Up All Night Long: From Lust to Love (Romance Anthology)

by Ali Parker

  "Really? What gives you that impression?" I reached down and tugged my shirt off, leaving my white bra on display. Charlotte had dragged me to Victoria's Secret to find the sexiest bra we could for the audition. I was rather mortified that my first real audition was going to happen with me in a bra and a pencil skirt, like some naughty secretary, but whatever. It was something I could mark off my bucket list.

  His eyes widened as they dragged across me. "Wow. You don't have to go after we're done, by the way. You could hang out. I could sign something for your friends? Your mom?"

  "Right. Thanks,” I mumbled and glanced over toward the director as he clapped his hands.

  "I'm Frank. Nice to meet you Riley. Beautiful attire for the part. Exactly what we asked for. Your make-up even looks nice." He smiled. "Do you know your lines?"

  "Yes, sir." I nodded at him and turned back to Ethan. "Take your shirt off. It's not in the scene that I'm taking it off for you. Let's stick to the script."

  "Yeah, of course." He nodded and pulled it off, glancing down as he tossed it off the set.

  My eyes moved over the thick swell of his shoulders, the delicious sculpture of his chest and abs. They had him in the gym more than he needed to be, but I couldn't complain. Every cell in my body lit on fire standing that close to him, but nothing compared to the way I felt when he glanced up and smiled.

  "Like what you see?" He licked at the side of his mouth, playing with me.

  There's the real man beneath the mask.

  "You're flesh and blood just like the rest of us." I cleared my throat and turned to the director, waiting on his cue.

  "Remember," he called out to us. "High intensity. You've decided that even though Ethan is a married man, all bets are off. You're going to have an affair, and come hell or Jesus himself... it's happening."

  "Is Jesus in the movie?" I asked, unable to help myself.

  The older man chuckled, as did Ethan. "Careful, pretty girl. Everyone might fall in love with you, and then what?"

  I turned back to Ethan, feeling far too bold for my own good. "And then I'll take your place and you can stand in line to see me woo America on the big screen."

  He tilted his head a little, studying me. "Did you go see my latest movie?"

  "I'm alive and breathing, right?" I reached out and touched the side of his face as the director snapped his clapper.

  "Action!" Frank yelled.

  "Flesh and blood," Ethan whispered without moving his lips and gripped my hips, making sure to rub his thumbs over the skin just above my skirt. His voice was deep, compelling, fucking sexy as sin.

  "Tell me one reason why we can’t make this work?" He took a step closer, his eyes filled with so much passion that it burned me.

  I slipped into my role. Ethan Lewis was my only desire and there wasn't anything I wouldn't do for him. It almost scared me how much I wanted to dive into my mask just to keep myself from feeling anything for the icon.

  "Because you're a good man. I don't want to be the reason that changes." I let out a soft sigh and slid my hands down his chest, leaning in and brushing my nose by his. "Tell me no and I'll go. Please."

  I put on my best performance, forcing my features to soften just a little and yet still holding in my gaze that he had no choice but to take me to his bed for a long afternoon of fucking.

  He panted softly and turned to Frank. "Cut. Give me a second."

  "What?" I pulled back and turned to look out at Darren, lifting my eyebrow.

  Ethan walked to the edge of the set and jumped off, jogging toward the bathroom. "Gotta piss. Sorry."

  "Wow." I walked toward Darren and knelt down in front of him.

  He reached up and popped my bra strap. "I don't think he's gotta pee. You look stunning. Why the fuck were we doing gum commercials? Victoria’s Secret would pay top dollar for a girl like you prancing around their stages."

  "That's the reason right there." I pushed at his chest. "I don't prance."

  "All right. Where were we?" Ethan walked up the stairs and turned to me. "Let's go."

  "I was waiting on you." I moved toward him and got back in position.

  Frank let out a sigh. "Ethan, you good or need us to wait a few minutes?"

  "I said I was good. Stop acting like I don't have the right to take a piss. Deza forced a bottle of wine on me this morning." He gripped my hips and turned to face me with fire in his eyes. "Let's go."

