The gynecologist lifts the sheet covering my legs, bunching it up on my knees.

“Can you see what’s causing the terrible itch, Doctor?” I ask, worry lacing my voice.

“It seems to be a yeast infection,” the doctor answers with a serious demeanor.

“Oh, no.” I gasp. “What should I do?”

“Well,” he looks up at me, his brow creased as he gestures at my vagina. “Let’s ask her what she wants.”

We both look up and around, then a squeaky feminine voice booms around us.

“Candida? How about Candi-don’t!” the high-pitched voice says with a chipper. “For quick relief, ask your local pharmacist for Albigone, an all-natural solution for vaginal yeast by Nature’s Cures Solutions Inc. No prescription required!”

“You heard my vagina, Doc,” I say with a broad smile and a peppy tone, ignoring the production assistant standing across from me, shaking with laughter. “Point me to the closet pharmacy!”

“And that’s a cut!” the director yells. “Great job everyone.”

I hop off the examination chair, hugging my co-actor, Dougg with two Gs, and scattering smiles all around as I make my way to the makeshift dressing room.

Patrick is leaning on the wall next to the door, legs crossed at the ankles, looking up when he hears me approach.

“Well done,” he says with a mischievous smile.

“Screw you, Pat.” I stand in front of him with one hand on my hip. “You think I didn’t see you laughing?”

“I’m still surprised you managed to keep a straight face. Only took five takes.”

“Unlike you, I’m a professional.”

“I know.” He uncrosses his ankles and takes a step closer. “Which is why I’ve waited for the filming to wrap before asking you out.”

I look up at him, catching his evergreen gaze, which is serious for a change. This isn’t a total surprise. Patrick’s been flirting with me since shooting started a couple of weeks ago and I’ve been flirting right back.

Still, I’m hesitant. Last time I tried dating someone from the business. It did not go well.

“Come on, Dani, one drink,” he says, his full lips quirking into an endearingly crooked grin. “We’ll even make it cranberry juice.”

“That’s for UTI, you idiot.” I smack his solid chest with a laugh, shaking my head and sighing. “Okay, fine, one drink.”

“Yes.” Patrick pumps his fist. “I’ll wait for you out front.”

I watch as he walks away, his perfect bubble butt flawlessly filling out his jeans, the tight black T hugging his pumped physique, but more than anything it’s the dense curls at the top of his head that do it for me. I’ve always been a sucker for dark curly hair.

With a smile, I enter the dressing room and take off my costume, a simple white t-shirt and spanks, pulling my bright green sundress over my head and throwing my jeans jacket on.

I pull my hair out of the messy bun it’s in, letting the silky blonde canopy fall down my back and shoulders.

Perfect. I smile at my reflection and practically skip outside to meet Patrick.

“Ready?” He flashes me a million-dollar smile, stretching his hand out.

“How is it dark already?” I wonder as I slide my palm into his.

“You were on a closed set all day. It’s easy to lose track of time. “

“Yeah, well, it was the last day I’m in a set for who knows how long, so…”

“Hey.” Patrick stops and turns to face me. “You’re a talented actress, Bella, you’ll get another call soon.” He tucks some strands behind my ear, his touch sending a pleasant warmth through my entire body.

“Thank you,” I say with a smile, my gaze locking onto his. I see the unmistakable heat in them, and the warmth from earlier pools in the pit of my stomach.

“You have beautiful eyes,” Patrick says in a deep rumble.

“So do you.” Patrick laughs at my reply, though his dark green gaze never wavers from mine. My body is humming with endorphins from wrapping up filming and standing so close to Patrick is intoxicating. I’ve already decided how the night was going to end when I agreed to go out with him, and now I don’t want to wait. “I have drinks at my place.”

Patrick’s gaze turns darker and hotter. “Drinks at your place sounds great.”

I take his hand and pull him towards my apartment, only a few blocks away from the set. Patrick looks around the small studio apartment with overt curiosity when I unlock the door and let him in.

“It isn’t much, but it’s mine,” I say with a shrug, hanging our jackets on the coatrack by the door.

“Are you kidding me?” He turns to me with a sexy crooked grin. “I have two roommates. I wish I had a place of my own, and yours looks like it came straight out of an Ikea magazine.”

“Ninety percent of the furniture is secondhand.” I smile, stepping closer to him and placing a hand on his chest. “Interior design is my fallback plan in case acting doesn’t work out.”

“You’ll be almost as good at it as you are at acting.” Patrick slides an arm around my waist and pulls me close.

“Sweet talker,” I tease. “Should I fix you that drink?”

“Later,” he answers, bowing his head to claim my lips. He’s ravenous, his tongue shamelessly pushing into my mouth to tangle with mine until I’m panting under his sweet assault. “I’ve been fantasizing about fucking you for two weeks, Dani, so be a good girl and take your pretty dress off for me.”

“Are you directing me?” I ask with a laugh.

“Yes,” Patrick answers with a serious expression, and my laughter simmers down, making way for liquid heat coursing through my veins.

“Where should I stand?”

“At the foot of the bed.” He points at the exact spot. “Take your clothes off nice and slow.”

I do as he says, stripping of the few garments I’m wearing until I’m standing completely bare in front of him.

“Okay?” I ask.

“Perfect.” Patrick stands in front of me, his thumb pressing into my bottom lip and dragging down, first over my pulse, then grazing a tight nipple, dipping into my naval before tracing the seam of my pussy lips. “Such a good girl, Dani, so wet for me. Lie down on the bed and let me see your pussy.”

I sit and move to the middle of the bed, spreading my legs wide.

“Such a pretty pussy,” Patrick says, toeing off his shoes and pulling his shirt over his head.

“That tattoo is insane,” I whisper in awe. The black ink swirling over Patrick’s dark skin seems almost alive as his muscles flex.

Patrick spreads his arms to the sides and slowly turns to show me the entire tattoo before crawling onto the bed and grabbing both my ankles, pinning one to the bed and lifting the other toward my head.

“Limber.” He says it with a roguish grin, licking his lips to wet them.

“Patrick,” I moan when he puts his mouth on me. Like his kiss, there’s nothing subtle in the way he eats me out. It’s animalistic and hungry, demanding and oh so good.

My fingers tangle into his curls, gripping tight.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp when he sucks on my flesh, vaguely registering that he released my ankles to undo his jeans and glove up, my orgasm thundering through me.

He covers my mouth with his, letting me taste myself on his tongue, slamming deep into me.


“You like that, Dani?” I scream my approval. “I had a feeling you would.”

Patrick keeps pounding me, harder and faster, until I see stars exploding behind my eyes and hear him roar, collapsing on top of me.

“Did I pass the audition?” I ask, and Patrick laughs breathlessly.

“You definitely did.” He perches himself on an elbow and smiles down at me. “Now let’s ask her what she thinks of my performance.”

“Don’t you dare,” I shriek when he bends down as if to talk to my vagina.

“Okay, okay.” He chuckles, standing and raking me with an appreciative gaze. “I’d be happy for that drink now.”

“Sure, what should I fix you?”

“Anything with cranberry juice.” He narrowly escapes the pillow I throw at him, going to clean up in the bathroom.

“Idiot,” I mumble, smiling as I toss on my robe and grab a bottle of vodka from the freezer and some cranberry juice from the fridge.

This is going to be a fun night.

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