“And who would you report me to?” he said with a soft, sexy laugh that had her thinking of him tying her up to a bedpost, stripping her naked, and— “The mean police? Nobody gives a shit. Just ten minutes ago Rob over there told me off for reasons I don’t quite get, but that’s Rob.
“He’s tired and direct and doesn’t have time for shit. Deal with it, princess. We’re all here to do a job, and mine’s right over there,” he said, pointing to a more secluded part of the set area. “So if you’re bleeding or faint or get eaten by one of those ‘furry creatures,’ I’ll be over there, by that trailer, my makeshift base for all things medical related.”
God, the man was insufferable. So why did her pussy pulse with every word that delicious man said?
Shaking his head, Ion laughed. “Do you see where I’m pointing? I have a feeling you’ll be needing it. Those ridiculous heels alone are going to get you seriously hurt, if not killed, out here.”
Jill looked down at her thousand-dollar Lobita 70 Manolos. They were her first pair bought with inheritance money her aunt had left her a month ago. An indulgent splurge, and she wanted to wear them everywhere, all the time, even here. They were a tiny bit impractical…but now she had to wear them and not switch to the cute AF Gizeh Birkenstocks she’d bought in anticipation of this trip. Screw that Ion guy. She’d strut in these bad-boy Manolos and deal with the consequences like a queen.
Princess, please.
“Oh yeah, well…I… You suck, Ion Kontis!”
So much for keeping it cool and not letting him know how much he rattled her.
Those tight pants fit over his ass—no. Oh. Hell. Nothing got her juices flowing faster than a man in uniform. God help her.
Why couldn’t he be homely or something? And less funny, with a smile that was lopsided rather than enhanced by the sexiest lines that shot up with every wicked grin on his tanned skin.
“Nope, no men, not allowed. Pinky swears are serious business,” she muttered to herself, all too aware of how crazy she must seem. She was actually here, in the middle of a movie set, her first teaching gig as an on-set instructor. Talk about making your dreams come true. It had taken a good year to even get off the waiting list.
Pulling herself together, Jill smoothed her skirt down and straightened her hair. She didn’t have a clue where to go or how to find her boss, but she unfortunately knew someone who might.
Heading to the van, Jill internally grunted, hating having to admit defeat on any level, especially to THE MOST ANNOYING GUY IN THE WORLD. But at the same time, she couldn’t quell the jumpy feeling in her stomach that only intensified the closer she moved toward the van.
What the hell, traitorous body?
No sex for four months might do that to a girl when around a Canadian god of fit and fine form like Ion.
Dammit, no! No sexual attraction. No sexy thoughts. No desire, none.
Okay, think of things that dampen libidos… Pee-wee Herman. Crying babies. Men with open shirts, gold chains, and hair popping out…
Those images blurred, and an Adonis popped into her head.
Noooooooo.
Ion naked and on her bed was not the image she needed or wanted.
The van door was open, so Jill peeked her head around to look inside. Not seeing him, she started to put her foot on the metal lift when she felt firm, warm hands around her hips.
“Here, let me help you with that,” came a too-sexy Canadian lilt that could only be one man.
His gentle touch sent shivers through her.
Oh for fuck’s sake.
“I got it, I got this, thanks,” Jill said, removing her shoes and tossing them inside the van, and then heaving herself into it. Ion jumped up and made his way to the bed that was at the back, sitting on it, one ankle resting on the other leg. His tan was deep and dark, as were his eyes and hair that had literally been kissed by the sun. It was good hair, thick and lush, with a swoop to the left and long bangs that softly brushed his cheek. Douchebag hair, according to her roommate and best friend Casey. It was obvious he spent a lot of time outdoors doing outdoorsy things, and that only made Jill feel fainter.
Get yourself together, girl.
“So, to what do I owe this honor? Does something hurt? Ache?”
Yes. Something ached. Dear God, did it ever, and the only remedy was that man inside of her, now. But that was beyond the services he offered. Right?
“You know what, this was… I have to go, now. I…” And with that Jill did exactly as she feared and landed smack on her ass.
