Set Desire (Bad Boys of Hollywood)

by April Fire

  “Julia!” He hollered out.

  “Dean!”

  We collapsed, panting from exhaustion, into a pile of entangled limbs. Our skin glistened with sweat and I found my fingers drawn to the small amount of damp hair on his chest. This was bliss.

  ***

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Dean

  “Wow…” I gasped as I tried to catch my breath. I clutched Julia tightly to me, fearful that if I let her go she might suddenly disappear and I might realize that it was all a dream. When I’d stormed off set I’d never expected that she would follow me, and I never could have expected that we would find ourselves in bed again. “That was amazing.”

  “Mmmm…” was Julia’s only response as she ran her fingers along my chest.

  “Dean, where is this going?” she asked, after a few moments of silence, broken only by our panting.

  “Where would you like this to go?” I asked, suddenly fearful that I might be too forward if I answered the question right away.

  “Dean, please,” she sighed, “I need to know where I stand.” She pushed herself up onto her elbow to look at me, and I could see the concern in her eyes. I knew she was afraid - afraid that I would do what I usually did, and tell her this was simply about the sex, that she was nothing to me, and she was simply a good time - but that wasn’t true. I could never do that to her.

  I reached up and stroked a strand of hair away from her face. Cupping her cheek in the palm of my hand, I told her, “I want to make this official. I’d want to be the one taking you to premieres and fancy dinners. I want to wine and dine you before I take you to bed again.”

  “Well, a real woman wouldn’t deny you that wish,” she smirked down at me and I felt a blaze of desire overwhelm me again as she leaned down to kiss me. I couldn’t control myself as I rolled her over onto her back and brought myself down on top of her. I simply couldn’t get enough of her.

  “God, I want to be inside you again,” I whispered against her lips and I could feel her smiling against mine.

  “What happened to wining and dining first?” she giggled.

  “We could go to dinner tonight,” I suggested. I lifted my head to look down at her and wait for her response. Just as she looked like she was about to speak, I heard a loud rapping of knuckles on the door of the trailer. My heart sank and I groaned deeply, “Ignore them.”

  I brought my mouth back down onto hers and tried to ignore the urge to get up and see who was at the door. There was nothing that would be good enough for me to leave this angel alone in my bed.

  It wasn’t until I heard the knuckles rapping again that I realized, whoever it was, they weren’t going away.

  “I think they really want to see you,” Julia sighed, and I pulled myself up off her.

  “I’d let them wait, but that knocking is getting on my nerves,” I groaned as I pulled myself from the bed and reached for my boxers. Whoever was at the door was going to get a lovely view. They’d disturbed my time with Julia, and I wasn’t going to be modest about it.

  Julia sat up in the bed as I slipped on my boxers and headed to the door. The moment I pushed it open I wished I had put my robe on. Her eyes danced all over my body causing me to cringe the moment I saw her.

  “Well, if I’d known you were ready for me, I would have come a little less dressed,” Marie smirked up at me.

  Before I had the chance to tell her to go away she slipped into the trailer, shoving me out of the way to gain entry.

  “Marie! What the hell?” I demanded as I heard Julia gasp from the bedroom. I cursed myself for not having the good sense to lock the damn door.

  “Oh, I see you have company,” Marie snarled the second her eyes fell on Julia, “I thought our little chat last night would have told you to stay away from him.”

  “Little chat?” I was confused. What chat? When had they meet?

  “And I thought that Dean telling you he didn’t want you might have told you to stay away,” Julia snapped back at her. I was sure I saw the claws protrude from Marie’s fingertips as her hands tensed into fists.

  “You bitch! He never said that to me!” Marie looked as though she was about to charge at the bed, but I quickly reached out and took hold of her shoulder. I whipped her around to face me, and her frown turned into a smirk, “I knew you couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

  “It was necessary,” I told her as I removed my hand from her shoulder and made a point of wiping my hand on my boxers to show her my distaste, “And I should warn you - the next time you speak to my girlfriend like that, I won’t hesitate to kick your ass right out of this trailer.”

  “Your… your girlfriend?” Marie gaped at me. The word seemed to stick in her throat, though it had felt silky as honey on my own tongue. I smirked down at her.

  “Do you have a problem with that?” I raised an eyebrow at her, “Because if you do, then this is pretty humiliating.”

  “You… you never called me your girlfriend,” Marie’s voice was small as she glanced from me to Julia and back again, “What does she have that I don’t?”

  “Class.”

  That seemed to sting Marie, and I almost felt bad for her, but I knew that being cruel to her was the only way to truly get rid of her for good. I had no intention of ever going there again. The woman in my bed behind her was all I could ever want or need.

