Nailed

by Christine d'Abo

  Chapter Four

  We’re waiting on the delivery of cement board for the reconstruction of the fireplace in the new entertainment area. Mark had an appendix attack yesterday, which means a delay in sound production for the third episode. I’ve made mention of this to Carl re: the timetable adjustment. Cast note: Sophia and Fynn have really started to click together on camera. Not sure what’s going on between them, but the chemistry is fantastic now. Should ask Sophia about it, but I’ve been keeping my distance when possible. I think that’s for the best.

  —Impact Load Production Notes, Brian Merrick, Director

  The rest of the demolition went smoothly and we were finally to the point where I could put some of my design ideas into practice. Matt started egging me on to pick up the hammer and get my hands dirty. Claimed all the good designers were hands-on. So I found myself in a hard hat and safety goggles beating the crap out of a bunch of nails. I’d like to say I was a natural, but that would be a bald-faced lie. That said, I needed the physical distraction that construction gave me, something that would stop my body from reacting to Fynn every time he walked past me.

  Or else I needed to find more time to masturbate.

  Currently I was removing smashed concrete chunks from the floor so the plumber could start laying the new PVC pipe for the main floor bathroom. The concrete was heavy, straining my arms as I carried it over to the mostly full wheelbarrow. It landed with a thunk that echoed in the empty room, taking up the last of the space.

  The wheelbarrow creaked, along with my back as I lifted the handles and slowly pushed it into the hallway. I’d manage a few feet before having to stop. It took far longer than it should have, but I eventually made it out to the backyard where the rented garbage units were. There was no way I’d be able to dump this without breaking myself, so I left it for one of the others in the morning. I pulled off my gloves and goggles and stretched my back. My spine cracked several vertebrae at a time reliving some of the tension.

  “Time to call it a day.” I only talked to myself when I was tired. My mom always made fun of me for that.

  I turned around and abruptly stopped. Fynn was leaning against the open doorjamb.

  “What are you doing?” He was scowling at me, which means I was probably doing something I wasn’t supposed to. “I thought you’d left ages ago along with everyone else.”

  We’d been doing this odd dance of step close, step away ever since he’d dropped me off at my place. That was two days ago and it was growing harder to maintain my professional detachment while constantly being bombarded with Fynn’s presence. Even worse, my dreams had upped the ante when it came to him. Last night I’d woken up, sheets clinging to my sweat-soaked body, fleeting images of my fantasy of him using his work belt to tie me to a support beam fresh in my mind.

  My gaze dropped to his waist...and yup, he had it on. Fuck.

  I cleared my throat as I tucked my work gloves in the band of my jeans. “I did leave for a meeting with Karen, the director of Trinity House. But then I came back. There was still too much to do, so I put on my gloves and got to work.”

  He made a noncommittal humming sound. “Well, you better head out. I don’t want you getting hurt out here alone.”

  Okay, I totally got that he was being a responsible foreman and that, no, I shouldn’t be working alone. Despite us being equals on the show, at the end of the day Fynn was the one who made sure the site was safe and secure. But come on, I wasn’t a complete idiot. I’d even made sure to put on my steel-toed boots.

  “I still have things to do at my desk. I’ll head out after that.” I didn’t wait for him to say anything else and pushed my way past him. I held my breath so I wouldn’t get a whiff of his aftershave—my libido couldn’t handle that tonight.

  I was instantly aware of him trailing along behind me. It seemed more often, when we were alone, his demeanor would change. Little things—getting me a cup of coffee—leading to not so little things—walking out to the lunch truck with me—leading to me fantasizing about Fynn walking around the site naked. It was becoming a twisted game that would to lead to my imminent doom.

  I plopped myself down behind my desk and did my best to ignore Fynn’s annoyed expression. Though I grabbed the updated work schedule, I couldn’t tell you what was written there. My entire awareness was locked on to every inch of Fynn’s tall body, wondering what the hell he would do.

