Page 14 of Role Play

"Right." I moved to get up and realized that I was still feeling the effects of having her sit in my lap.

Jane tilted her head in confusion. "Are you all right?"

"Uh yeah, I am. I guess I'm just a great method actor. You mentioned that Jacob and Kelly were lovers that had been apart for awhile?"

"That's right."

"Well, when Kelly climbed into Jacob's lap, it stirred up some good time memories."

Jane’s brows bunched together for a second, then she understood. She laughed. "See, and you thought your acting was going to suck."

I got up and walked across the room to stand in front of her. "It helps to have a convincing leading lady." I lifted the script. "Let's see." My eyes scanned to the place where it said to follow Kelly. "Baby, those bad memories will fade. They'll be replaced by the good memories that we'll create when we spend our life together."

She worked up the tears again, and even though they were fake, I hated to see them. "Nothing feels right anymore, Jacob."

I scanned the script. "Jacob kisses Kelly." I looked up. "Is that a line or an action?"

Jane shyly bit her lip. "I think that's an action."

"Awesome." I tossed the script behind me, wrapped my arms around her and kissed her.

Jane hopped up on her toes to circle her arms around my neck. Her lips parted, encouraging a deeper kiss. My hands swept beneath her t-shirt smoothing over her back as she pressed her body harder against mine. The erection she had started when she climbed into my lap had returned and my mind split in two. As badly as I wanted to carry her into the bedroom and strip her naked, I grappled with the notion that I was taking too much advantage of the situation, a situation I had created when I had broken down her door.

But when her small hands slipped under my shirt and her fingers trailed over my chest and stomach, I pushed any strands of guilt away. It was hard to have a conscience when you had an irresistible woman in your arms. At least that was the justification I was going to use.

I took hold of her hand and walked her to the couch, deciding that dragging her straight off to the bedroom might have been pushing it. Without me asking, she climbed right back into my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"I think this was where we were earlier in the script." She nestled her bottom against my hardened cock. "Yes, this was exactly the spot."

I cradled her in my arm and kissed her as my free hand explored her body. I pushed her shirt up above her bra and hooked my finger around the lacy cup. I pulled it down to expose her breast. I lowered my mouth over her and teased her taut nipple with my tongue. She lolled her head back against my arm and pushed her breast harder against my mouth.

I slid my hand down to her fly and unbuttoned it. Then I slipped my hand under her panties. She breathed a sigh of pleasure as my fingers pushed between the folds of her pussy. My cock surged with energy as her moisture coated my fingertips. She spread her thighs wider, inviting me to finger fuck her.

My thumb stayed nestled against her clit as I pushed two fingers into her. "Oh, Aidan," she mewled. Hearing my name roll off her parted lips made me ache with wanting her. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to fuck her.

Cradled in my lap, she rocked against my hand as my fingers dipped deeper. I realized there was nothing more I wanted in the world right then but for her to come hard, sitting there cradled in my arms, writhing against my hand with her perfect ass rubbing seductively against my cock. Even if we didn't make it past this moment on the couch, I would die unhappy if I didn't bring her to a hot, wild climax right then. It might have been a part of that same unexplained possessive, protectiveness I'd felt about her, but I wanted badly to master her body. I needed to know that I could satisfy her, even fully clothed and sitting on the couch. I wanted to make her come.

Her body responded to my touch as I thrummed my thumb over her clit. "Aidan," she moaned and then she brought her thighs together tightening her grip on my hand. She pressed her face against my shoulder, stifling her cry as her pussy clenched around my hand.

I badly wanted to strip her naked and carry her to my room, but I stopped myself. I didn't want to move too fast. She sighed contentedly and relaxed in my arms, curling against my chest with a soft sound that was close to a purr.

A knock on the door startled us both.

She climbed off my lap and quickly buttoned up as if we were teenagers getting caught by parents. "Are you expecting someone?" she asked.

"Not me. Do you think your ex came back?"

"I don't know. I doubt it. He looked pretty scared when he stumbled away."

I went to the door and opened it. Milo, the building supervisor, a guy with a double chin and a massive belly nodded hello. "I thought I might find Jane Briggs here."

Jane came around the door. She had smoothed her hair and straightened her clothes. "Yes, I'm here."

"I've got good news. The door came early. We'll be installing it tomorrow morning." He sneered my direction. "I'll send you the cost for the door and labor."

"That's fine."

The nosy old shit stood there for a second longer, shooting his shifty gaze back and forth between us.

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