  "Right. Action," Frank called out.

  "Tell me one reason why we can't make this work?" He brushed his thumbs over my sides and licked his lips as his eyes moved down my face.

  The fucker was trying to outdo me. No... seduce me. Me! Really? Give me a fucking break. Game on.

  I stepped closer and reached up, touching his face and rubbing my thumb over his perfect lips as I opened my mouth a little and took a quick inhale as if I were having trouble breathing due to his nearness.

  "Because you're a good man. I don't want to be the reason that changes." I let out a soft sigh and slid my hands down his chest, leaning in and brushing my nose by his. "Tell me no and I'll go. Please."

  He ran his hands over my hips and down the curve of my ass, squeezing softly as a growl left him. "Maybe I'm not good at all. Maybe for the first time in your life, you've judged wrong."

  "I doubt it." I let my eyes move up his face before clasping my arms around his neck and pressing my lips to his. A moan left me that wasn't part of the script, but was very much part of the game.

  He tightened his grip on me and tilted his head, forcing my mouth open with the sweet press of his strong, wet tongue.

  I jerked back. "Your tongue wasn't in the script."

  "Cut!" Frank called and laughed loudly as I moved back and wiped at my lips.

  "Jeez." I gave him a look and turned to face the crowd. I was overdoing it, but in all honesty... I didn't want the part. It was too real to hang on through scene after scene of pretending that I wasn’t interested.

  "Wow!" Frank walked up to the set and tapped the floor of the stage. "Do you two know each other? Have past history?"

  "No," we said in tandem and glanced at one another. The light dusting of pink on Ethan's handsome face let me know one thing. I wasn't the only one affected by our teasing.

  "Well, I have a boner. That was delicious and was two seconds long." He turned to the crew. "Anyone else get a hard-on?"

  I furrowed my brow, not understanding if that was a term they used for liking something or if they really had-

  "Hey." Ethan tugged at my arm. "Sorry about the tongue. I got too into it."

  "It's all good." I glanced back at him, wondering if I'd misjudged him.

  "Great job." Deza hopped up on the set and walked toward us. "We'll be in touch, Riley. Thank you so much for coming on such short notice."

  "Absolutely." I moved to pick up my shirt and pulled it over my head. My eyes locked onto Ethan’s as he watched me unabashed. I couldn't help but glance down at the bulge at the front of his slacks.

  The smirk that lifted his lips left my nipples tightened.

  "I see you." He chuckled. "Not subtle at all, are you?"

  "I'm wondering if you have a cup on." I walked over to him. "I figure this might be the last time I get to see you face to face, so... inquiring minds want to know."

  "Dear Lord," Deza murmured and turned, leaving us standing together on the stage.

  "Reach out and find out what you want to know, Riley." He tilted his head before pulling his slacks open. "Or reach in... check out the goods. Tell all your friends."

  "I don't have friends." I winked and turned, walking to the edge of the platform and hopping off.

  Darren moved up beside me as I tucked in my shirt and worked to not turn around and blow the sexy bastard behind me a kiss.

  We made it into the parking lot before I started to hyperventilate. We walked to my car with his arm around me and concern on his face.

  "Damn, kid. I had no clue you started acting the minute we walked in there.
" He opened the car door for me. "You okay?"

  I took a deep breath and nodded before getting in my car. "I will be. Call me."

  He moved back as I slammed the door and pulled out as my arms started to shake. Ethan fucking Lewis. I couldn't wrap my mind around it, and talking it out with Charlotte would help, but it wasn't happening. The last thing I wanted to do was give him the power to consume my thoughts.

  I'd almost gotten out of the parking lot when I saw him running out of the set toward the car.

  "Looks like something out of a love story." I rolled my window down and lifted my eyebrow at him as he leaned over, panting loudly.

  "Fuck, I'm outta shape." He glanced around. "Don't go. Come back in here and watch these other girls flunk the audition. It will remind you just how talented you are."

  "I gotta get to work, besides, I'm not cut out for movies. Too much of an investment I think. I'll stick to commercials." I smiled in the cheesy way I had to in the Trident commercial.