  “That can wait.” I still got shivers every time he lowered his voice and it took on that authoritative tone. Most of his comments through the day were orders to do this, that or the other thing. I don’t know what it says about me sexually that those orders turned me on, that it made my pussy wet when I thought about what it would be like to have Fynn take over in the bedroom.

  It was best not to think about those things. We had a job to do, one that was turning out to be far harder than I’d anticipated. So I pushed all those feelings into a tiny little box in the back of my brain, and promised myself I’d examine them at a much later time. “Actually, it really can’t.”

  “Let me see.” Fynn moved in directly behind me, leaning over my shoulder to brace his hand on the desk.

  Fuck, this was even worse than the night I’d fallen. My nipples hardened and my breathing shallowed so I wouldn’t get drunk on the rich smell of him. His bare forearm pressed against me so I felt the flex of muscles moving against me as he adjusted his body.

  “Look,” he shifted lower, “the schedule is set and has been approved. Your updated design plans are here and look as though they match the shooting plan. What’s left? Budget?”

  It was too much. All of this. He might think he was keeping me safe for some weird reason, but he wasn’t. Instead I was horny and frustrated, unable to concentrate on my job. This shit was a huge deal to me, so I needed to get my act in gear. That meant ignoring the way Fynn’s body had me panting.

  “Can you back up?” I drove my shoulder into his chest. “I know what I need to do and when I need to do it by. Tamara is already keeping me in line.”

  “She does that a lot.” He stiffened his body against my assault, but didn’t pull back. Instead, he leaned in closer, his lips now brushing the top of my ear. “You need people to keep you in line?”

  I growled and somehow pushed away from him. Getting to my feet I turned and shoved my finger in his face. I was tired, horny and didn’t need his bullshit. “I don’t need anyone to do anything for me. I’ve done pretty well on my own to this point.”

  “I guess you have.” Dammit, he was smirking at me.

  “And you don’t know me so you don’t have any right to say something like that.” I shoved at his shoulder and was only slightly surprised when he didn’t move.

  “We got off on the wrong foot. I’ve been trying to be nice.” His gaze slipped to my lips. The tip of his tongue peeked out momentarily before it disappeared once more.

  “I don’t need you to be nice.” I needed to fuck him senseless. I shoved him again for good measure.

  “I don’t have to be. I can be an asshole if you want, but that’s not normally my way of doing things. I’d rather seduce you than badger you.”

  “Well, you’ve been badgering me since day one.” Shove. “The way you’ve been staring at me. Warning me off one moment only to be checking me out the next.”

  When I tried to push his arm again, Fynn caught me by the hand and spun me around so my back was against the wall. The air left my lungs with a soft gasp, causing me to suck in a full breath of Fynn. God, he had the most amazing smell. Swallowing, I forced myself to look him in the eyes. “What the hell are you doing?”

  “I wanted you to stop shoving me.” His gaze slipped down to my mouth once again. There was a pause in his breathing, before it resumed its even pace. “You’re the most frustrating woman....”

  I wasn’t certain what was harder, the wall at my back or Fynn’s cock pressed against my thigh. He was nothing but an endless plane of muscles and hot skin. Without thinking, I reac
hed up and placed my hand against the side of his neck. His heart beat rapidly beneath my touch.

  This was such a bad idea. There was enough unresolved sexual tension between us on the set already that we didn’t need to add another level. Though the attraction was obviously mutual and if we didn’t have sex right the hell now I was certain one of us would explode.

  Fynn took my hand off his neck and pressed it to the wall above my head. He was so large, he could have done anything to me, and yet I knew he would stop if I said to.

  Which I didn’t.

  No sirree, Bob.

  “You’ve been driving me crazy.” He lowered his mouth so it was only a few inches above my lips. “You and your perkiness. Smiling at everyone, flirting with my crew so that half of them are in love with you.”

  His breath washed across my face, causing goose bumps to rise. I should have had some sort of witty remark ready to go, something that Matt would cry if he heard it and didn’t have his camera close by. If nothing else, I should probably stop him from leaning in and kissing me. We were coworkers, costars, and a sexual relationship would only end up spelling bad news for both of us.

