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  “Get her pregnant as soon as you slip a ring on her finger.”

  Jillian carrying his child. The idea made his heart race a little faster. They hadn’t talked about children, yet the idea of little girls with golden curls and their mother’s spirit was appealing. He’d seen Jillian interact with her niece and knew she would someday be an amazing mother.

  No, he didn’t want kids yet. He wanted to give Jillian his undivided attention first. Enjoy her. Spoil her. Show her the world. They would talk about babies in a couple of years.

  “Here she comes,” Barbs said. “See you back in the States on Saturday.”

  Lex heard her, but his focus had shifted to Jillian. As usual, once she commanded his attention, everyone and everything else ceased to matter. She still wore her padded suit and wig, and the crazy makeup that covered her natural beauty, yet she managed to take his breath away. Perhaps it was her smile, or the twinkle in her turquoise eyes. Or maybe it was the knowledge that behind the Hollywood mask was an extraordinary woman and she was his. He might panic every time she did a stunt, but as soon as she was done, he felt nothing but awe and pride, and the need to connect with her in the most basic sense. He’d done his share of extreme sports and knew the euphoria accompanying it. He wanted to share hers.

  “Done?” he asked.

  “Yes.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and sighed. “Let’s go home.”

  Home. He loved that she now considered his place home. They started toward the blocked end of the viaduct, where the limo and the trailers were parked. The bridge was closed to traffic though Barbs had mentioned a lane being opened later in the afternoon. They’d be gone by then.

  Troy and Douglas were talking by the limo. The younger man saw them first and said something to Douglas.

  “Thanks for Troy. He’s made my life so much easier I wonder why I complained about hiring him in the first place.”

  “That’s because I know your needs before you voice them.”

  She bumped him with her head. “What am I thinking right now?”

  He glanced down at her and grinned. “You want to use my body to burn the adrenaline rush after your stunt. And before you ask, the answer is yes. Use me. All you have to do is name the place. The plane, the trailer, or the limo.”

  She laughed, her voice carrying and drawing the attention of the crew. Some nodded. Others waved. A few mentioned seeing her on Saturday. “Are Faith and her seamstress in the limo?”

  “No, the plane.”

  She bit her lower lip and eyed the limo, where Douglas waited patiently. Troy had disappeared inside, so they wouldn’t be alone.

  “The trailer.” She grabbed Lex’s hand and pulled him toward the trailer. He locked the door behind them. “How did you know about the adrenaline and stunts?”

  “Get naked first, talk later,” he said, shrugging off his blazer. He threw it on the couch. Her wig landed on top of it. While he closed the curtains, she tore through her padded suit.

  “Usually, I run or ride my bike, but—”

  “You can ride me now.” He turned from closing the last curtain, and his breath caught. Jillian stood at the other end of the trailer in a thong, her breasts released from their binding confinement. The welts crisscrossing her flesh bothered him. She should not be binding her breasts to play someone’s double. She should be giving out orders, not receiving them. His eyes followed the slope of each mound to the pebbled peaks before meeting her eyes.

  “I’m ready, and you’re still dressed,” she said, fingers sliding under the strings of her thong and playing with it. She lifted a foot and planted it on the nearest chair, then slowly slid a hand under the front fold and stroked herself.

  Lex’s breathing became erratic. Her boldness and the challenge to step up his game or she’d take care of her own needs was such a turn-on. He needed to own her and control her pleasure.

  He yanked the tails of his shirt from his pants and started toward her. “How ready?”

  She stroked herself again and teased, “Come here and find out.”

  “I want a nude painting of you hanging in our bedroom,” he said in a voice he didn’t recognize as his.

  She chuckled, eyes sparkling. “Why would you want a copy when you already have the real thing?”

  “I want to immortalize you.” He shed the shirt and reached for his belt. “One day, your portrait will hang in a museum, and people will come from all over the world to marvel at your beauty.”

