21

“Once you start filming, you’re going to be so busy that you’re not going to have time to think about my cock.”

Her eyelids narrowed. “Is that your way of ending things between us, or do you really believe my schedule is going to be an issue for us?” When she shifted her legs again, her dress rode up to her mid-thigh, and she made no effort to lower it. “Because I’m the kind of girl who can work sixty hours a week and find the hours to volunteer and run five miles a day and have drinks with girlfriends and stop by the studio to paint. I know how to juggle, whether it be jobs or balls—I’ve got both covered.”

She was quick with her mouth.

Another reason she was fucking perfect for this show.

But it was a mouth that also sucked cock like I’d never felt before, and that was what was on my mind right now.

Damn it.

I lifted the folder from my desk—a copy that had my notes and legal definitions written in the margins to help her understand the difficult jargon, unlike the version she had—and