  Instead I curled my fingers around his hand that held mine and squeezed. “If you don’t kiss me I’m going to knee you in the nuts.”

  My eyes closed the moment his lips slid across mine. There was nothing gentle in the kiss, no soft seductions. Fynn took what he wanted, his tongue seeking out mine as he pressed against me. He slid his hand beneath my shirt, rough calluses pulling at my skin as he cupped my waist and toyed with the edge of my jeans.

  I totally ignored my internal voice screaming at me, and wrapped my free arm around his neck. Being shorter than Fynn forced me to stretch up and press fully against his chest.

  The kissing grew more intense with each passing moment. I lifted my leg and hooked it around the back of his thigh, opening my body up to him. My pussy was soaked, the fabric pulling hard against my swollen clit. If I bucked my hips just the right way, I knew I’d be able to get myself off without him even touching me.

  “Stop that,” he said as he nipped on my bottom lip.

  “But I want to.” Two could play at that game. I leaned in and nipped at his collarbone. “More.”

  “Pushy little...”

  A loud squeal escaped me when Fynn grabbed me by the waist and carried me over to the kitchen counter. We’d decided to leave this room for the time being for the crew to use and let me tell you, I couldn’t have been happier about it just then. He set me down with little ceremony, grabbed the hem of my T-shirt and looked me straight in the eyes.

  “Stop me now if you’re going to.”

  Fuck that. I lifted my arms and grinned. “Naked.”

  I think my shirt ended up somewhere on the floor behind us. Not wanting to be left out of the fun, I mirrored his actions and pulled his shirt off, bunched it up and threw it away. Oh, now there was a beautiful sight—a body firmed from years of hard work, tanned and taut with just the right amount of chest hair. I loved hair on a man, the way it felt beneath my fingers as I’d scratch my nails across his skin.

  Fynn gave me no time to mentally wax poetic about his chest, instead jerking me to the edge of the counter so he could pull open the front of my jeans. “You’ve been driving me crazy since I laid eyes on you that first day. And then you had to go and prove me wrong and...fuck you’re gorgeous.”

  “Condom.” I lifted myself up so he could pull my panties down along with my jeans. They got stuck on my boots, causing a delay in our mutual nakedness. “Tell me you have one.”

  He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a foil packet with one hand as he yanked my boot off with the other. “I only need your one leg free.”

  “Oh good. Can I touch your cock now? Please? In fact, give me that.” I snatched the packet from his hand.

  Using my teeth, I tore open the foil as Fynn turned, yanked and pushed at his jeans. Faster than the snap of a chalk line, I was treated to the sight of his rather impressive cock. “Oh my.”

  Firm fingers were around my chin, forcing my gaze upward. No, no, no, back down to the pretty. “Sophia.”

  He said my name with such authority I nearly came. “Huh?”

  “I don’t normally do this. Have sex with colleagues on a work site. I need to know you’re okay with this.”

  Dammit, he was hot and noble. “I haven’t been with a man in over a year. We’ve been so busy getting this project started I don’t have time to buy new batteries for my vibrator so I can get myself off. I promise you, I don’t mind in the least. Now please, I’m begging you, take charge and fuck me.”

  I didn’t wait for him to say anything else and slid the condom down his cock. His shaft was hot and twitched beneath my fingertips as I sheathed him in the latex. I’m fairly certain that was the last coherent thought I had.

  Large hands grabbed my hips and held me firmly on the edge of the counter. The teasing press of his cock against my pussy was all the foreplay he managed before he slammed into me with one firm thrust. I cried out, even as I wrapped my legs around his waist and repositioned myself to give him a better angle. My bra pulled between us as he thrust in long even strokes. I really wanted to feel my skin against his with no barriers. Fynn must have as well, because the next thing I knew he yanked my bra up and lowered his face to suck my nipple.

