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Maddie’sinner thigh muscles groaned as she squatted to look for the lens cap she’d dropped. And why shouldn’t her muscles groan? She and Micah didn’t leave his hotel room once in the twenty-seven hours they’d had off from production, and very little of that time was spent sleeping.

She smiled at the memory of this morning’s shower together before she ran to her hotel room for a change of clothing. He had sponged and cleansed her so thoroughly, they’d run out of time to take care of other business. Unwilling to let Micah leave for work with such a huge “problem,” Maddie had serviced him orally. She’d not given many blowjobs in her lifetime, a handful—mostly in college. They had seemed so impersonal and dirty. But when she placed her lips on Micah’s shaft and sucked and licked and moved him in and out of her mouth, she felt powerful and intimately close to him. She’d watched the look of exquisite pleasure on his face, and the knowledge that it was her mouth making him feel that way...well, she had a feeling she’d be giving a lot more in the future.

The future.

The thought brought her plummeting from her Micah high. Did she even have a future with him? They’d said they would take it one day at a time, wait and see. But that’s all they’d said. No talk or plans of any future, including the near future. Would she get to spend time with him at all that day? Should she ask him or wait for him to say something? She could invite him to a late dinner after the day’s shoot. Or maybe that was too clingy. Drinks with the crew, maybe.

And heightening the stress of the situation was the knowledge that Micah’s personal life wasn’t exactly personal. If they were going to have any chance to get to know each other, they’d have to keep their affair on the down-low. If “affair” was the rightword.

Dammit, she hated the uncertainty. If she could just look in his eyes. His eyes would tellher.

She looked at her watch. Nine-thirty. Micah was due in costume at nine. Shooting was scheduled for ten-thirty. She wondered where he was now. Probably in makeup.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Um, details please!

Crap, she’d forgotten about Bree. While she’d waited for Micah in his hotel room, freaked out by her decision to finally jump him, she’d texted back and forth with Bree for support. Maddie had meant to update her friend but hadn’t because, well, she had been otherwise occupied.

She thought about how to answer. What could she say? That she’d had the most earth-shattering, mind-blowing, and beautiful experience of her lifetime? There were no words to capture her feelings.

Besides, it was private. Not just keep-from-prying-eyes-of-the-press private, but also don’t-tell-your-best-friend private. She typed a simple reply. It wasnice.

Bree’s response came almost instantly. Nice??

Maddie sighed. More than nice. A lot more thannice.

Her response had been vague, but she knew Bree would figure she wasn’t willing to say more. At least not over text.Besides, the stand-ins had arrived and it was time to get her calculations. She worked around Joe as he blocked the scene, careful to not interfere with his instructions.

She had just finished writing down her first numbers in her notebook when her pocket buzzed again. Guessing Bree hadn’t gotten the hint, she rolled her eyes as she flipped open her phone.

But the text wasn’t from Bree. Come to my trailer.

Her heart skipped abeat.

Was he asking her to come so they could talk about their situation? Or not talk at all? Or did he want to tell her it was all over and to keep everythingmum?

She had no idea. She needed to see him to findout.

Except she couldn’t go. She was in the middle of set-up and after Adam had yelled at her the other day, she needed to be especially ongame.

Still, he wanted to see her. That had to be good. Reluctantly, she sent her reply. I’m working, silly.

Only seconds passed before his response came. Can’t u slipaway?

That didn’t sound like an “it’s over” text. He really wanted to see her. Could she go? She wanted to. Her panties were already slippery thinking about him. She looked around, assessing how much work was left. She’d only done the calculations for Heather’s character and this scene had four characters.

There was no way. It would be toohard.

She held her phone as she waited for his reply.

Speaking ofhard…

Her eyes widened. She had to seehim.

But, she couldn’t.