The word "Cut" usually acted like a physical barrier in my world. It was the moment the heat died, the moment the sweat felt cold, and the moment the man on top of me became a stranger again. But as Gary’s voice echoed through the warehouse, Jaxon didn’t pull away. He didn’t reach for a towel. He didn’t even blink.His fingers dug into my hips, his knuckles white against my pale skin, anchoring me to the fake leather of the sofa. He was still moving, a heavy, rhythmic assault that had nothing to do with the storyboard."Jaxon, stop! We got the shot!" Gary yelled, his shadow dancing across the floor as he approached the edge of the set. "The light is blowing out, man! Reset for the close-up!"Jaxon didn't even look at him. He leaned down, his mouth hovering just an inch from my ear, his breath coming in jagged, burning hitches. "Tell him to leave, Cherisse," he growled, his voice a gravelly ruin that vibrated through my entire chest. "Tell him if he doesn't walk away right now, I’m goi
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