Page 45 of Love On and Off Set

Next time? I thought this was a one-and-done.

Yeah, pull the other one. I’d spent the entire weekend obsessing about Hallstein. Reading all the articles I could find about him. Researching injuries and PTSD and any other shit he might be dealing with. I’d done that to convince myself to run the other way. Of course, with my obstinate nature, I was running toward danger, not from it.

I yanked down my jeans and underwear. Some guys could manage without stripping, but I liked spreading my ass cheeks wide and making myself as open as possible.

Dude was less likely to miss that way.

Ha!

This wasn’t funny. Or maybe it was. Who the fuck knew? As I ripped open the packet of lube, Hallsy unzipped and yanked out a rather impressive erection.

I licked my lips.

He caught the action and rolled his eyes. Then he donned the condom.

I hurried to prep myself. A whole lot wasn’t required as this was going to be quick. When he approached, I reached for his cock and smeared the last bit of lube from my fingers on it. “Okay, big boy, show me what you’ve got.”

Another eye roll.

Going up on my toes, I pressed a kiss to his lips. Then I turned, positioned my shirt to protect my hips, and leaned forward.

Showtime.

Chapter Nine

Hallstein

You can do this .

Of course I could. I’d had sex before. With men. Only with men, in fact. Only…not that frequently. And not since my injury.

The leg will hold. You can do fifty leg presses.

And was pretty shaky by the end of that. But this would be different.

Or so I told myself.

Myles jiggled his ass.

I smiled. I’d spent the entire weekend thinking about him. Looking up all his set-decorator credits. Finding his address online and doing a street view of Lower Lonsdale. Not stalking, though, I told myself. Just…curiosity.

And about fifty times I’d picked up my phone to text, but hadn’t. Because this was work. He was work. I never mixed work with pleasure.

“Today, Hallsy.”

As much as I hated the moniker, I was kind of getting used to it. I’d never had anyone in my life who cared enough to give me an actual nickname.

Slowly, I slipped my hand under his shirt and ran it up and down his spine.

He shivered.

I trailed both hands down his flanks and to his hips.

He shifted.

I slid my index finger into his ass.

He tightened, then relaxed.