Tiffany POV“AHHH!! TREVOR!!! HARDER!!!” I throw my head back onto the couch while I tighten my legs around Trevor’s waist. His powerful thrusts drive me deeper into the cushions, but I don’t want to be anywhere else but here. His rough hands dig into my hips as he pounds his hard shaft deep into my quivering hole. My fingers tighten around his muscular arms while his cock dives deeper into me. “UHMM!!” The smell of sex hangs in the air while the room fills with the sounds of our passion. Our glistening naked bodies glimmer in the dim light and slide along each other, chasing and building to another release. He moves a little and curls me into a ball with my knees pressed against my chest while he stands over me and drives harder into my warmth. His shaft reaches deeper than before, sending another wave of pleasure pulsing through me. “TREVOR!!!”To my delight, his skillful moves brush my bundle of nerves deep within me and catapult me to the edge of my sanity and paradis
Trevor POVI stare down at the script. My eyes scan over the words and my lines, while staff scurries around me, getting ready for the next scene. In the back of my mind, I can’t stop myself from wondering if Rhonda is here. I’ve called in many favors, but there is no guarantee she still won’t show up. I can only cross my fingers and hope for the best. A commotion on the other side of the studio pulls my attention away from my task. I scan the area, and my heartbeat quickens as fear washes over me. Is she here? Please, tell me no. I breathe a small sigh of relief when I don’t see the horrible woman anywhere. The director rushes towards me. “Trevor! Get ready for the next scene. We’ll begin shooting in a few minutes.” He stops beside me and pats my shoulder. In a whisper, he adds, “She isn’t here. Stop worrying or you will ruin your shoots.”Stop worrying. That is easy for him to say. I choke down my words and simply nod my head. He pats my shoulder again and smiles.
Tiffany POVThe director’s harsh words repeat in my head, but I don’t know what I did wrong. I glance across the set at Trevor, wanting to see his warm and loving brown eyes to give me the encouragement I need. Unfortunately, he follows and does what the director has told him to do and gets back into place for the scene, completely ignoring my struggles. My heart twists, but I know I can’t say or do anything. We still haven’t told anyone about our relationship, and it must stay a secret, at all costs. I take a deep breath. “AND ACTION!” I can do this. I bury any lingering emotions I have for Trevor deep inside me and put my character’s mask on. My mind tries to find something to think about, which will irritate me right away. Wait. Rhonda. The image of her being overly touchy with Trevor pops into my head. I press my lips together and hold back a snarl, fighting to come out. I turn my attention towards the older couple on the couch and walk onto the set. We run throug
Tiffany POVThis week has comprised of both sweet torture and immense pleasure. The torture is at the studio where I can’t touch Trevor or even act like we are together, but at night, I’m rewarded with pleasure like I’ve never known before. Why did we wait so long to be together? A small grin plays along my lips as I walk through the store. For some strange reason, I have decided to get Trevor something special to commemorate our first big drama together, while secretly celebrating us graduating to boyfriend/girlfriend status. I push my sunglasses up and walk through the mall, looking for something to jump out at me and scream Trevor’s name. Even though I’ve known him for years, I’m just learning about him from the boyfriend aspect, and I don’t know anything about him besides his godlike body, but I’m eager to learn everything else as quick as possible. My eyes wonder up and down the row of shops, but nothing stands out to me. I stop in front of a jewelry store and scan over t
Tiffany POVI rush through Trevor’s building towards his apartment. His last few words still echo in my ears while his sexy voice sets my body on fire, needing his touch. I suck a breath in through my clinched teeth. I need to see him.A sense of relief washes over me when I round the corner and spot Trevor’s apartment door. I dart to it, wishing I was already inside. My heart beats wildly in my chest as I fumble and punch the code in. Click. My stomach flutters as a smile spreads across my face. I’m here, and he is inside. Not wanting to waste a second, I dash inside, but before I can even reach behind me to shut the door, Trevor’s muscular arms wrap around me, pulling me close to him before they then push me up against the wall right beside the door. He shuts the door and pins me to the wall. Heat rushes through me, and my body springs to life. Wetness pools in between my legs. His plump lips slam against mine in a bruising kiss while his musky cologne fills my lungs.
Trevor POVI shake my head as I stare down at my phone. How did she get my number? Would the director have given it to her? No. I don’t think he would have. I shake my head again. Then how did Rhonda get my number? Good thing I didn’t check my phone when I was home. I don’t want Tiffany to see it. She will go all possessive on me, but I don’t blame her. If she suddenly got messages from some guy who was stalking her, I would go all macho and protective on her, too. I scratch the back of my head while I run through the optional ways she got my number. Ding. My stomach sinks. Another message from her. What am I going to do? I need to tell Tiffany, but I don’t want to. With my focus locked on my phone, I absent-mindedly walk into the studio and head towards the makeup artist. “TREVOR!!”I nearly jump out of my skin and almost drop my phone as I spin around to find the makeup artist marching towards me with a deep scowl etched into her face. My stomach sinks even furthe
Tiffany POV“AHHH!!! TREVOR!!!! HARDER!!”My hands dig deeper into the sheets, balling them up into fists. Trevor’s powerful thrusts from behind propel me forward and almost burying my face into the bed. His large, rough hands grip my hips and with a loud grunt, he pulls me back onto all fours and drives his hard cock into me, hitting my bundle of nerves deep inside. Our bodies glisten with sweat, and our moans fill the room. The smell of sex and sweat hang in the air while pleasure pulses through me. My limit is fast approaching, and I can’t hang on for much longer. “I’M CLOSE!!”Like flipping a switch, a low growl rumbles from behind me, and Trevor digs his fingers harder into my hips. “TIFFANY!!! COME WITH ME!!”His fingernails dig into my delicate skin, but the slight pain can’t overshadow the pleasure rocking my entire body as the delicious coil in my stomach builds. One more hard thrust propels me over the edge, and I explode my juices along my walls and around his sh
Trevor POV I scratch the back of my head as I walk out of the studio building and head for the small park in the center of the property. Jane said she would be there waiting for me. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking this morning when I called her and almost begged her to help me take care of this situation with Rhonda. By the time I had phoned her, I had over 100 more messages, along with several pictures of Rhonda in provocative and revealing clothes. Tiffany was right next to me when I was scrolling through them. I thought my girlfriend was going to blow a gasket by the time we got through a few, especially after seeing the pictures. My stomach churned, thinking Tiffany thought it would be something I would like. This vile woman is clearly crazy. I breathe a sigh of relief when I spot Jane sitting on a bench with her back to me, but my relief doesn’t last long when anxiety and dread gnaw away at me, slowly trying to consume my sanity. If Jane can’t help us, I won’t