is right up against her back. Rachel shudders as I thrust into her with a newfound force, a crescendo slowly building inside me.
“Mmmhm,” she nods, breathing heavily. I pull out and spin her around, knocking makeup and vials and all sorts of girly goodies to the floor with a clatter.
Rachel doesn’t even register the raucous. I prop her on the edge of the counter, pull her closer to me, and thrust myself into her. The whole time I’m staring into her eyes.
“Oh, Jason,” she breathes. She pulls me close and kisses me with a passionate heat, as if this moment could end any minute, and she wants to savor every second.
I pull her tight dress down, freeing her braless breasts so I can massage her erect nipples. Every move I make draws deep sighs and moans from her lips between feverish kisses.
We spend what feels like hours in that position, me completely losing myself inside her, Rachel’s arms wrapped around me, legs pulling me as close as I can get to her, until finally, she climaxes in a fit of pants and wails, with me not too far behind.
Rachel lets her head fall onto my shoulder. We’re both breathing heavily. After a few moments, she lifts her head and looks me in the eyes. In a teasing exasperated tone, she says, “Fuck me,” with a grin.
I chuckle, reaching for her underwear on the floor. “Oh, I could. But I won’t.”
“No?” She sounds somewhat disappointed.
“No.” I drop the lace in her hand and start fastening my pants. “First, I want to take you out and hear more about your beauty business.” I give her a wink. “And then, after we’r
e done, I want to fuck you someplace that’s not this bathroom.”
We both laugh at that. “Sounds like a plan.” Rachel pulls her dress back on, squeezing her breasts into place, and reaches for her phone in the sink.
“Holy shit,” she whispers.
I’m by her side in half a second. “What’s wrong?”
She turns toward me, beet red, and says, “I accidentally recorded the whole thing.”
“No fucking way.” I’ve never had sex on camera before. But I have to admit, the idea of reliving that passionate exchange is insanely erotic. “Let me see.”
Rachel holds the phone so we can both see the screen, and then replays the end of her makeup video. Sure enough, the camera continues recording as it falls into the sink, capturing everything. It’s an odd angle, for sure, but the moans and the grunts and the hot-as-hell sounds of us fucking get my blood pumping and my dick hard all over again.
We watch until the video ends, silently breathing heavily afterward. Rachel eyes me from the side, and with the most mischievous grin I’ve ever seen, she says, “I don’t know if I can wait until after we go out.”
“Thank God, ‘cuz neither can I.”
She rips her clothes off, and I do the same. We fuck each other with so much passion, lust, and love that I can’t imagine not being with Rachel. I’m so lost in this moment with my girl that I completely forget we’re still in the same damn bathroom.
Film School Series
Books 1 - 3
The following short stories are sexy romances that take place at the Tempt University film school. If you love sexy nerds and steamy sweet sex scenes, you’ll love this collection.
♥ HOT SET ♥
Gavin Corrette is the best acting student at Tempt University, but one kissing scene with Grace has him forgetting how to breathe, let alone his lines. Luckily for him, she’s all for rehearsing, especially when they’re expected to deliver a climax worthy of the big screen.
If you love alpha men, actors, and Hollywood (oh my!), you’re sure to love this passionate, wild ride that blurs the line between reality and make-believe.
♥ LIGHTS, CAMERA, ATTRACTION ♥
Luca is the burly, bearded jock of the film world—a cinematographer who sees beauty to be captured everywhere, especially in Sasha.
And with a vivid imagination and talent for days, Sasha knows exactly how to help him set a scene. But in her opinion, Luca belongs in front of the camera, not behind it.
♥ BACK ROW SHOW ♥
Lila Burdock knows what she wants, and she’s not going to stop until she gets it. Sweet, nerdy Joe is in for a wild ride when he finds out it’s him.
Hot Set
Hot Set is a fake relationship fling between a handsome actor hero and an innocent actress heroine. It is the first in the Film School series and can be read as a standalone.
Grace
As the lead actress in a highly anticipated student film, I should be able to ace a kissing scene with a cute guy.
The problem is, I’ve never been kissed, and the cute guy has been my crush since freshman year.
When said crush finds me avoiding our scene by hiding in my dressing room, I fear I’ve lost my only chance to impress him.
As it turns out, handsome Gavin is more than happy to offer me a few stellar kissing tips.
But as I lose myself in my character, our rehearsal quickly turns steamy for real.
Is our passionate kiss between Grace and Gavin, or the roles we’re playing?
Gavin
Grace is the most talented, beautiful actress I’ve ever laid eyes on.
I’m stoked to be co-starring in this film with her, and I thought she was, too.
Until she disappears when it’s time to film the best scene yet—our kissing scene.
She never backs away from a challenge, so something must be up.
When I learn the real reason why she’s avoiding me, I’m pretty confident a simple rehearsal can fix things.
But as it turns out, our fake kiss feels like much more than a script to me.
