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.