Page 38 of Snow Balled

I held my hand up in front of my face, providing a barrier between us. “And… scene,” I said as I brought it down.

Sierra blinked and looked into my eyes in surprise. Then she laughed.

“Did I use that correctly?” I asked cautiously, wanting to make sure I was talking to the real Sierra and not her evil, older twin.

“Yep.”

“Good. I couldn’t remember what it was for a moment.”

She laughed again. “You could have just said cut.”

Crap, that would’ve been smart. “I didn’t think of it. You scared all thoughts right out of my head.”

Sierra grinned. She seemed so playful and light compared to what she had been like a few minutes ago. “Surely you weren’t truly frightened of little old me?”

“Not you—your assertive doppelganger. I think I would’ve been more relaxed with the angry British chef.”

She was amused. “I kind of like that. I’m not used to intimidating people.”

I nearly scoffed at that. She was drop-dead gorgeous and a famous actress, and she thought she didn’t ever intimidate anyone? “Trust me, Scary Sierra is a real thing.”

The glint in her eyes was the only warning I got before the cougar returned. She crawled toward me, her luscious hair hanging down, obscuring the fact that she was wearing a bulky sweatshirt. “Have you ever kissed an older woman?”

My cock was rock hard now. “Sierra—”

She was right next to me, her knee touching my thigh as she stared me down. “I know things girls your age don’t.”

She was such a damn good actress that I completely believed her—as did my cock. Out of desperation to do the right thing, I shoved a throw pillow between us. “Here, look, another puppy.”

Batting the pillow aside, she ran her fingers up my arm, cupping my face. “I can teach you.”

Her voice was liquid sex. I wanted to grab her, pin her back against the cushions, and devour her mouth, but I knew I couldn’t. To her, it was just a fun game. I grabbed her wrist, pulling it away from my face, but her other hand slid up my thigh.

“Snap out of it.” She was starting to freak me out, as if she was in a trance. I need to get her to break character, and I didn’t thinkand scenewould hack it this time.

Then I thought of a way. A slightly evil way, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

I put my hand on her thigh and slid it up her leg. My fingers glided over her hip and up under her hoodie until I found her waist.

Then I dug my fingers in.

She shrieked as I tickled her, giggling madly as she tried to get away. But I still had her wrist in my hand, and I held her tightly as I tickled her ribs. She’d tortured me with her spot-on interpretation of an older woman on the prowl—now it was my turn to give a little back.

Sierra tried to twist away, but all she managed to do was to fall against me, slumping against my chest. God, her curves felt good against me—just like her silky skin did under my fingers.

“I’m sorry,” she gasped in between giggles. “Please, I’ll be good.”

Shit. There was definitely part of me that liked hearing her beg. It was the same part of me that liked the way she squirmed around on top of me. But I relented, easing my fingers off her side. Besides, if she kept yelping like that, Carter and Tristan would probably come storming down here, demanding to know what the hell I was doing to her.

They probably already knew what I’dliketo be doing to her.

Sierra’s squirming ceased as she sprawled across my lap, her back against my armrest. She shook her head at me while she tried to catch her breath. Finally, she spoke. “That’s no way to treat your elders.”

I laughed. “What the hell got into you? I thought I was going to have to call the guys down to protect my virtue.”

She rolled her eyes at that. “I wanted to prove to you that I could act.”

“You did. Several times over. And besides, we just saw you in a trailer for a huge movie. I’d say that proves you can act.”

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