  "Holy shit! That's it." He moved back, laughing. "You're the sexiest Trident girl I've ever seen."

  I rolled my eyes. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Lewis, but please... don't stop."

  "Ethan. Call me Ethan, Riley." He stood up and tapped on the windowsill. "Nothing I can do to change your mind?"

  "Unfortunately no. Get back in there and steal the hearts of the next seven women."

  "Are you saying I stole yours?" He lifted his eyebrow, the cocky guy I'd shut down coming back in full force.

  Which one was he? There were so many personalities that I'd seen just in the short time I was on the set.

  "Nope, but if it makes you feel good." I shrugged. "Nice to meet you."

  I drove off, shouting my last two words out the window, "Mr. Lewis."

  Chapter 8

  Ethan

  "Well... I'm impressed." Deza moved up beside me as I stood barefoot and half dressed in the parking lot. "I'd say you are too."

  "Yeah. You could say that." I glanced over at her. "I'm sorry about having to stop everything. That fucking cup pinched my nuts."

  I growled and turned from her, slipping my hand into my slacks and pulling it out.

  "Damn, Ethan, really?" She turned and walked back to the set.

  "What? Here... we could sell it and make a killing." I laughed and tossed it in the trashcan just outside the production building.

  "I thought maybe having your testosterone sucked out by that girl would have calmed you down a little, but obviously not." She glanced over her shoulder and gave me a knowing look.

  "What?" I laughed and jogged up to her. "You're so weird sometimes."

  "You were into her. A lot." Deza stopped beside Frank. "What did you think?"

  "She's the one, without a doubt." Frank turned to Ethan. "You all right, buddy? That's the first time I've seen you leave mid-scene... ever."

  "Yeah. Personal problems." I folded my arms across my chest, not liking the way the girl left me feeling or the way Frank and Deza were watching me. "She was good. Lots of realism. She's at the top of my list so far, but we're comparing her to Nervous Nancy and Porno Polly."

  "Ethan. Jeez." Deza pushed at my back as I bounded up on the stage again.

  "Let's go. I'm having dinner with Liam. I don't want to be late, or he'll have eaten my brat and his." I let out a long breath and moved back as a pretty blond walked up the side of the stage.

  "I'm Sissy." She extended her hand. Her tits were huge, and try as I may, I couldn’t stop staring at them.

  "I'm Ethan. Nice to meet you." I glanced up, unabashed in my desire to objectify her. Obviously she wanted to be the center of male lust or she wouldn't have taken an air pump to her chest. "Are those real?"

  "My tits?" She glanced down and squeezed them.

  I half expected my cock to jump, but nothing. One thought of Riley giving me lip or being a haughty little shit to me like she had during the whole audition, and I would have to jog back to my trailer for a little bit of self-love, but this girl... nothing.

  "No. I wish." She smiled. "You ready to do this?"

  "You bet." I turned to Frank to wait for him to give us the go. The girl plowed into me, her hands tightening on my shoulders as her nails dug into me. She half crawled up my body before her agent pulled her off.

  "Sorry. She's excited." The agent laughed nervously as I moved back.

  "Goddamn it. What was that?" I turned and pinned her with a strong stare.

  "I thought it was a lusty scene." She panted softly, her chest moving and tits staying still.

  I turned and looked at Frank and then Deza as I walked toward the edge of the platform before jumping off.

  "Fire me if you want to. I'm not doing any more of these. Get Riley. She's perfect for the part. Believe me... I've been doing this shit my whole life." I didn't glance back, but picked up my shoes and walked to my trailer as my adrenaline finally returned to normal.

  The guard from earlier that day glanced up and shook his head. "That girl didn't want to leave."

  "Oh no. Really?" I reached for the handle to the door. "She's still here?"

  "No, sir, but I had to physically remove her. She thought you were coming back for more, I guess." He chuckled. "You got a way with the ladies, huh, Mr. Lewis?"

  "Unfortunately so." I opened the door and walked into the dimmed two-bedroom trailer. After getting a beer from the fridge, I dropped down onto the side of the bed and pulled out my phone, pulling up Riley's picture. "You got me today, didn't you? You fucking knew it too. Who are you, pretty girl?"

