Geneva Lee - Two Week Turnaround

He’d fuck her out of his system. That was all. Give the studio what they wanted and get what he needed—Sofia spread naked on his bed. It was a win-win situation.

He just had to regain the upper hand.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” she asked, waving his cell phone at him from the bedside table.

“It is,” he said.

Sofia held it out for him, and he paused. If he walked over and took it there was no way to hide his arousal from her. But if he stayed put, she’d guess why he wasn’t moving. Might as well give her something to look forward to. Isaac moved toward her, his dick rigid as a tent pole. Sofia’s eyes widened a little and she snapped her gaze up to his. It was too late. He’d caught her looking, and he’d seen exactly what he expected to in her momentarily thawed eyes: lust.

There was a chance he could sweep her onto the bed right here and now. Their gazes locked on one another, and he knew she was imagining the same thing. His hands hiking her skirt around her shapely hips as she wrapped herself around him. He’d rip off her silky stockings. Sofia’s mouth quirked into a grin and she shook her head slightly as if she knew what he was thinking.

He wouldn’t have to rip them off. Ms. King was definitely the type of woman that wore a garter belt. Even better. But she couldn’t stop him from shredding her panties. Isaac could almost feel her stilettos digging into his tailbone now.

Sofia’s teeth sunk into her bottom lip, and he knew she wouldn’t stop him, which was why he took the phone and turned away. It would be too easy to pick up where they had left off. He wanted her to sweat it a little, get her good and hot for it, so he could enjoy making her scream his name all night long.

“Thanks,” he said, clearing the thick desire from his throat. “It is Monday.”

He heard her sharp intake of breath. “It is,” she said in a clipped tone. “I’ll be back to help you sort out the rest of your life in the morning—and to make certain you make it on set. Try not to get arrested before then.”

She strolled past him, chin tilted up, eyes focused toward the door. Isaac’s hand flew out and caught her wrist, drawing her slightly closer. Pressing his mouth to the hollow behind her ear, he dropped a soft kiss on the sensitive spot. He smiled as a shiver rolled through her.

“No promises,” he whispered and released her.

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