Dodging explosions, crashing cars, jumping off rooftops…and falling in love.

A Hollywood Heat Novel

Up-and-coming stuntwoman Blaina Triton stops to help a sexy stranded stranger on the side of the road. Passion ignites hotter than the asphalt beneath their feet and they go back to his place for an anonymous carnal romp. Days later, she arrives on the set of her next feature film only to discover that the man she played out wanton erotic fantasies with is also her boss, Jay Williams. She thinks this job just got a whole lot better, until Jay makes it clear he never mixes business with pleasure.

Jay knows firsthand how distraction can be fatal, but around Blaina, his full, lust-ridden attention strays to her rather than staying on the job. In an effort to regain control, he offers an ultimatum—off set, their relationship is no-naughty-holds-barred, but on set, when they touch, it has to be strictly professional.

Soon their clandestine rendezvous ignite as hot as the movie’s onscreen explosions. As an unstoppable stunt team, they are flawless, until the strain of their secret relationship begins to tear them apart. Jay has to make a decision. Walk away from the woman he loves, or allow himself to be driven to distraction…

Excerpt

Sweat dripped down his face, blurring his vision. The cool night breeze washed over him, recalling his senses. He’d just fucked a woman against a car in plain view of anyone who might happen to drive by. And he was an asshole for doing it.

He slid his hand off her hip, wondering if he’d bruised her flesh in his frantic desperation. There’d been no tenderness when he’d touched her. He’d stolen what he could, what he wanted so fucking badly he’d thought of little else since they’d first met.

His hand trembled as he circled her waist, holding her against him. Just a few more moments of bliss, then he’d apologize for losing control. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled, smelling sex and arousal, naughty temptress and sweet redemption.

A flash of headlights turning onto the street brought his bliss to a rapid end. Jay spun Blaina around so she faced him, using his body as a shield so the passerby wouldn’t see that her jeans were around her knees, that her pussy lips were still wet and swollen from his fucking. He kissed her, hoping they’d look like a couple sharing a good-night kiss instead of two people who’d just finished rutting like wild animals.

The car passed, disappearing down the street. Jay pulled back, taking a deep breath, staring at Blaina’s reddened lips. He swiped his thumb over the inflamed flesh, wishing he could wipe away all evidence of his attack.

Her mouth opened beneath his questing thumb, drawing it inside. He groaned as she nipped and sucked his skin.

Cursing himself, he withdrew from her wicked mouth. He knelt before her, lifting the tiny slip of fabric she called underwear back up her legs, then returning with her jeans.

With the zipper only raised halfway, her hands covered his. “So next time I see you, are you going to push my jeans down around my knees, or button ’em up to my neck?”

Well, that was a loaded fucking question. Maybe in a thousand years he’d be able to come up with an answer that wouldn’t get him killed. He buttoned her jeans, allowing only a moment of arousal to cloud his senses when the back of his fingers accidentally brushed over her bare stomach.

He watched her as he righted his clothing, tucking his half-hard betrayer of a dick back into his pants. Her lips were pursed and she lowered her hands to her hips. “Answer my question, Jay. You’re not getting off that easy.”

His lips curled up in a sardonic grin. “Around you, getting off isn’t my problem.”

She raised an eyebrow. “And you still haven’t answered my question.”

“Oh, I’ll answer,” he said, moving a step away from her. “But I’m putting my dick away first before you use it as a leash and yank me back to you.”

She pushed away from the car, her eyes wide. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means I can’t get you out of my head, Blaina.”

“Yeah, and?”

“Yeah and…I don’t know.” And he didn’t. Sex hadn’t been on his agenda tonight. He was supposed to avoid Blaina, but her saucy banter while they were walking out of work had drawn him in, and he’d been unable to drive away alone. Even then it was only supposed to be a race, a way of getting his fill of her without touching.

And he’d been a dumbfuck to think that would work.

“Don’t know what, Jay? What don’t you know?”

“I don’t know how this can work.”

“Simple. You either fuck me or you fuck me over. Which is it?”

“It’s not that fucking simple, Blaina. We have to work together. Work. Not fuck. Not thinking about fucking. We can’t be like this on set.”

“Like what? Like this?” Blaina stepped within an inch of him. “You mean I can’t get close to you? I can’t touch you?” She lifted her hand, barely grazing his chest. “I’m gonna have to touch you on set, Jay. If we can’t touch each other, we can’t work together. And that won’t work for me.” She lowered her hand, hovering above his cock. The damn thing stiffened, straining to reach her. She gave him a knowing smile and added, “But hey, you are my boss, so you make the rules, huh?”

He was supposed to be her boss, but dammit, the way his body responded to her made it feel like the other way around.

He’d already learned he couldn’t stay away from her. And fucking her tonight hadn’t leached the lust from his system, it had only exacerbated the problem. So what the hell was he supposed to do? He didn’t date coworkers. Ever.

But not having a relationship with Blaina for the last two weeks hadn’t stopped him from thinking about her.

Shit. There was no right answer here, and he was stepping into shades of gray that made him damn uncomfortable. But it wasn’t as uncomfortable as the thought of never being with her again.

“On set there are rules, Blaina. Distraction can be fatal. And you are one hell of a distraction…” He trailed his fingers down her cheek, loving the spark of hunger flaring in her eyes, the way she tilted her face up to meet his fingertips. “We have a job to do, desire can’t get in the way of that.”

This time her eyes sparked angrily. “Have I screwed up so far? I can do my job, Jay. That’s never been a problem.”

“Good. Because I can’t seem to get enough of you.” His fingers trailed lower, skimming between her breasts. He wanted to cup them, to suckle a tight nipple through the cotton. But he wouldn’t. Not until some rules were laid down. Not until she had the chance to tell him to fuck off and walk away. And if she didn’t… “I want to see you, I want to be with you. Off set. But nothing can change at work. Nothing. We can’t acknowledge whatever this is between us. On set, when we touch, it’s got to be purely professional. Can you handle that?”

She studied him, her eyes narrowing. Jay didn’t know what he wanted her to say. Hell, he wasn’t even sure what yes or no would really mean. On one hand, “yes” could mean having his fill of her whenever they weren’t working. But “no” might send his life into some semblance of normalcy, and he could force her into the dark recesses of his memory.

Who was he kidding? He should’ve preferred the idea of normal, but having a hard dick with no place to put it lacked appeal. And if he had to spend every day of the next several weeks around Blaina, he was going to be hard more often than not.

“So let me see if I have this right.” Blaina licked her lips, and his dick jumped at the thought of her tongue circling him that way. “On set, I can’t touch you like this…” She wrapped her arms around him and cupped his ass, rubbing her body up against his aching cock.

“That would be a negative, Ms. Triton,” he rasped into her ear, his intended forceful tone marred with lust.

“Okay, I can handle that.” She pulled away and walked around him, trailing her fingers across his chest, shoulders, back before returning to face him. “So, on set, I can’t kiss you like this…” Standing tall, she ground her lips over his, opening beneath his demand, their tongues whipping together in a swiftly growing frenzy.