“Jesus. Hey. You okay? Let’s get you on the bed where you’ll be more comfortable and I can assess things better.” Ion lifted Jill from the floor in a way that made her feel she was living a scene from King Kong. Damsel in distress was not the card she played, but she liked how it felt with Ion. And then it was over as he rested her on the firm mattress.
“I’m fine, really. I’m okay. Probably just dehydrated or something. Do you have water and some electrolytes you can add to it?” Jill asked, attempting to get into a sitting position.
Pressing a firm hand against her chest between her breasts, Ion coaxed Jill back to lying down. “You can’t get up yet, young lady. Paramedic’s orders.” He handed her a plastic cup filled with cold pink-tinted water. He lifted her head so she could take a sip, his fingers laced through her hair in a sweet gesture of concern. “Small sips. And yes, I added electrolyte powder, so drink up.”
His voice was soft and gentle, and he looked at her kindly with piercing blue eyes. Jill finally understood all those romance books she’d devoured in high school. Because Lord have mercy, his eyes were indeed a deep, piercing blue. Not cliché. Goddamn fact.
“Ugh,” Jill said, sliding her head from under Ion’s hands and letting it smack heavily against the surprisingly feathery pillow.
“You okay?” Ion asked, getting up to close the van door and then sitting back down on the bed beside her.
She had to give it to him—he looked really concerned. Maybe he wasn’t such an ass after all. Lifting herself up to rest on her elbows, Jill looked him dead in the eye and said, “Yes, fine.” Apart from the ache filling every pore of my body, yeah. “Just fine. Super-duper fine.”
“So, what brings you here to my part of the world?” he asked, extending his arm to pass her the water again. “Take a few more sips. Does your head hurt at all? Feeling light-headed?”
Jill took the cup and downed it in one go. “No, my head is fine. And this is my first day as an on-set teacher. Decker Hues is my student. I was actually here to ask if you know where I go. Jessie Paoli hired me, but I have no idea where to find her and haven’t seen a teen boy running around, so I was hoping…you could steer me in the right direction.”
Ion ran a hand through his hair. It was all Jill could do not to grab the pillow and stifle a long scream into it. The stupidest things were turning her on with this guy.
On the one hand, she was relieved to know she wasn’t broken when it came to sexual attraction. After her split from Lina months ago, she wasn’t sure she’d ever feel anything ever again for anybody––of either sex.
Until he came along.
“Yeah, Decker never gets here before noon. I think it’s even in his contract. More for his manager mom than him. She’s a fucking pill, be warned.” Ion placed a cool hand on Jill’s forehead. “And you, I’d never have pegged as a teacher. I mean, furry creatures. Really?” he said, leaning in so close she could feel his warm breath sweep across the bridge of her nose. “That’s not a very educated thing to say,” he said.
OMG how cute is he?
Do not kiss him.
Do. Not. Kiss. Him.
“Uh, yeah, I’m board certified, believe it or not. Pretty smart, actually. Member of Mensa. Honestly, I think this place has me losing my mind. In quite a few ways. I am definitely not, you know, feeling like myself,” Jill said, very definitely needing to get some air. “I assure you I know what a raccoon is. I think I need more water or some
thing. A cookie, even.”
Ion leaned in a tad bit closer and said, “Or something? Like what, exactly? Tell me and maybe I can make it happen. All you gotta do is ask. Nicely.”
The thought of being utterly and completely honest almost passed from her brain to her lips. Of telling Ion how he made her feel—Jill threw her legs over the side of the van’s bed. “I should go. Don’t want to get fired on the first day. Any idea where I can find Jessie?”
Ion pressed a hand to her shoulder and looked her dead in the eyes. “Only if you’re feeling fine. Stand up and walk around a couple of minutes here so I can be sure you won’t faint again. Though I do have that effect on women,” he said with a teasing chuckle. To which Jill rolled her eyes.
Just then the van’s door was thrown wide open and a five-foot-nothing surly teenager came crashing through the doorway. His brown hair was a decade behind the times (Bieber at sixteen, anyone?). “Hey, man, I cut my finger on the script. Got a Band-Aid?”
