Chapter 15: When Practice Becomes Real

I release my death grip on Luca's hair. This is bad. This is...horrifying and humiliating and the absolute worst thing that could have happened.

But there's one saving grace - he doesn't know. Thank God.

"I...I think we're good," I say, and my voice sounds breathless and strange. "This is where they'll cut the scene, right?"

Luca freezes on top of me. His lips release my ear.

"I think that went well," I say, trying to sound casual. "Very well. How did that feel for you?"

Slowly - torturously slowly - he sits up. The moment his weight lifts from me, I feel so cold and alone that it's all I can do not to pull him back down on top of me. My body is still trembling from that orgasm.

Luca straightens, running a hand through his tousled hair. The golden strands are disheveled from the furious grip of my fingers.

"I agree," he says, and his voice sounds a tone lower than usual. "That went well. You're getting much more natural." He tilts his head and looks down at me, meeting my eyes f