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‘Was Patrick one of them?’ he asked, hating the sound of that prick’s name, especially at a moment like this.

She nodded, and he could see the heavy cloud of anxiety threaten to engulf her. The once hot and writhing body had clammed up and become stiff and unyielding. ‘Well, Patrick was…’ She paused, and then confessed quietly, ‘My first, and he said he didn’t like to do it. So, we never did.’

‘I will say this once, and only once,’ he said firmly, and she bristled at his sharp tone. ‘Patrick is an asshole who doesn’t know shit about anything.’ A tentative smile teased at the corners of her mouth, and she lowered her arms back to her sides.

‘Okay.’

‘Now relax, lie down and be eaten out like a good girl.’

Hannah made a choked squeal, but did as she was told with a quickness he found charming. Chuckling to himself, he lowered his head and trailed kisses along her inner thigh, gently returning her to the level of arousal she’d been before worry had claimed her.

Knowing that he was the first to do this for her filled him with a primal sense of pride and possessiveness. He was determined to give her the very best first experience of this intimate act. He took his time, stroking her thighs and kissing them before he allowed himself the pleasure of tasting her.

When her wetness hit his tongue, the smell and taste of her arousal overwhelmed his senses and his hips bucked, grinding his cock into the mattress with a deep groan. He began to swirl his tongue against her clit, flicking and sucking occasionally, listening to the change of her breathing and the little moans she made to find the rhythm and touches she liked best.

Her fingers stroked his hair, and as he began to suck and tongue her swollen pussy, she became more confident with her own pleasure, her body flexing and rocking against his mouth with wanton need that only inflamed his own desire further.

He groaned as he worshiped her body, desperate to please her and to feel that same tight, wet heat wrapped around his cock. Her legs widened, her muscles tensing with anticipation, her finger gripping his hair tightly and lightly pulling on his scalp.

‘Oh!’ She began to pant in time with each lap of his tongue, and then her spine arched, her breasts rising up and her neck straining as the climax hit her. A rush of arousal washed over his tongue, and he moaned with carnal satisfaction.

When he raised himself up, she met him with a satisfied smile and kissed him deeply and tenderly, her hand cupping his jaw.

‘That was amazing.’ She sighed against his lips, and then she gently pushed him back down on the bed. ‘Now, it’s your turn.’

Caleb laughed, but he let her push him down. ‘Well, only if you insist.’

Hannah straddled his thighs, a playful smile on her wet lips as she stroked her fingers down his chest coyly, grazing his cock. His hips jerked at the teasing.

‘Oh, I insist,’ she said, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long under her wicked mouth.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

The first location shoot was in the rainforest at Tamborine Mountain, which was less than an hour outside of the city, but as there would be dawn and twilight shoots, it had made sense to move the crew temporarily until filming was complete. Which meant transporting a large convoy of trailers, coaches and vans to the national park.

They arrived at a pleasant ranch that would be their home for the next few days.

Caleb would be doing a few stunts, but nothing major. A few tree jumps and a drop into a creek. It all sounded a bit tame on paper, but Hannah imagined she would feel very differently about them closer to the time.

The talk they’d had about the past and the future (or lack of) had eased some of her concerns. It was a pity it would end, but she wouldn’t think about that yet. Best to focus on the task at hand, and enjoy riding the crest of the wave.

The water scenes they were filming involved the characters leaping dramatically into the river, which in real life translated to a couple of very short location stunts, and later, actors and stunt doubles spending loads of time in water tanks to film the rest.

Hannah had driven with Caleb, something he’d insisted on ‘for the company’. But she couldn’t help the little thrill of pleasure she’d felt when he’d told her firmly that he wouldn’t accept no for an answer. He wasn’t bored with her – not yet.

‘I hope you don’t mind. I…’ Caleb cleared his throat. ‘I arranged for us to share one of the cabins. It’s still a two-bed,’ he added, a blush creeping up his neck.

‘Fine by me. It’s no different to the suite really.’

‘Minus the ocean view.’

Hannah stared at the ranch ahead of them, nestled in a clearing surrounded by an ancient emerald forest – it was like something out of Jurassic Park. ‘I think I’ll manage.’

Caleb grinned, but when he moved to sling an arm around her shoulders, she ducked away. ‘But let’s not make it too obvious we’re together. I’m thinking of asking for more work at this studio. Can we be friends only, in public?’ she asked, already conscious of the number of crew members who had seen them arrive together. There was only so much ‘old friends’ she could get away with.

She was also starting to imagine living here permanently, and part of her didn’t want to face the embarrassment after they broke up. The less people who knew the truth about their ‘arrangement’, the better.

Caleb paused, hurt crossing his face for a moment, before he seemed to realise the wisdom of her words. ‘I suppose we should keep it professional when we’re at work.’