Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 114337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Then we parted to go get prepared. Abbie and I did our hair and makeup together before getting dressed in the wardrobe we’d picked out for the scene. We were both in cocktail dresses. Our characters had decided to dress up because we were ‘getting drinks with the other couple,’ according to the storyline.
My excitement about the scene climbed higher when everyone except for Nina gathered in the living room. She would stay downstairs in the edit bay the entire time, watching the shots and providing direction to both us actors and Scott, who’d serve as a cameraman.
My gaze flicked to Colin, taking in his black button-down shirt and dark gray slacks. He looked older and sexy in a whole new way when he wasn’t dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. The frat boy faded, and a composed man emerged in his place.
He was breathtaking.
Jaquan stepped up beside me, giving me a smile and a nudge with his elbow. He wore a fitted white shirt, with the top few buttons undone, over navy slacks with a brown belt. The silver watch on his wrist gleamed, and he appeared confident and wealthy.
He looked pretty damn amazing, and I couldn’t have been more pleased to have him as a fake boyfriend. I wove my hand through his arm, linking us together, and gave him a friendly smile.
Abbie saw this and did the same, curling herself around Colin’s arm. It didn’t bother me to see it—they were just preparing for the scene like I’d done.
It wasn’t real.
“Everyone ready?” Nina asked in our earpieces, and when we confirmed we were, she called for us to start. “Action.”
Scott held the camera and backed up as we strolled forward, going to sit on the couch, each couple on one side with the girls closest to each other. There was a bottle of wine that had been opened, and re-stopped with the cork, chilling in an ice bucket on the table beside the couch, along with four glasses.
As Jaquan grabbed the bottle and began to pour wine into the glasses, Abbie and I made small talk. She complimented my dress and told me how great I looked. I thanked her, drank a sip of the wine, and pretended to be shy.
“My girlfriend and I,” Colin said in a voice full of seduction, “were wondering if you two have ever swapped before?”
“No,” Jaquan said. “Have you?”
Abbie nodded enthusiastically and matched Colin’s seductive tone. “Is that something you’d be interested in?”
Jaquan stretched an arm over the back of the couch and pulled me closer, nuzzling into the side of my neck. “I don’t know.” His breath was hot right beside my ear. “What do you think?” He mouthed kisses against my neck like I needed to be persuaded. “Do you want to?”
I didn’t have to fake being breathless. “How would it work?”
She leaned over and coursed a hand provocatively up my leg, drawing patterns on the top of my thigh with the tip of a finger. “Well, you and I could start while the guys watch.”
It was intoxicating having Jaquan’s lips on my sensitive skin and Abbie’s finger teasing me, all while Colin watched from the other end of the couch. His eyes were heavy with lust, and a satisfied smile lurked at the edges of his mouth.
He liked seeing me like this as I struggled not to drown in desire.
It got harder when Abbie hooked a finger around the strap of my dress and peeled it oh-so-slowly down. The fabric clung to my skin and caught on my pebbled nipple for a moment until it finally fell free.
The air in the room heated and thickened, making time slow.
Her mouth was on my breast and her hand worked its way up my skirt, while Jaquan eased the other strap down, trapping my arms at my sides. When her fingers found my clit, I moaned. The sound of it made Colin shift on the couch.
So he could touch her.
While he watched me.
Jaquan picked up my leg and draped it over his, opening me more to Abbie’s touch. Her eager fingers slid inside me, making me gasp with pleasure. She nipped at my breasts while she fucked me with her fingers, and Jaquan’s hand smoothed up and down my leg, stroking me sensually.
But my gaze was locked on the one person who wasn’t touching me—the one I most wanted to. My focus bounced between Colin’s handsome face and the movement of his hands as he inched Abbie’s skirt up, revealing her teal-colored panties.
My chest rose and fell heavily with my ragged breath.
He reached around her body to slide his hand down the front of her underwear, causing her to let out an appreciative sigh. He was touching her, but he was watching me, and just the connection of our gazes was more powerful than any other contact.