Jill got up from the bed, brushing her skirt down. “I should go, let you get to it.” But she just stood there, not making her way to the door, fixed to the spot, eyes on Ion, who was for once quiet.
“Uh, yeah, looks like I got another patient on hand. But, hey, this is Decker Hues. Decker, this is Jill, your new on-set teacher.”
“Nice to meet you, Jill,” Decker said, lifting his hand in a wave. “We study in trailer D, but I kinda decide when I want to study, so give me your number and I’ll text you when I’m ready.”
Ion looked at Jill and shook his head. “The kid is lying. Hard. You can find Jessie in trailer A at the edge of the site. You can’t miss it. It has the awning and patio furniture set up out front. Talk to her to get Decker’s schedule. Come back if you’re feeling…faint…again.”
Jill couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
In the future they’d only associate in groups, in the open.
“Pinky swear to self,” she said on a sigh, closing the van door behind her.
Chapter Three
Two hours later
“So tell me again how many hours it is back to the city?”
Ion shot Jill a stern stare. He stood up from packing her bags into his medi-van and closed the sliding side door a little harder than he’d intended.
“Three hours’ driving time, roughly, and then add on whatever time for stops we make. Now get in the front, please. I have to get there as soon as possible.”
She plopped herself in the passenger seat, her arms wrapped around a pink wallet thing that was sitting in her lap. This woman had no sense of what being in the woods meant.
“That purse is ridiculous, you know that, right?”
Silence. She leaned her head back against the seat and closed her eyes, a small sigh of frustration seeping from her glossy, full lips.
“Thanks for the ride. I do appreciate it. It’s funny how this one kid has two adults dropping everything to follow him. I mean, I know it’s our job and everything, but still. What reason did his mom give again? And I thought you were the emergency guy, so why didn’t they come to you instead of going to a hospital in Toronto? None of this really adds up.”
Ion had started the van and was making his way onto the highway. There’d be no cell service for a good hour, so he couldn’t check up on Decker quite yet. “Yeah, the whole thing is a bit off, I agree. I have a hunch this has something to do with that YouTuber he follows who’s doing a live show in town tonight rather than the sprained-ankle reason his mom gave. I have to follow them and make sure he’s okay. Protocol. But it’s really more a formality than anything else. So sit back and enjoy the ride.”
Leaning in a bit closer to the driver side, Jill placed her bag on the floor and turned on the radio. “You really think he’s making up some excuse to cut out of work? I can’t believe his mom would help him with that.”
“He’s spoiled, and she caters to it. End of story.”
“I guess.” Jill reclined her seat and stretched her long legs out in front of her, which pitched her mini skirt to mid upper thigh. Which pitched a full hard tent inside Ion’s pants.
Christ. Not the reaction he needed for the ride. But those legs were so smooth all he wanted to do was feel how silky they were beneath his fingertips…and before he knew what was happening, his traitorous fingers were resting on her kneecap. She looked over at him and smiled.
His heart rate had picked up…was he getting flushed? He needed to pull over before he got too distracted. Things were taking an unexpected but interesting turn. It wouldn’t put them too far behind Decker.
Flipping on the signal light, though there was zero traffic to contend with, Ion pulled over to the side of the road and shut the ignition off. Turning to Jill, he saw her eyes were open, but she wasn’t saying anything, just looking at him. She was as goddamn hungry as he was. Their chemistry was undeniable, and he was about to satisfy his craving.
“Yes?” was all he said, needing to make sure he read the situation right.
“Yes,” was all she said back.
Placing his hand back on her thigh, he slipped his hand inside her skirt and started moving it up toward her pussy, slowly. A soft moan escaped from Jill’s lips, and it only made his dick harder. He hadn’t been turned on in a long time.
When his hand hit the V between her thighs, he loved that she hadn’t shaved fully and left what felt like a little strip of hair for him to play with, travel his fingers along and through. It was erotic as hell. His face buried between her legs was what he needed, to dive in to drink her sweet juice.
