Deadly Sins: An MC Biker Romance Read Online Free
Author: Laura Day
climax?"
"Right," he smiled.
"But, well, touché, again. You really should take fencing. Cutting a heart seems to be your forte," she said sadly. "That was like a paper cut, because I got nothing to say back, and it really hurts right now. And this was just the first day on the set. I'm going to be more into the part as we go from here, so, like, I can't even say give me time. I mean, this is as close to me as you are going to see, for months."
"Sunday?" he asked.
"Sunday?"
"We won't shoot on Saturday or Sunday, right? Saturday you could chill, and we could take a ride on Sunday."
She looked thoughtful, "I usually spend Saturday, and Sunday practicing lines in my office, but, yes. I want this. So, I'll give that to you, yes? This weekend? I can't promise others, but this weekend I can."
"I would very much like that. At least I would have something to gauge you by, right?" He said.
"As much as I can give," she nodded.
"Alright, here's my number."
They exchanged numbers, and then kissed again, but when he broke from her this time, he walked to his bike and started it up.
"Tomorrow," he told her. She watched as he got his helmet on, and then took off through the buildings.
She listened to his bike as it reached the front gate, and then listened to the louder acceleration as he left the studio property, and ran out to the freeway. Once she couldn't hear him anymore, she listened to the quiet, and then got into her car.
Inside her car, she visualized herself, bent over the hood, clawing at the paint-job, as he powerfully fucked her from behind. "I should have squeezed his cock until he did it," she whispered. It was a lie, but a sweet one. One worth playing with. It's what her character would have done.
That last thought hurt.
I wasn't in part! The whole night. It was just me, and him! Fuck!
CHAPTER THREE
Laura slept so soundly through the night when she got home that she nearly slept through her alarm. She was on time at the set, however, and in her trailer getting dressed when Mike Stevens came in after a brief pause on his knock. She was just slipping on the half-tee she was supposed to wear for the next scene. "Jesus, Mike!" she shouted at him.
He looked blank for a moment, and then offered, "Sorry. Wasn't thinking."
The fact that he really didn't think about walking into her dressing room, where she would obviously be dressing, was clear on his face.
"Yeah, alright, so, what? What do you need?" she asked roughly.
He looked her over, "You seem in focus today?" he said, but it sounded like a question.
"Yes? I am. Ready for the next scene," she said.
"I... well, I was a little worried."
"Worried? About me being ready? Mike, and I mean this as bluntly as I'm going to say it -- that is something you will never have to worry about. Ever. I'm not a debutante, or diva, or unprofessional. I'll argue, push, and cuss you out to get what you want from me, but I'll always be focused, and on the job."
He looked into her eyes, "Yeah, alright. But, well, word is you were out with our expert last night."
"Roman?"
"Yes."
"So?"
He looked taken aback for a moment, and then shook his head a little, "I guess this is all on me. I'm projecting."
Oh, shit, he's gay, she thought. "Because if you were out with him last night..."
He laughed. He blushed, laughing to cover it up, "Yeah, well, that's a different matter."
She couldn't help teasing him, "You wouldn't be here at all, would you?"
He tried to be mad, but couldn't reach it, "Stop being a bitch. Alright? I'm sorry. I just... well... never mind. I'm glad I don't have to worry about you."
She nodded, "You don't. Ever."
"Good. Looks like you are ready. I like the look too. Your legs are perfect. What about the bra, you're perky enough, aren't you? We could lose it?"
She blushed a little, "I'm not wearing one, Mike."
"Oh,
"Right," he smiled.
"But, well, touché, again. You really should take fencing. Cutting a heart seems to be your forte," she said sadly. "That was like a paper cut, because I got nothing to say back, and it really hurts right now. And this was just the first day on the set. I'm going to be more into the part as we go from here, so, like, I can't even say give me time. I mean, this is as close to me as you are going to see, for months."
"Sunday?" he asked.
"Sunday?"
"We won't shoot on Saturday or Sunday, right? Saturday you could chill, and we could take a ride on Sunday."
She looked thoughtful, "I usually spend Saturday, and Sunday practicing lines in my office, but, yes. I want this. So, I'll give that to you, yes? This weekend? I can't promise others, but this weekend I can."
"I would very much like that. At least I would have something to gauge you by, right?" He said.
"As much as I can give," she nodded.
"Alright, here's my number."
They exchanged numbers, and then kissed again, but when he broke from her this time, he walked to his bike and started it up.
"Tomorrow," he told her. She watched as he got his helmet on, and then took off through the buildings.
She listened to his bike as it reached the front gate, and then listened to the louder acceleration as he left the studio property, and ran out to the freeway. Once she couldn't hear him anymore, she listened to the quiet, and then got into her car.
Inside her car, she visualized herself, bent over the hood, clawing at the paint-job, as he powerfully fucked her from behind. "I should have squeezed his cock until he did it," she whispered. It was a lie, but a sweet one. One worth playing with. It's what her character would have done.
That last thought hurt.
I wasn't in part! The whole night. It was just me, and him! Fuck!
CHAPTER THREE
Laura slept so soundly through the night when she got home that she nearly slept through her alarm. She was on time at the set, however, and in her trailer getting dressed when Mike Stevens came in after a brief pause on his knock. She was just slipping on the half-tee she was supposed to wear for the next scene. "Jesus, Mike!" she shouted at him.
He looked blank for a moment, and then offered, "Sorry. Wasn't thinking."
The fact that he really didn't think about walking into her dressing room, where she would obviously be dressing, was clear on his face.
"Yeah, alright, so, what? What do you need?" she asked roughly.
He looked her over, "You seem in focus today?" he said, but it sounded like a question.
"Yes? I am. Ready for the next scene," she said.
"I... well, I was a little worried."
"Worried? About me being ready? Mike, and I mean this as bluntly as I'm going to say it -- that is something you will never have to worry about. Ever. I'm not a debutante, or diva, or unprofessional. I'll argue, push, and cuss you out to get what you want from me, but I'll always be focused, and on the job."
He looked into her eyes, "Yeah, alright. But, well, word is you were out with our expert last night."
"Roman?"
"Yes."
"So?"
He looked taken aback for a moment, and then shook his head a little, "I guess this is all on me. I'm projecting."
Oh, shit, he's gay, she thought. "Because if you were out with him last night..."
He laughed. He blushed, laughing to cover it up, "Yeah, well, that's a different matter."
She couldn't help teasing him, "You wouldn't be here at all, would you?"
He tried to be mad, but couldn't reach it, "Stop being a bitch. Alright? I'm sorry. I just... well... never mind. I'm glad I don't have to worry about you."
She nodded, "You don't. Ever."
"Good. Looks like you are ready. I like the look too. Your legs are perfect. What about the bra, you're perky enough, aren't you? We could lose it?"
She blushed a little, "I'm not wearing one, Mike."
"Oh,
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