Is it real for Grace, too, or is this taking “method acting” a little too far?
If you love sweet romance with scorching sex scenes, you’re sure to love this passionate, wild short college romance that blurs the line between reality and make-believe.
This story takes place at Tempt University, where academic tensions run high, and everyone is overdue for a sizzling, lust-fueled fling to get back on track (even the professors). Welcome to Tempt University!
Chapter One
Grace
It’s a beautiful summer’s day out on the country club golf course, the perfect location for the love scene I’m about to star in with my handsome co-star, Gavin Corrette. I should be out there surrounded by fellow creatives and living it up in the spotlight on set, but I can’t bring myself to face any of the crew members. Not after that epic mental breakdown I just had in front of all of them.
I glance out the window again, trying to regain control over my erratic breathing. The sight of the rest of the crew sitting around waiting for me to get my shit together only adds to the stress exploding inside me. Shit.
Shit, shit, shit!
I turn from the window and stare at my reflection in the women’s locker room mirror. I’m supposed to be Veronica Miles, the sassy, boss-ass-bitch heroine of this film, clad in a tight, sexy leather dress with my short blonde hair done up in beautiful curls. Though the clothes fit (rather tightly, might I add), I am so far from boss-ass-bitch that it’s not even funny. My blue eyes are filled to the brim with tears, causing my reflection to waver along with my confidence. As much as I’d love to be as cool as Veronica, I’m just Gracie Campbell, the sweet, shy, actress who only lets loose when she plays someone else on screen.
I blink once, sending tears spilling down my cheeks. Damn it! It took my makeup artist an hour to get my face looking effortlessly beautiful!
I grab a tissue from the counter littered with makeup pallets, hair products, and curling irons and wipe away the tears, mentally wishing I could crawl into a hole and forget my stresses. It’s okay, I keep telling myself. Really. It’s just a kissing scene—no big deal.
But it’s a big fucking deal. The moment the cinematographer starts rolling that damn camera, my heart will stop at the sight of Gavin Corrette, AKA Eric Seville, Veronica’s sexy love interest. I’m expected to deliver a kiss so hot and passionate that the audience will be on the edge of their seats until the real steamy showstopper at the climax of the film. No pun intended.
It seemed like a fabulous role to take on when I first discovered the script. Who wouldn’t want to play someone as amazing as Veronica? And when I found out I was cast alongside Gavin freaking Corrette, it was like all my dreams were coming true. I signed on before I could think twice about any of it. And there was nothing to think twice about, until the director did a rewrite and handed me the new script, revealing not only a sweet peck turned to a French kiss, but a fucking sex scene as the climax of the film! I lost my mind in front of everyone this morning when I got the news and stormed off like a spoiled Hollywood star.
At least now I know I’d fit in with the professionals.
But the truth is that even the temperamental Hollywood professionals know what they’re doing. Professional actors would know how to deliver a convincing kiss even if they’d never kissed anyone in real life. Yes, that’s right. I’m a twenty-two-year-old college student, and I’ve never been kissed. And as soon as I’m back on set and the director yells, “Action!” everyone’s going to know it.
My heart rake spikes again at the thought of screwing up my big scene. I’ve dreamed of kissing Gavin so many times, but none of those dreams featured a crew of fifty people silently watching and judging! Now that it’s my job to kiss him, I feel sick in the stomach when I should be bursting at the seams with excitement.
This is so not like me! I’m not a complainer. I’m a doer. A go-getter. A confident actress! I need a major me
ntality shift, stat.
I straighten my shoulders and stare myself down in the mirror, rapidly forming a new perspective in my head. I clear my throat and say, straight to my face, “I’m so glad I get to accomplish this milestone of a scene with Gavin Corrette.” Hmm, I actually feel much better thinking of it that way. With Gavin as my scene partner, the best screen acting student at Tempt University, and a crew of master’s filmmakers, there’s basically no way this movie won’t make it into festivals worldwide. I’ll be that much closer to my dream of becoming a big-screen, full-time actress. Plus, once I get the kissing over with, I get to simulate sex with Gavin Corette.
Oh, and there we go again. The anxious stomach butterflies are back. It’s time to get my shit together. I take a deep, slow breath and hold it for three seconds before I let out all my doubtful thoughts. When I stare myself down in the mirror this time, I try to convince myself to forget about my emotions and realize that this is just business. Focus on one scene at a time—first, the kiss, and then the sex. A set of goosebumps spreads from my neck to my toes at the reminder of a sex scene with Gavin. No! Focus, Grace.
“You call yourself an actress,” I say to my reflection. “Well, act like it, damn it!” So what if I’ve never kissed anyone? I can sure as hell act like I have. I glance around the messy countertop in front of me in search of something to practice with. But hot curling irons and lipstick tubes aren’t exactly ideal. With no other options, I raise my fist, a crazy idea formulating in my stressed-out brain.
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