Jill moaned louder now and reclined her seat so it was as far back as it could go. Ion positioned himself so the elbow of his free arm rested on her seat while his other hand continued to explore.
“Finger me, Ion,” Jill said, opening her eyes and looking at him so intensely it fired an animal instinct in him so raw and bare he growled low in the base of his throat.
“You don’t need to worry about that,” he said gruffly; he could barely speak, let alone think clearly at this point.
She was so wet and slick. Her hands on his cock had to happen soon or he’d explode. Which he wanted…but not quite yet.
Looking up at Jill’s face, he saw arousal settling deeply. She was in need. “I’m going to make you come, gorgeous, so hard you’ll be begging this Canadian for more.”
“I’m begging now,” she said, pulling her thong to the side and placing his index and middle finger inside her wet pussy.
“I have a better idea. I desperately need to taste you.” And with that he crouched down in front of her. “Move the seat back more,” he commanded, and she complied.
He pushed her skirt up across her midsection and pulled down her thong, slipping it off one ankle, then the next. “Teal lace. Sexy as fuck,” Ion said, tucking them into his pant pocket.
Jill sighed and spread her legs a bit more. “Less talk.”
To which Ion laughed low. “Yes, ma’am.” Parting her pussy lips, he moved his head in hungrily and let the tip of his tongue gingerly flick against the soft tissue of her labia. He grabbed her clit between his lips and started sucking on it, his hands gripped to the sides of her hips, pulling her down closer to him.
“Just like that,” she whispered softly. Her hands were in his hair, tugging.
He shoved his tongue inside and started licking deeply. Jill bucked, and he found the rim of her ass and pressed his thumb against the opening, which sent her spiraling.
“You like that, don’t you?” Licking hard and fast, he brought her to the brink again, and then tipped her over by pressing his finger on the rim.
Coming up to her level, Ion placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “You’re fun, even if you are a bit annoying and wildly impractical.” He smiled and then laughed when she cuffed him on the back of the head.
“You’re equally annoying in your Boy Scout, I-commune-with-nature-on-the-regular kind of way. But you just gave me the best damn orgasm of my life, so you’ll do for now.
”
He sat back in the driver’s seat. “That was nothing. I plan on giving you at least two like that for the road. And the end will be the grand finale, because then I’m going to come, and I plan on fucking every inch of you till we collapse in a pile.”
“I almost forgot we were on a mission. We should get going so we’re not too far behind. The last thing I need is to get fired on my first day. Is this a scenic route we’re taking?” Jill asked.
“Ha, yes, it’s beautiful, so sit back and take it all in,” he said with a flirty wink.
She was a playground. This was going to be one hell of a fun road trip, short as it might be.
Chapter Four
How could someone who drove her so crazy…drive her sooo crazy?
Jill lifted the seat recliner bar so she could be upright again and take in the gorgeous view of trees and nothingness. Maybe she’d see a moose. She really was in what seemed to be the backwoods of Ontario.
She was one lucky girl.
This was not how she thought Canada was going to go down, and she certainly didn’t think she’d be out looking for her student.
She couldn’t remember the last time she had this much fun.
Yeah, she dressed cute and like she always had a party to go to, and she often did, but most of her time the past six years had been spent studying and trying to make something of her life.
Throwing her arm outside her window, cupping her hand to catch the warm summer air, Jill craned her neck to look at Ion. “So, were you born here or in Greece? What’s your story?”
Ion grabbed his water bottle and took a long swig before replying. “Are we in the getting-to-know-you phase of our relationship now?” he said cheekily.
Jill pinched his upper arm. “Don’t be a smart-ass. We’re stuck here for hours, and you did just have your face between my thighs, so try to be civil.”
“I’m kidding. And I think we just common-grounded very well, thank you. But yes, born in Canada to Greek parents, in Toronto, but my yaya raised me along with my dad,” he said, opening the console. “Here, try one of these. My yaya made them.” Ion lifted a creamy sweet custard bougatsa to Jill’s face. “Take a bite. It’ll be another decision you won’t regret today.”
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