Her Redemption

4. Tension

Warning: sexual content

Here in front of me is no longer the scrawny cute boy my younger brother is best friends with. The annoying kid who I babysat and had a silly crush on me.

No. No, it's the Bryan Drake Lawson. Notorious for pleasing women and having the stamina of a fucking stallion. I've never seen his videos, never bothered seeing anything for obvious purposes but now I really wish I had.

He's handsome. He's jaw dropping, panty dropping, panty soaking handsome. Like my thong is drenched already as he stares down at me with a curve on his lips showcasing his one and only dimple on his right cheek. Instead of being a scrawny kid, he's muscular and his both arms are covered in tattoos. His tan skin, smooth like butter. His honey brown eyes and brown wavy hair that's shorter on the sides. And to top it off? He's tall. Like I'm 5'7, which is pretty tall for a girl but he's like 6'8 I believe since I read his chart. He's built like a professional boxer.

And his voice oh my god. The accent alone can make a girl come multiple times. I scold myself silently as I haven't muttered a word and I've just been here gawking him.

"Hi Bryan." I say sucking on my mint as a wave of anxiousness rises inside of me. I try to continue looking at his face since he's shirtless and only wearing dark denim jeans with Nike sneakers.

He looks at my mouth and then grabs a mint from the bowl on the table and plops it into his mouth.

"Emma." He says as he sucks the mint leisurely. It shouldn't turn me on the way he's sucking it nice and slow in his mouth. No, it shouldn't. It also shouldn't turn me on the way he says my name.

I stare at his mouth enjoying the way he rolls his tongue until he bites down onto the mint taking me out of my gaze. A smile so bright shines on his face, no longer having clear braces and has perfectly white teeth.

"You okay?" He asks chucking at my state.

A rush of heat engulfs my cheeks and neck.

Wow, how have the tables have turned. I'm the one fucking blushing this time. How pathetic. I'm 26, and I'm checking out my baby brothers best friend.

It's like I'm in heat and have no control over my body. I mean granted it's been years since someone has fucked me. Like really fucked me. Not like my husband. No let's not talk about him.

I scoff at his smile, grabbing another mint and biting into it instantly. "Fine." I roll my eyes walking away crunching hard on the mint and sit down on a chair. I pick up the script and read it thoroughly, as they prepare the set and sanitize the scene.

The scene today is a living room.

A wife at home, waiting on her husband to get home from work, and the usual hot mail guy comes by dropping off a package and has intercourse with the wife. Hours after the fact, the husband walks in demanding a divorce.

How cliche and convenient with my life, I think to myself rolling my eyes. However, as much as I'd love to be divorced, I doubt he will accept it.

"Luna!"

I put the paper down on the chair as I stand up hearing my industry name.

Luna

A nickname my dad use to call me.

Luna Riles

Riles because my middle name is Riley.

I walk onto the set as the camera crew are ready in place. The lights are on, and Melissa guides me where I need to be. I'm sitting on the grey L shaped couch reading an erotic novel. I grab the book, sitting down with my feet plopped on the ottoman. I take deep breaths as I hear them speak to Drake.

Slow down my beating heart. It feels like it will explode out of my chest, suddenly feeling deaf as I can only hear my blood pumping erratically and loudly.

Melissa walks up to me her brown eyes concerned. "You ready?"

I nod my head, exhaling slowly as I get myself to relax.

It's not my first time and it won't be my last. It's okay. It's just Drake. Act like you don't know him.

"And action!" Melissa shouts as she sits down behind a screen. Mark nods his head at me and points towards the crew.

I pretend to read this terribly written novel, flipping through the pages casually as a doorbell rings. I stand, place my book facedown on the round coffee table and tighten my robe as I walk on over to the fake white door. I look through the fake peephole.

This is it

You got this Luna

This is why you're expensive

You may be a mom but you're still hot 

I open the door slowly with a shaking hand, mentally cringing at my state, as I look up at Drake.

He's holding a box and an iPad in one hand. Wearing a tight mailman shirt and jeans.

Fuck.

We get into the script, he comes inside placing the box down. It's casual and easy going and suddenly all my nerves disappear as we continue the script. It's like riding a bike, once you get the hang of it, it's smooth and easy.

I pretend to drop the pen turning and bending down to get it, hearing him mumble a fuck under his breath and get back up to write a scramble of words on the iPad.

"You like what you see?" I smirk biting my lip as I pass him back the iPad and pen.

Drake swallows nodding his head. I can visibly see his throat bob and the action has me rubbing my thighs together.

"I'm all alone today." I pout.

"Yeah?" He says gruffly licking his lips. I follow his tongue enjoying the way it wets his pink full lips.

"Yeah." I rasp feeling it get hot in here. I tug on my robe string wanting to take it off but refrain because it's not part of the scene yet.

"What do you want me to do about it?" He asks walking slowly up to me as he places the box down and iPad next to the door.

I strain my neck up staring into his eyes. They're filled with desire and lust. I've never seen him look at me this way before. And I'm sure mine mirror his perfectly.

I lick my lips, suddenly feeling my mouth parch. "Fuck me." I say confidently despite my body shaking like a leaf.

"You want me to fuck you?" He asks, his minty breath hitting my face.

Please

"Yes." I say grabbing onto his shirt with both hands and pulling him closer to me.

My body burns instantly as his chest grazes mine making my nipples pucker.

"What about your husband?" He places a wet kiss on my neck making goosebumps rise on my arms and chest. His hands skim my waist rubbing the silk of my robe.

"Fuck the husband out of me."

A/n:

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