  “You are insane, but whatever makes you happy,” she said, reaching for his belt. “Now, if you want to make me happy, you’d get naked faster.”

  Her lack of inhibition never failed to excite him. Nudging her fumbling hands aside, he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and underwear down to bare his painfully hard erection. Her eyes found him and darkened with desire. As if possible, he grew harder.

  “I’m serious about the painting.”

  “I know.” She kissed his chest and raked his stomach with her nails. His mindless organ leaped with anticipation, but she deliberately teased her way up and circled his neck. “Anything for you.”

  He lifted her up, pinned her against the wall of the trailer, and crushed her lips with his. His blood sang with euphoria, heart pounding with need.

  “Take me right here, right now, Lex,” Jillian panted when he let her go.

  He shook his head. The raging need pulsing through him said they’d rock and possibly tilt the damn trailer if he took her against the wall. “Not here.”

  He took the necessary steps that brought him to the only bedroom in the trailer and dropped her in the middle of the bed. He joined her, hands reaching for each other, lips devouring as they strained against each other.

  “Don’t make me wait,” she gasped.

  “Not this time.” He slid her thong off her hips, lifting her legs and almost folding her in two. Her perfect pussy glistened in invitation, and for one insane beat, he contemplated slowing things down just so he could bury his face between her thighs and taste her. God, she was perfect. And tempting. And sexy.

  No, the blood pounding in his veins needed something primal. He needed to bury himself deep inside her. He needed to connect with her soul.

  He drove into her in one smooth move, and she cried out at the thorough invasion. He didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath. He withdrew and plunged into her again.

  “Lex,” she screamed.

  “You want me to slow down?”

  “God no. Give me more.”

  “Anything for you,” he repeated her earlier words and thrust into her again and again. He didn’t have to keep her legs up anymore. They were over his shoulders, her hips rocking upward to meet his.

  She writhed and pumped against him, her wetness drenching his cock and the scent of her arousal filling the air. Her skin glowed, and her eyes grew unfocused. He angled his hips, so every thrust slid against her throbbing clit.

  “Are you going to come for me, baby?”

  “Yes.”

  “How hard?”

  “Mind. Fucking. Blowing. Hard.” She pushed harder and harder against him, her moans filling the room. As he kissed her and reveled in her response, Lex accepted a humbling fact. Being able to control Jillian’s pleasure was a privilege and an honor, not a right. He was lucky she allowed him to participate as an equal partner, sometimes leading and sometimes following, because she could easily pleasure herself without him.

  Her muscles tightened around him, and he knew she was close. He rolled over so he was on his back and she was astride him. “Then ride. Ride and take me with you.”

  Her eyes feverish, sweat glistening on her skin, she picked a fast tempo. The look of pure bliss on her face was breathtaking. He stroked her warm skin. Cupped her breasts and teased her nipples.

  She took him on the wildest ride of his life, changing positions every few minutes, driving him a little insane. Making him watch as she rode him, bracing herself against his thighs and giving him the opportu
nity to rub his thumb against her wet clit, lowering herself and offering him her tits while grinding herself against him. He couldn’t take it anymore. He gripped her hips and joined in on her fun.

  Her body went taut. Then she convulsed. He pulled her to him and swallowed her screams. His body shuddered, his stomach clenching as he found his release. When she lifted her head, Jillian rained kisses all over his face. He smiled. They should not have started this in the trailer.

  “I don’t want to get up,” he said.

  She laughed, which was the wrong thing to do because her muscles clenched around him and his mindless cock responded. She went still.

  He chuckled. “That won’t work either.”

  “We can’t do this again. Douglas is probably going numb from standing still outside the limo door all this time.”

  Lex wasn’t worried about Douglas. Douglas had been with him long enough to know when to alter plans. Lex didn’t even need to contact him.

  Lex stretched. He needed a long nap, preferably with his fiancée. Jillian was busy searching for something on the ground, her perfect naked ass in the air. He wanted her again. He sat up and swatted her ass.