  “Fuck,” I moaned and let my head fall backward. The motion arched my back and thrust my breast deeper into his mouth. “Close.”

  The assault of his tongue against my nipple, mixed with the steady slamming of his body against my clit, brought my orgasm dangerously to the forefront. Shit, it had been way too long since I’d come, too long without feeling a man’s arms wrapped around me nice and tight. That I was doing this with Fynn, making my fantasies becoming a wonderful reality, was simply stellar.

  He shifted once more and pressed his face to my throat, nipping and sucking at my skin. He was saying something, though my brain was incapable of making out the words. It wasn’t until he pulled back and looked straight into my eyes that I clued in to what he’d been chanting.

  So. Fucking. Beautiful.

  “Your pussy is soaked, clit hard. I want to fucking hear you scream.”

  This wasn’t making love. Hell, I wasn’t certain I would even call it sex. No, this was something far more primal than I’d experienced before. Seeing that look of possessive intensity was the nudge I needed. My eyes squeezed shut and I bucked my hips one final time before my orgasm ran through me.

  Fynn pounded even harder than before, forcing the waves of pleasure to last far longer than I’d ever experienced before. He didn’t let up, lowering his face once more to my breast. I could only hold on for the rest of the ride, my senses consumed by everything Fynn. When his hips began to stutter and the muscles in his shoulders and arms shook, I knew the end was near. Licking my fingers, I pressed them between our bodies and milked my clit for one more greedy release.

  “You make me hot,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m going to come again. I never do that. Fuck!”

  If Fynn heard me, I couldn’t tell. My cries were drowned out by his roar as he came. His fingers dug hard into my hips, strangely increasing the intensity of my second orgasm. Pain and pleasure mingled together in such a way I couldn’t tell which was which—didn’t rightly care.

  Our bodies slowly came to a stop, leaving us panting and sweaty, wrapped together. The last thing I wanted to do was move, but my ass had started to go numb and I realized there was something sharp poking into my back.

  Fynn stepped back, holding the condom in place. “I have some hand wipes in the other room. Give me a second and I’ll get them.”

  Now that we’d fucked through the unresolved part of our sexual awareness, I didn’t quite know what to do with myself. “Okay. I’ll be here.” Because where else was I going half-naked?

  Even once Fynn came back I couldn’t shake my sudden awkwardness. He’d gotten rid of the condom and had done up his je
ans while out of the room. He’d brought me some wipes and gave me a goofy little half smile when he handed them over.

  “That was unexpected.” He cleared his throat and looked away as I cleaned up. Because I apparently needed some privacy. “I don’t want you to think I’ll expect that. It won’t impact our working relationship.”

  “That bad, was I?” Shit, why was I being so bitchy all of a sudden?

  “Are you kidding me?” He took the used wipe and shoved it in his pocket. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, sure.” I’d totally had sex with Fynn, a man I certainly was more than a little in lust with, but I knew better than to screw around on the job. There were too many people counting on us to get Trinity House back up and running. Counting on the success of this show. And here I was risking everything by thinking with my libido rather than my brain. “You’re right, it was a bit unexpected. And I think I’m just way overtired. I better go home and rest.”

  “Okay.” He gave me space while I found my discarded clothing and got dressed. “I enjoyed this.”

  “Me, too. But tomorrow we’re back to work. Sniping and growling at each other on film.”

  I had no doubt everyone would know something had changed. There’d be a sudden caption that would appear on screen the next time we showed up on film together that said: These two fucked like bunnies on set. Applause!

  “Sophia, are you sure—”

  “I’m good!” I’d actually be better once I got home and could freak out in private.

  Be careful what you wish for, girl.

  “You’re a terrible liar.” But he didn’t stop me from leaving. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “Bright and early.”

  I got to my car before my body began to shake. I’d just had sex—fantastic sex—with Fynn. At work. On the set of a reality TV show. Had I lost my mind? If there was one way to screw up my reputation and undermine my professionalism, it was to have a fling with a coworker.