Acting Witchy (Witch Hunters) by Thayer King Read Free Book Online

was pulled carefully to the side so that her mound was protected as he began to move between her legs. Her fingers dug into his muscled shoulders. It was all she could do not to toss her head back and moan as he rode her. She bit her lip to control herself. Sound was not necessary for this scene as music would play over it. Moviegoers would be treated to perhaps a three to five minute clip of their actions. She felt like she’d been beneath Sean for hours.
    He buried his face in her neck. “I want you so bad,” he groaned. “This is torture. I’m going to explode.” Unable to speak, she threaded her fingers through his soft black curls. “Tell me that you want me.”
    “Cut!” Steven clapped his hands. “Great work, kids. I think we’ve got enough.”
    “Shit,” Sean muttered. “I don’t think I can move.”
    “Roll over,” she said, relieved Steven had called a halt to their scene. She pushed at Sean’s shoulders. “We’re not alone,” she hissed when he didn’t move right away.
    “How do you do it?” He shifted, bunching the sheet about his waist so that his erection was not visible.
    “Do what?” She tied her thong and pulled up the straps of the tank she wore. Her robe was on the floor beside the bed. She shrugged into it.
    “How do you turn it off so quick?”
    She swallowed. “Do you ever quit?” Her gaze travelled over his bare torso, taking in his sculpted arms, hard pectoral muscles and ripped abs before skittering away.
    “I would if I truly thought you didn’t want this as much as me.”
    “Has it occurred to you that even if I wanted you, I might not want to act on it?” When he didn’t answer, she left to get dressed. She looked forward to a long cool shower once she got back to the hotel.
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
    Sean was brooding. He glared at the beautiful night view out his window. Mystique was driving him mad. Today they’d filmed a carefree frolicking beach scene to be used in a musical montage. For the first time, his emotions were getting in the way of his acting. Mystique had worn a skimpy white one piece swimsuit that was classy and sexy at once. Portraying a light and whimsical mood was difficult for him when he was so frustrated with her.
    She’d played with him in the sand and water as though nothing was amiss. They’d danced together under the stars and she’d pretended as though the rigid bar of his cock wasn’t digging into her belly.
    He admitted to himself that he was at a loss as to how to get through to her. He’d asked her to dinner and she’d turned him down. Aside from work, she wasn’t willing to spend any time with him. It was novel to have a woman spurn his affections.
    His phone emitted a tone from his front pocket. He pulled it out and answered without checking the caller ID. “Hello?”
    “Go to sleep already. It’s almost two in the morning there,” Keith lamented from California.
    He grinned. Only one year separated their births. Keith was the older sibling but in many ways, they were like twins. They shared a close connection. He could always tell when Keith was hurt or unhappy. Likewise, his brother could do the same for him. “I’m not sleepy.”
    “Well your brooding is making me antsy.” Keith yawned. “Want to tell me about it so that I get some work done?”
    He hesitated. “It’s Mystique.”
    “Yeah?”
    “I know she wants me, but she keeps telling me no.”
    “What is it with you and this woman? Is this just about sex or do you want more?”
    “More. Everything. I want it all.”
    Keith paused. “Do you think she’s your one?”
    “One what?”
    “Sorry, I forgot who I was talking to. You were happy enough to skate by with just looks and charm and not actually do any studies.”
    “Spare me the lecture.”
    “Every witch has his one—his soul mate. Once you find her, you begin to have vivid dreams of her that she will share with you. There’s more but since you aren’t in the mood for a lecture…”
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