  “You don’t want to start that, handsome, because I spank back and I’m not gentle. Where did you throw my thong?”

  He had no idea, but he helped her search for it. “You sure Lander didn’t come in here and we were too busy to notice?”

  “Don’t joke.” She hauled a large bag from a closet, fished out a dress from it, and stepped into it. Watching her shimmy into it had him swallowing with need. He could never get used to the way he reacted to her. It was mind-boggling, yet refreshing. He had no plans to get bored in this marriage.

  Lex pulled on his pants and found her lacey thong under them. He dangled it on his fingers. “Look what I found.”

  She dove for it, but he lifted the thong out of her reach, transferred it to his other hand, and pocketed it. “Finders keepers.”

  She crossed her arms. “Front pocket? Really? You just want us to play pocket pool, don’t you?”

  He hadn’t heard that expression in years. “Can we?”

  Jillian laughed. “You are into some kinky shit, Lex Fitzgerald.”

  She had no idea. He had a few naughty things planned for their honeymoon. He went to the main part of the trailer where he’d left his shirt and jacket.

  “This trailer is an improvement from the last one, but not by much,” he called out.

  “Don’t even think about it,” Jillian warned, opening a window in the bedroom to let in fresh air.

  “Think about what?”

  “I heard it in your voice, you faker. You’re not buying me a new trailer. I like to hang out with the crew during filming, so this one”—she joined him and waved a hand to indicate the trailer—“is perfect for all of us.”

  He closed the gap between them, pulled her into his arms, and swept a hand along the curve of her ass. Bold and beautiful. Man, the woman pleased him to no end.

  “Have you ever thought of producing or directing a movie?”

  She tilted her head sideways. Then she wrinkled her nose. “Not really. You know how that saying goes—once a stuntwoman always a stuntwoman. Doing stunts is in my blood. Nothing gives me the same high.” She kissed him and added, “No, you do, but stunts come a close second.”

  “Ouch. I need to up my game. And what better time than when I have your undivided attention during our honeymoon?” He opened the door and checked outside, blocking Jillian from view. He might have stifled her screams, but they tended to be loud and he didn’t want anyone embarrassing her because they’d overheard them.

  The crew was still filming and Douglas was no longer standing by the limo. Sounds of laughter and voices came from nearby trailers, which had the words Wardrobe and Makeup printed on the side. No one paid him any attention, and no hidden reporters jumped out to take pictures.

  Lex went down the steps and lifted Jillian. “For our honeymoon, choose anywhere around the world, and that’s where we’ll go.”

  “Really?”

  He kissed her knuckles. “Really.”

  She hugged his arm. “Hmmm, somewhere sunny.”

  “Damn. I was hoping you’d say somewhere cold. I have wonderful ideas on how to keep us warm.”

  She chuckled. “One track mind. Bet it involves a lot of snuggling under covers and kissing.”

  “Snuggling? I plan to make stunts feel like foreplay. Close second will become a distant second.” He pressed a kiss on her temple. He already had a villa waiting for them in St. Martin, but they could head to Alaska for all he cared. He stopped outside the limo, cupped her face, and gave her a languid kiss. “If you want the sun, I’ll give you the sun. If you want the moon, I can get us as close to it as possible. The Space Station is still receiving visitors. I’m an anywhere kind of man.”

  She grinned. “I’ve noticed that. How about you surprise me? Tell me what to pack and I’ll pack it.”

  St. Martin had nude beaches. “Or not.” The driver opened the door for them, but Douglas also left his front passenger seat. “Do we have a new flight plan?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good.” His team worked like a well-oiled machine. Whenever he had a change in schedule, they adjusted their plans accordingly. Douglas could anticipate most of his needs without talking to him.

  Troy smiled briefly at them and went back to whatever he’d been doing on his tablet. Jillian curled up beside Lex, rested her head on his lap, and closed her eyes. She was asleep before they left the city. She didn’t even wake up while he carried her inside the plane. She mumbled something and curled against him.

