Jace's hand squeezed her breast through the thin fabric. Her body trembled, a hot breath spilling from her lips.
Then he kissed her.
Not clumsy like hers. Perfect. His lips moved slow, then deep, pressing just enough. His tongue slipped inside with flawless rhythm, wet and wetter, each motion synced with hers, guiding her into his pace.
Her sloppy attempts melted against him. He kissed like a master, pulling every sound, every breath out of her without force.
While his hands worked her breasts, squeezing harder. His knee slid deeper, pressing her pussy through the fabric, grinding slowly.
After minutes, Jace pulled back, leaving her breathless, trembling.
"Strip," he said, his tone commanding.
But she didn't respond. She couldn't, her mind was blank.
He leaned close, his nose almost touching hers. His voice dropped low. "You can't back away now."
Her eyes flickered. Then, with shaky hands, she loosened the belt of her beige trench coat, the knot slipping free.
The fabric gaped open at the front, baring the outline of her clothes beneath. It was her silent answer.
A smirk tugged Jace's lips. His hands slid over her shoulders, dragging the coat down her arms.
Beneath it, a thin top clung to her body. He pulled it up and over her head, tossing it aside. His fingers went lower, unfastening her leggings, peeling them down her legs along with her panty in one smooth drag.
Last came her bra. He slipped the straps from her shoulders, unhooked it, and let it fall.
Now she lay before him, naked.
Towering above her, he bent and slid his arms under her body, lifting her with ease.
"Ah—!" Noelle gasped, startled.
Then he threw her onto the bed. The mattress bounced under her weight.
Jace untied his robe, the silk falling away, revealing his body.
He climbed over her, his mouth going straight to her chest. His lips closed around her nipple, sucking hard. His other hand gripped her other breast, kneading, twisting her peak.
Noelle bit her lip, muffling a moan, but soft sounds escaped, trembling and high.
Next his right hand slipped down, sliding between her thighs. His fingers rubbed her pussy, pushing past her folds, slipping inside.
"Ahh—!" Her moan spilled out, louder now. Her hips arched into his hand.
He pumped his fingers faster, curling, pressing deeper, until her voice cracked, her body twisting under him. Her climax built, rushing fast.
But he stopped.
Her eyes widened, glazed with heat and confusion. "W-Why… did you stop?"
Jace smirked.
He straightened up, grabbing her waist, pulling her body closer.
Then, with one sharp thrust, his cock slid inside her pussy.
"Ahhh—!" Noelle cried out, gripping his arms.
He fucked her hard, his hips slamming into hers. Her moans filled the room, raw, helpless.
Sweat dampened her forehead. Her voice broke into sharp gasps each time he drove deeper.
Then his pace shifted, slower, heavier. He leaned, his lips brushing her ear.
"Should I cum inside?"
Her eyes fluttered. She whispered, "…Yes."
"I can't understand." His thrust slowed, teasing. "Say it properly."
Her lips trembled. "C-Cum inside."
Jace's grin widened. "Sorry, I can't hear you. Are you asking me to pull out?"
"No…" Her voice was weak, begging.
He slowed more, his tone mocking. "I guess I'll cum outside."
Her hands clung desperately to his back.
"PLEASE CUM INSIDE ME!"
Her scream echoed in the room.
Jace's smirk deepened. His hips slammed faster, harder, reaching the deepest part of her. Her body shook, moans spilling uncontrollably. Her nails dug into his back.
With one final thrust, his cock pulsed, spilling deep inside her.
"Ahhh!" Noelle cried out, her back arching.
Jace groaned low, his body tightening as he emptied himself in her.
Her chest heaved. His weight pressed down.
Silence settled.
They both collapsed, tangled in sweat and heat.
The clock ticked. Ten p.m.
Sleep dragged them under.
Next morning, light seeped through the curtains.
Noelle opened her eyes. Her vision blurred, dizzy at first.
Then slowly it cleared, and she saw herself naked.
Instinct took over. She yanked the blanket up, covering herself.
Then last night's memories crashed back. Her face burned hot.
"No… What have I done…" She pressed the blanket tighter.
"What's the point of being shy now, when the deed's already done?"
Jace's voice came calm, amused.
He stood by the bed, fastening his watch. His hair combed back, face sharp, wearing a crisp white shirt tucked into tailored black pants. Simple, clean, expensive.
Noelle stared. He looked perfect.
Then he stepped forward, climbing on the bed, sitting beside her.
She leaned back, clutching the blanket.
"…S-Sir…" her voice trembled.
Jace leaned close, his face inches from hers. "Last night, I tasted every inch of you…"
His hand rose, brushing through her auburn hair, curling strands around his finger. "…and you were as delicious as the most exquisite meal."
Her cheeks flamed. She pulled the blanket over her head, hiding as if it would erase her shame.
Jace chuckled and stood, straightening his shirt. "If I could, I'd spend the whole day with you. But we have to go."
"W-Where?" she asked, muffled under the blanket.
"Where else? To shooting." He chuckled. "Or did you forget you were an actress?"
"Ah." Noelle yanked the blanket off in a rush and climbed out of bed. Her breasts bounced with the motion, nipples still hard as she hurried toward the bathroom.
Jace smirked. He said loudly, "Take your time. We still have an hour. Let's go together."
"Thank you," she replied softly.
He laughed at her clumsiness, and picked up the hotel phone to order breakfast.
An hour later, they stepped out of the hotel.
Kyra was waiting in the car, expression unreadable as ever.
Jace and Noelle climbed in. The ride was quiet, her face still pink with embarrassment.
When they arrived at the set, murmurs rose.
Eyes followed them.
"Is that him?"
"New super rookie, and our producer?"
"But why is he with actress Noelle?"
"Perhaps they are a… thing?"
"Don't talk rubbish, and get to work!"
Then a young female crew member hurried up, clutching a small notebook.
"Sir, please sign here." She held it out with both hands, catching her breath. Her cheeks flushed pink. "Your acting is amazing."
Jace smiled faintly. "Sure." He signed.
But beside him, Noelle's expression shifted.
Jace tilted his head. "Noelle?"
"I wanted your signature too," she said in a grumpy voice.
Jace replied, still smiling, "Then I'll give you one later."
"But I wanted to be the first." Her lips pouted faintly.
Jace chuckled softly.
Then Director Amelia and Actress Valentina arrived, greeting him politely.
"Mr. Jace, today the scene we'll be shooting—"
Jace raised a hand, silencing Amelia. His expression turned serious.
"Before that, I have something to show you."
They blinked, uneasy.
Inside a tent used as a meeting space, they sat. The air was tight.
A crew member served them coffee in paper cups.
Jace took a sip.
Amelia spoke first, breaking the silence. "Mr. Jace, you look serious… is there an issue?"
Jace set the cup down.
From his shirt pocket, he pulled a small envelope and placed it in front of her.
Amelia opened it, and froze.