Tasha made no response, causing a high arch of Jim’s brow before she found herself being blanketed by him, his mouth overpowering and devouring hers. Pulling her hair into a knot he forced her head back and her neck out. With his mouth tracing a path from her neck, along her jaw to her ear Tasha pulled him even closer. The sound of his breathing in and against her ear caused more moans to leave her lips. She was further aroused as he reversed the route of his mouth and began to relentlessly caress the sensitive spot where her neck met her body with his lips, teeth and tongue until she was writhing beneath him and deafening them both with the unrecognisable sounds leaving her lips. When she was almost delirious with anticipation and desire, Jim paused just long enough to pull off the grey t-shirt he’d teamed with his customaryoff dutyoutfit of very well cut and expensive jeans.
“I think it could be time for you, Natasha.” His promise was accompanied by a grin.
“I do hope so.”
And then he was back on top of her, feasting upon her once more with everything he possessed. She was totally at his mercy and loving it.
His phone began to ring around them, over and over, becoming most persistent with every attempt the caller made to make contact.
Jim seemed as disinclined to answer it as she was.
By the eighth or ninth call Tasha found she was almost chanting the words, “Ignore it!”
Eventually, with the caller refusing to give up Jim sprang up. “Baby, two minutes and then I am all yours.” His words were soft and gentle, unlike his tone when he snatched the phone up from next to them on the bed. “What? Marc this had better be good.” His voice was a stifled snarl as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed again. “What? You are kidding? No way, that is totally unacceptable. Tell her to go fuck herself. No, Marc, we can’t delay. Delays cost money, studio money, my money. Why would she do that? Stupid bitch!” He sounded angrier than Tasha had heard him before.
She was amazed that she found this even more attractive, although maybe that was because it wasn’t aimed at her. Being with him was seriously dangerous. The fact that no matter what he was doing, regardless of his mood, good, bad and everything in between made him more attractive and made her want him a little more really didn’t bode well for her safety or sanity. She was playing with fire and knew he could burn her badly. Surely that was the only way this would end, with her getting hurt. She lifted her free hand, placing it on his shoulder and began to gently massage him. He turned to face her and smiled as he listened to whatever his caller was saying.
“Look, Marc, we can’t delay and as I didn’t knock her up I don’t see that I need to pay for it, so if she can’t fulfil her contract we will have to recast, but she will not be compensated for making this fucking situation.”
Tasha moved her head as far as she could to look at Jim and smiled. He reached down and ran his hand across her face, tenderness radiating from his eyes to his fingertips. Standing, he continued listening to Marc, whoever he was, and began to untie her, releasing her from the bed. She was a little disappointed that playtime might be over. He sat back on the bed and his expression turned serious again. Tasha crawled across the bed and knelt up behind him to wrap her arms around his chest as she gently kissed his shoulders with her breasts crushed against his back. He responded by stroking her hands and arms.
“Okay, okay, where? Hold on let me grab a pen and paper.” He sounded slightly calmer as he leapt up to scribble a note. “Do we have anyone lined up for a recast?” He looked directly at Tasha who was still kneeling on the bed. Bending down he kissed her on the lips again, tugging at her bottom lip before sitting next to her. “I don’t know. She is a bitch to work with and isn’t as good as she thinks she is,” he said and laughed a little. “Who else?”
Suddenly, feeling awkward at being privy to this conversation and the details of it Tasha got to her feet and considered leaving Jim to sort out his obvious business problem, but before she did he took her hand, landing a single, gentle kiss to the palm, pulling her so she stood in front of him while he listened again to Marc. Instinctively, she ran her fingers through his hair, teasing the ends. Moving closer she placed a foot outside each of his before dropping into a sitting position on his lap, facing him. Leaning in Tasha began to nuzzle his ear, breathing heavily as she did so, mimicking his early treatment of her ear and neck. His response was to pull her closer, from his lap to his groin. He gently tapped each of her thighs in turn to indicate that she should place them on the bed around him.
“Okay Marc, contact the agents of possible recasts, and see if there might be anyone else available. Yeah. I’ll call you when I get back to L.A. this afternoon, but I have something very pressing that I need to resolve here.” He grinned at Tasha as he pressed himself against her more firmly. “Leave legal out of it for now. I’ll go and see her and her people before I leave here. Don’t worry about disturbing me. I would have been pissed if I hadn’t been told about this.” He laughed loudly. “No, I am not mellowing in my old age, you cheeky fuck!” He laughed again then hung up. “You are a bad influence on me, Natasha,” he said, smiling. “My people think I’m mellowing because of you.”
She shrugged and smiled.
“I think they would like me mellower when the shit hits the fan. I’m expecting Marc to phone back and check that I don’t want blood hungry attorneys throwing lawsuits all over the place.”
She laughed now and raised her eyebrows, deliberately choosing her next words, “Sorry if I’m making you soft.”
“Oh honey, never.” His hands were cupping and caressing her bottom firmly. “So, so fucking sexy,” he murmured into her neck.
“Do you have a pregnant leading lady?” she asked, causing his hands to still briefly.
“Yes, and she thinks we should compensate her for her inability to fulfil her contract and we are due to start shooting the multi-million dollar movie in Morocco in three weeks.” He sounded annoyed to be thinking of the situation again.
“Oh dear.” She was already leaning back in to kiss him, hoping she hadn’t broken the moment.
“Are you free? I can put you forward...”
“No. I have commitments and I told you I don’t want you to give me work.”
“I was just thinking that I’ve never been to Morocco and I could combine a holiday with a business trip.”
She smiled, but shook her head. “No, plus even if I made it on set I think they would like me to be able to walk. And you’re supposed to like keeping business and pleasure separate.”
He laughed at her now. “I guess so. You’re a very wise woman. Now, this very pressing issue I have.”
He pulled her legs from around him and threw her onto the bed as he removed his jeans and boxers before lying back down next to her. “I am all yours, but only for about half an hour because I have to go and sort out this fuck up.”
“So you can swear then?” she asked pouting.
“Honey, I can do whatever I want because, my dick...”
“Your rules.” She finished the sentence for him with a grin.