  I dropped back on the bed and closed my eyes as a smile pulled at my lips. The look on her face while we walked through the scene was perfect. I'd not seen that much passion in someone’s eyes since my first movie when I didn't know any better. I was callous and tired, but she was new, real, alive.

  That she didn't want to hang out on the set with me, or interact at all had to be the most attractive part of the whole situation. I loved that she was independent and unwilling to let me be some big icon in front of her. She'd been rather straightforward with her flesh and blood comments.

  My body ached at the thought of taking her to bed with me. I bet a girl like her could fit me. I stroked myself and groaned softly, needing to belong to someone that could take care of me. After so many years of being alone, even with a huge group of people around me, I wanted to belong. I needed to before I faded away forever.

  I could feel it happening, and for a bleak moment today while she was giving me shit, it dissipated and I felt like someone had dragged me up from the bottom of a cold pool and breathed life into me. Fire. Heat. Passion.

  I called Deza. "I want her number. Get it for me."

  "What? Who are you talking about?" she barked at me, causing me to smile. I loved it when she got an attitude with me. I deserved it.

  "Riley Phillips. Get. Her. Number. For. Me."

  "All right, Rain Man. Chill your nuts and I'll get it. I'm dealing with some very unhappy actresses right now."

  "You're good at putting out fires. Just tell them the part’s taken and we appreciate them coming in." I let out a short sigh. "You want me to come back out there and just walk through the motions?"

  "Would you?" She sounded like she didn't believe that I would.

  Good.

  "Nope. Get the number." I hung up and forced myself to get up and get changed for my brother's house. He was the only person in the world that I could simply be me. No mask needed.

  *

  "Get in here, you cocky bastard." Liam reached for me and pulled me into a tight hug. "Shit. It's been like three months since I've seen you."

  "I know. We were filming the last bit of that new Christmas film I'm doing for the Hallmark Channel. Sappy as fuck." I pulled out of his hold and walked in.

  "Liam?" a soft voice called out from the kitchen.

  I turned and rolled my eyes, breathing in dramatically and reaching for his throat. "Seriously? I thought it was just going to be us."

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p; "Come on. She's cute. If you like her, take her home with you. If not, I'll fuck her after you leave." He shrugged and moved past me, leaving me in the hall to watch him strut back into his oversized kitchen.

  I took a minute to acclimate myself with the fact that I wasn't spending the evening with my brother shooting the shit, but instead playing games with some new girl he wanted to impress, abuse or mentally fuck. He was a power trip like no other.

  "Ethan, get your ass in here. Jessie is a fan of yours."

  "Fuck. Of course she is." I ran my hands through my hair, messing up the silly wave Frank and Deza made me keep it in when on the set.

  My brother's house was almost as big as mine, but where mine was empty from hardly ever being there, Liam's was decked out from wall to wall. He'd made his billions in the advertising world, specializing in companies that catered to wealthy women. To say he was without desire for companionship would have been the truth. There was forever a new woman on his arm, and I've never met one that wasn't beyond stunning. Too bad he was a user.

  "I'm coming." I walked in and smiled at the busty blond beside my brother.

  She walked toward me and extended her hand as he pressed his fingers in a 'V' to his mouth and licked at it while closing his eyes.

  I laughed and shook her hand, tugging at her a little as she started to turn to see what he was doing to make me laugh.

  "I'm Ethan. It's nice to meet you, Jessie." I gave her a warm smile and shook my head as she blushed and took a shaky breath.

  "Wow. It's really you." She glanced back at Liam. "I thought you were shitting me."

  "Nope. My little brother, ladies and gentlemen."

  She turned back to me as I released her hand. "How did a pretty girl like you end up with a meathead like this guy?" I nodded toward my brother who was humping the air.

  He jerked up straight and pressed his hand to the counter beside him as she turned back to him.

  "He's a good guy, but we're just friends." She turned back to me and pressed her teeth into her bottom lip. "He told me that you guys were related, but I just couldn't believe it."