Page 19 of Role Play

Chapter Sixteen

Aidan

Jane sweptaround the front room of the beach house and I realized one of the things I found totally hot about her was that she moved gracefully, like a dancer. She finally landed and stood still at the front window. I watched her sweetly curved form tucked seductively in her shorts and t-shirt as she stared down at the view below.

"So this is what filthy rich feels like?" She turned back to me. "Which reminds me. You never answered my question. Why the heck are you living in that rundown apartment building?"

"It was the only place in the city that still had an apartment for lease. I'm building a house just outside of the city borders." I walked over and pulled her into my arms. "And I'm extremely glad that I chose that apartment. What should we do first? I know what I want to do."

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. "Hold that thought. My agent was going to let me know how my audition went." She hesitated before looking at the text message. "Be prepared to console me." Her brows lifted up and down. "If you catch my drift."

"Oh, I catch it and I'm prepared for some heavy duty consoling. It's great that you have such an easy-going attitude about it."

"That comes from nearly two years of rejections. They are still disappointing, but I'm always expecting it. Makes it easier to hear. And this particular audition was far-fetched. I would have a better chance of picking up a winning lotto ticket than getting this movie part. Even though I did have a stellar practice partner." She looked at her phone and stared at it for a long moment with no reaction.

"Well?" I asked.

She squealed and jumped around.

"Did you get the part? Is my new girlfriend going to be a movie star?"

Jane froze and stared up at me. "Did you just call me your girlfriend?"

The words had slipped out in a moment of excitement. Had I actually used the word girlfriend? I couldn't remember the last time I'd said those two syllables. It was entirely possibly that I'd never said them. But I didn't want to take them back.

"Maybe." My indecisive response was due strictly to male pride. I didn't want to assume she was my girlfriend until I knew she wanted to be part of that equation.

Jane smiled and pressed herself against me. "I'll take maybe. And, no, I'm not a movie star yet. I've only been called back for a second round of auditions, which in my world is a big deal." She put her phone back into her pocket. "Now, we were talking about what to do first. I was just thinking that I haven’t had a proper tour of the house yet. I'm assuming there is a luxury bedroom to go with this posh living room."

"Why yes there is."

"Nice. Did I mention that good news makes me very horny?"

"You did not mention that, but it's good to know." I took hold of her hand and led her down the hallway to the bedroom that I used when I was staying at the house.

Jane stepped inside the room and swirled around, ready to comment on the furnishings or view or something like that, but I had no patience to hear it. It had been nearly a two hour drive to the beach, and I was ready as hell to have her in my arms.

I leaned my arm up against the tall bed post and nodded her direction. "New role play. I'm the director and you are my sweet, innocent actress who needs to be directed. And interestingly enough, this next scene starts with the leading lady stripping naked. And action."

Jane lifted off her shirt. "But what about you?"

I shook my head. "I'm the director, remember? Now move this along, sweetie. Time is money in the movie business."

She laughed softly as she slipped out of her sandals and shorts. "I've got to admit this is making me pretty hot." She removed her bra and tossed it dramatically aside. She was down to just her panties. She hesitated, especially when she noticed the hungry look that I could no longer tamp down. I had already memorized the mild curve of her hip, the pert, tight nipples in the center of her round, milky breasts and her slender, sleek thighs. I wanted those thighs wrapped around my head as I brought her to climax with my tongue.

"Jane, take off the panties." My voice grew husky as my entire body tensed with wanting her. She had caught the change in tone, and a pink blush covered her skin as she pushed off the panties. She held them up and dropped them. "It's your movie set, Mr. Director. Tell me what to do next."

I walked to the head of the bed and grabbed two of the pillows. I centered them in the middle of the mattress. "Come here," I commanded.

She moved with that ballerina liquid grace to the bed. I took her hand and helped her up onto the tall bed. "Drape your body over those pillows."

She followed my directions and lowered her body over the pillows so that her tight little ass was high in the air. She rested her face and hands against the quilt.

I walked to the end of the bed. She fidgeted a little as if she was nervous.

"Relax, leading lady. You're the star in this scene, remember? Now spread those knees wider so I can get a perfectly unobstructed view."

She hesitantly spread her knees wider, exposing her pussy. I couldn't stop the tortured groan that followed as my cock jammed painfully against my fly. "Now I really wish I had a fucking camera," I muttered.

---