“Action!”

I slip into character and lose myself in the elaborate party scene on the Manhattan Reign set. I can’t remember a time when I’ve been this excited to shoot a scene, and I’m not sure what to think about that. I know it’s because Sasha got me all kinds of turned on earlier when we did the table read and now we get to actually act it out, but I also know I shouldn’t be so excited.

I keep thinking about what Ryan said the day Sasha auditioned. I don’t want to cause her any trouble. But she’s causing me plenty of trouble already, and the scene has barely started.

The second she walked onto the set in a ridiculously short and tight black dress, the neckline diving way down between her tits—making a bra blessedly impossible, as evidenced by Sasha’s tight little nipples straining against the thin silk fabric—my dick went instantly hard. I mean, who could blame me? She has legs for miles, long and lean and toned. Perfect for wrapping around my waist as I ram my cock into her. Or even better, around my head as I suck and lick at her sweet pink pussy.

Fuuuuuck. Now my cock isn’t just hard, it’s like steel. There’s no way that can be missed. Not by the director, the crew, certainly not by the cameras. I’m pretty sure from the way Sasha glances at me and bites her lip that she hasn’t missed it either. Luckily this scene is supposed to be full of sexy innuendo, so maybe her reaction—and mine—will go unnoticed for what they really are.

Okay. Focus. I have a scene to do. I’m a professional. I’ve totally got this.

Except I don’t. Not when I look down at Sasha and see all the cleavage pouring out of that low dress just begging to be grabbed and squeezed, maybe licked and bitten.

Double fuck.

There’s no way I’m going to make it.

Drawing in a deep breath, I concentrate on playing my role. Rich father figure hosting a glamorous party full of young beautiful people. It’s not too hard to play the part, honestly. I grew up surrounded by luxury. Money was never an issue. Not only was my dad a famous and well-respected actor, my mother came from old money. My life has been nothing but glamour and glitz. People say that what’s on TV isn’t real. I beg to differ. My life is almost exactly like the part I’m playing now. Rich older guy with young girls chasing after him? Yep. Got that part down.

I look at Sasha again as the camera pans around the party scene—a wide shot that sets the stage for our first on-camera interaction. Breathe. Focus.

And just like always, I’m right in my element.

Smirk. Swagger. Sex.

That sums up me and my character in a nutshell.

The camera swings around in front of me as Sasha catches my eye from across the room and gives me a sultry, come-hither smile. It’s a good thing the scene calls for getting up close and personal, because that’s exactly what I’m about to do.

I saunter her way, and then run my eyes up and down her body, taking in every inch of luscious skin that’s begging for my attention.

“If you were my daughter, I’d have to insist you put on more clothes before leaving the house.” My delivery is perfect.

Her smile widens. “And what if I refused to obey?”

Fuck me. My cock totally just twitched at the way she looked at me. “Then I might have to punish you.”

Sasha arches her brow teasingly. So fucking sexy. “Then I guess I’d just have to disobey and see what Daddy had in store.”

Her role is one of such a naughty little vixen, out to seduce her best friend’s father, and right now I’m so totally down with that. I lean in close as I was directed and say, “A naughty little girl, aren’t you?” Then, under my breath, I add, “I don’t know if you can handle what Daddy has waiting for you. It’s big and hard, and I know how to use it to make you scream.”

Sasha’s eyes widen, and I’m certain her nipples perk up even more through that thin fabric. God, I just want to slip my hand right inside and pinch them, then pull them out and suck them until she’s writhing under my hands.

How the fuck has this girl gotten under my skin so fast?

She stays in character, though. “I’m only as naughty as I need to be to get what I want.”

“And just what is it you want?” I watch as her eyes run up and down my body this time, then rest on my package for longer than necessary. I smirk. Yeah, I know exactly what she wants. I want it too. I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to resist this girl. I don’t even want to.

We continue with the scene for the next few minutes. Then we shoot it again. And again. And each time, Sasha gets a little bolder, a little more risqué with the things she whispers to me when she thinks no one is watching or listening. It works in the context of the scene. When the camera cuts away to focus on some of the other characters, we’re still supposed to keep up our flirting in the background.

That’s when I really let it go. Our mics aren’t on for this part to keep out background noise, so I take my chances. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me? You really are a bad girl, aren’t you?”

She takes a sip of her fake champagne, courtesy of the props department, and gives me a heated look. “So very bad. And I’m going to need someone to set me straight.”

I chuckle. “I promise you, if I have my way with you, you won’t be walking straight for a week.”

“Promise? I wouldn’t expect a man like you to make promises to a young girl that you couldn’t keep.”

I have every intention of keeping that promise. And as she turns to walk away, this part of the scene over, my dick is practically begging for relief. I have an out of control, raging hard-on.

At the last minute, she looks back at me, still within close range, and whispers, “You know where to find me.”