  “Dean, you’re making a mistake,” she sidled up to me, and I cringed as the palm of her hand slipped onto my chest.

  “You should leave,” I told her as I gripped hold of her wrist and pulled her hand away, “And while you’re at it, you can feel free to go and spread your gossip, because I have nothing to hide. I’m with Julia - and you can let the entire world know that.”

  Julia leapt up and stood by my side, wearing one of my silk shirts. I couldn’t help but glance down at her and admire the way the material hugged all of her curves and her buttocks peaked out from the hem.

  “You heard him,” Julia said, as she slipped under my arm and wrapped herself around me. With that, she reached up and pressed her lips firmly against my own, as though she was marking her territory.

  When I looked back at Marie, she was gaping at me in utter horror, “You… you can’t do this to me. We were good together.”

  “We were good for you,” I shook my head, “I won’t be your road to fame anymore, Marie.”

  I knew that’s all I was to her, and I wasn’t going to put up with it anymore. Julia had never once tried to get into the limelight beside me, and I knew she never would. Although I knew we’d both prefer to keep this between us, I had no problem with our relationship going public. I wanted to have her on my arm.

  “You should leave, before you make even more of a fool of yourself,” Julia warned Marie, and the look that passed between the two women was dripping with poison.

  “You’ll regret letting me go for this nobody,” Marie promised, and I couldn’t help but laugh at her words.

  “The only thing I regret in this whole situation - is not getting rid of you sooner,” I assured her, and I clutched Julia a little tighter.

  “Urgh!” Marie snarled as she turned and stormed from the trailer, slamming the door on her way out.

  ***

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Julia

  My entire body was tense from the confrontation. I turned to Dean the moment the door slammed shut behind Marie, “Your girlfriend?” Dean’s cheeks burned red with embarrassment.

  “I hope you don’t mind. It was the only way I could think to get it into her thick skull that I really don’t have any interest in her.”

  “Of course I don’t mind,” I shook my head, “In fact… I kind-of like the sound of it.” I stepped into his arms, and he pulled me to him, our chests pressing together until I could feel his abs rippling against me.

  “Oh you do, do you?”

  “I do,” I nodded, “Were you serious about making this public?”

  “How could I hide the fact that I am with
the most beautiful woman in the world?” he smirked down at me, “That is - if you want to be with me?”

  My entire body quivered at the mere thought of it. There was no doubt in my mind. I wanted to belong to this man, and I wanted him to belong to me.

  “Yes,” I breathed as I leaned up on my tip toes and pressed my lips against his.

  “I’m yours,” he whispered against my lips. The words filled me with such delight that I felt as though I was as light as air, “Will you be mine?”

  “Yes,” I breathed again, and when he kissed me, I felt myself melting into him.

  “Maybe this will make work a little easier,” he laughed, and I suddenly remembered our other problem.

  “Think you can pretend to make love to me on camera - knowing that afterwards you can have me for real?” I asked him as I pulled my face back, just enough to see his response. The broad smile on his face made my chest tingle.

  “I think I can manage to control myself on set,” he smirked down at me, “That is, if you can control yourself in front of the cameras.”

  “I’ll just have to hold on to the thought of locking ourselves in your trailer afterwards.” I smiled back, and felt him quiver at my words. The thought that my words had the same effect on him as his did on me made me feel even more powerful than when I’d taken him in my mouth. “I can’t wait for after dinner,” I shook my head at him, “I need to feel you inside me again right now.”

  “I think I can grant that request,” Dean told me, and with that, he picked me up and placed me on the table as he had before. “I love you Julia.”

  The words hitting my ears were enough to shock me to my core. Never in a million years had I ever expected those words to come from Dean Hollywood’s lips, at least not in real life. I had expected to hear them on set, of course, but not directed at me, not while we weren’t acting.

  “I love you too, Dean,” I whispered back, and his lips consumed mine all over

  again.

  Epilogue

  Julia

  “Henry, what are you doing here?” I asked in the sweet, innocent voice I always used for my character, Jane Vale, a high school teacher who had fallen for the father of one of her students. I was finding it easier and easier to relate to my character the more I fell for my co-star. We both found ourselves in forbidden situations that we simply couldn’t control because our feelings wouldn’t allow us.

  “I know I told you I’d stay away… but I just couldn’t,” Dean stepped onto the classroom set and I took a quick breath readying myself for what was to come. I knew that if this all went wrong there was nothing else we could do. At least one of us was going to lose our job, if not the both of us, and I couldn’t stand the thought of that happening, especially not now.

  “You really shouldn’t be here,” I told him as I pushed myself up from the chair behind the desk and came around to stand in front of him. My eyes glanced downward, unable, afraid to make contact with his, “You never should have come here.”