  In less than an hour, they were in the air. While she slept, he caught up on work. He’d shifted appointments around yesterday, but some were too pressing. Yoshi Hujimura was flying to the United States next week with his wife and son.

  While he waited for Hujimura Jr, he studied Jillian. She looked so angelic, not the temptress who stroked his fires with just a look. He might panic whenever she did a stunt, but she was worth it. The worrying came with the laughter and the mind-numbing sex, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

  After finalizing Hujimura’s itinerary, he called his secretary, Paula, then Eddie, his cousin and the soon-to-be sole owner of Leeds—the motorcycle company they’d started together. He’d just finished the paperwork that would give Eddie full control of Leeds.

  Eddie was in the middle of a meeting, but promised to call him back. Lex put the phone down and pinched the bridge between his eyes.

  “Hey,” Jillian whispered, and he looked up. She sat up, her hair mussed and eyes dewy from sleep. “We’re in the air already? Why didn’t you wake me up?” Then she groaned. “Oh no. Did you carry me inside?”

  He chuckled and walked to her side. “No, I dragged you up the air stairs feet first.” She smacked his thigh and scooted to create space for him. He settled beside her, brushed a soft kiss on her temple, and closed his eyes.

  “You look tired,” she said, finger-combing his hair. “You should have rested with me.”

  “Then I would not have talked to Ryo Hujimura. They’re arriving on Thursday, visiting the factory on Friday, and leaving the next day for New York. The wives want to do some shopping. I think we’ll have a dinner party for them on Friday.”

  She frowned. “What can I do to help?”

  He snuggled with her. “We need entertainment on Friday evening. Until Paula finds out what they like, I’m not sure what to do with them.”

  “When do you sign the contract?”

  “Friday after the factory visit, if things go according to plan.” His phone rang. He took one look at it and sat up. It was Rod. “I need to take this.”

  “No, honey. You need to rest.” Jillian took the phone from his hand and brought it to her ear. “Yes?” She angled her head. “Oh, hi, Rod. It’s Jillian.” She laughed. “I’m his assistant for now. Can he call you back? Thank you.” She hung up and put the phone
on the side table. “Come here.” She slid back on the pillow and opened her arms.

  Helpless against the tenderness in her eyes, he settled in her arms and allowed her to stroke his hair and cheek. “I can’t rest when my face is pressed against your chest.”

  “Shh, stop talking and close your eyes.”

  He did, but he wanted to know why Rod was calling him. His friends didn’t just call to say hi. He turned his head and listened to Jillian’s heartbeat. She smelled so good. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

  ~*~

  Lex must have fallen asleep because when he opened his eyes, Jillian was gone and two hours had passed. They’d be landing in about thirty minutes. He stretched and grinned. He was well rested and energized.

  He tended to push himself hard when it came to work. Came from years of knowing his family was depending on him. Not just to be there for them, but also to show them he had his shit together after his father had died. So he’d mourned his father’s death in the privacy of his bedroom at night, but stayed strong and stoic during the day. His mother had dealt with her grief better. Like her, the twins had adjusted faster, too. His sister Jade hadn’t and had married a much older man, a father figure. Lex didn’t understand the psychobabble, but he’d accepted and respected her choices and he’d assumed she was okay. Turned out her piece of shit husband had become emotionally abusive. Once Lex had learned what was going on, the man had to go. He’d made sure the bastard paid for hurting his baby sister. Jade was okay now. Physically fragile because of her heart, but mentally stronger and happy.

  It was amazing what love could do to a person when given freely and openly without the mind games people played. His brothers, his sister, and cousins had it, and watching them, he’d longed for the same kind of relationship. He’d seen the potential of having it with Jillian, and she’d just proven it. She was the one. The whole package. The woman who completed him. Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. She had known he needed to let go and had taken charge. Just like last night. But the cuffs weren’t going to be necessary from now on.