  “Well, I’m here now… so kiss me,” Dean told me, and I felt my entire body sizzle with desire. I knew that he was only acting, but there was a part of me that knew he was also serious. He wanted me to kiss him just as much as I wanted him to kiss me. That part was no longer acting.

  “Henry, I can’t,” I protested as he wrapped his arms around me and I pressed the palms of my hands against his chest, “This is wrong. You shouldn’t be here.”

  I fought the urge to kiss him, fought the urge to forget that we were on set and just go for it.

  “Jane, I know you want me as much as I want you,” Dean said as he moved in closer to me, “I know that’s why you won’t look at me.”

  I turned my face up to look at him, and the concerned expression on his face turned to one of sheer glee. I felt my heart swell at the sight of that face. He was such a good actor. He never missed a cue. He was a natural.

  “Kiss me,” Dean said in a hushed tone as he pulled me closer to him. My heart hammered in my chest and my lips turned up towards his. Our mouths connected and our tongues began to dance as he pressed me back against the desk. Our hands were all over each other. For a moment, I completely forgot where we were.

  “Cut!” Fred suddenly yelled and the world around me came back into focus. I gasped pulling away from Dean, wondering what had gone wrong this time.

  As Dean stepped away from me, we both turned to see what the hell the director had gotten under his skin this time. Fred stood silent for a moment, and then began to clap loudly. As he did, the rest of the crew began to clap along with him until the entire warehouse was cheering and applauding.

  “They got it! They got it, finally!” Fred yelled aloud, “and it looks like we may finally have a film after all!”

  I breathed a sigh of relief. I had been nervous about this scene since the moment I woke up. This last scene of the day was an important one for Dean and myself, and my stomach was sick with anticipation of something going wrong. Up until now, most of my scenes had been simple, but this was the big one, the moment when both our characters let go of everything and finally gave into their urges for each other. And, thank god, we nailed it.

  “Let’s take it from the top and make sure it’s perfect!” Fred yelled aloud and everyone sprang into action to get ready for the next take. Everyone, except for me and Dean, who remained locked in each others arms.

  “As soon as this is over, I’ll meet you in your trailer.” Dean whispered into my ear.

  My entire body quivered with the meaning behind his words. I knew that although our romance might be cut off on-camera, it was nowhere near being cut off behind the scenes.

  I simply smiled and nodded as I watched him return to his starting mark beside the door of the set.

  I returned to the chair behind the desk and felt the anticipation begin to build again. This time for what was to come after filming. I couldn’t wait for Dean to be inside me again, and all I could do was press my thighs together in an attempt to calm the heat that burned between them. I hoped to quench the fire that burned. At least for a little while, otherwise there was no way I was going to make it through another take without simply ripping his clothes off in front of everybody. The only saving grace was the fact that eventually we were going to have to actually do that in front of everybody.

  Fred made us go through the scene three more times, each time getting closer and closer to being nude in front of the cameras, before he finally allowed us to call it a day.

  “That was a great shoot today, Julia,” Babs caught me just as I was gathering my things. I paused, with a deep groan caught in my throat.

  “Thanks Babs,” I smiled to her, curtly.

  “I don’t know what’s changed, but whatever it is, don’t let it slip back again. Okay?” Babs said, “I wouldn’t want to see you getting fired after all your hard work.”

  “Believe me, I don’t plan on letting it slip back,” I assured her, as I thought of all the things that Dean would do to me when I got back to my trailer.

  “Are you alright?” Babs looked at me with a concerned expression, as though she could see that I was crawling in my skin to get out of there and back to my trailer.

  “I’m fine,” I assured her, “I just have to be somewhere.” With that, I turned and began to practically run back to my trailer.

  The second I swung open the door and charged in, I found myself wrapped in Dean’s arms. Surprise filled me with a gasp of air and I turned my face up to look at him, “How did you….”

  “I told you I’d meet you in your trailer,” he smiled down at me and leaned in to press his lips against mine.

  After a moment, that seemed like an eternity, he picked me up into his arms and carried me to small table, where he placed me and I wrapped my legs around him.

  “Today’s been torture,” he whispered against my lips as he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and tilted my head to expose the soft flesh of my throat. I shivered as he traced kisses down the side of m
y neck and licked his tongue along the length of my collarbone.

  “I agree,” was all I could whisper, as Dean slipped his hands under my pencil skirt and gripped hold of my panties to pull them down.

  “I can’t wait to be inside you again,” Dean said, as he pushed my skirt up and spread my legs, “I need to be inside you right now.”

  “Dean, I want you,” I gasped back to him as he slipped one hand between my thighs and his fingers instantly grew slick with my juices. I had been ready for him all day, and the thought of finally having him was almost enough to bring tears to my eyes.