A Humble Heart (Hollywood Hearts #1)(86)

Edward let Dana push him down until she was leaning over him. She moved on top of him, keeping him covered as she leaned over and kissed his mouth greedily. He kept his hands stretched out on their sides firmly on her bottom to add extra cover in case she slipped.

He began thrusting up to meet her movements. She moaned into his mouth and cried out. He copied her seconds later. She fell against him, panting.

“Cut!” the director yelled.

At least a dozen people were suddenly crowding the small set. Robes were brought to them. Dana’s was placed over her back while she remained on him. She worked her arms through the sleeves as Edward helped her. When she sat up he pulled the robe closed and tied it tightly. She remained sitting on him as he struggled to pull his robe on. Once he was ready to cover himself up she moved quickly off him.

Eric walked onto the set, grinning. “Give us a minute, people,” he said loudly. In a matter of seconds the set was cleared.

“You guys did great,” Eric said. He seemed amused and not pissed, thankfully.

“Thank you.” Edward and Dana said in unison.

Eric placed a finger against his lips, looking thoughtful. “I just have one question, um, we didn’t accidentally just make a  p**n , did we?” he chuckled.

“Eric!” Dana gasped.

“Take it as a compliment, sweetheart. He’s telling us it looked real,” Edward said, trying to sound casual. It had been damn close. Damn close.

“Yes, it looked real. You were giving the cameramen heart attacks! Your sister had to run from the room, I think she’s hyperventilating around here somewhere.” Eric looked around the closed set.

“If you, gentlemen, will excuse me. I’m going to get dressed and work a little bit before the next scene.” Dana kissed Edward on the cheek and smiled at Eric as she made her way to their dressing room. She pulled the bathrobe tighter and wasn’t stopping for anything.

She thought the love scene was going fine until she felt Edward’s erection. Then all was lost. It took everything she had not to grind against it. His swift thinking probably saved them from a lifetime of humiliation. It was hard to pretend the orgasm, but she would have done anything to get the hell out of there before she really did lose it.

Bret stood outside their dressing room, making sure no one snuck inside. She said hello and told him he could go take a break. She wanted to be alone so she could work. Knowing someone was standing outside her door was too distracting. It was bad enough Edward would be coming in at any moment to get dressed.

He was a huge distraction.

Dana dressed quickly in her favorite cargo khaki pants that thankfully still fit and a tee shirt and threw her shoes on for good measure. They had two more sex scenes for the movie to work on this week as well as several other scenes. They were trying to squeeze some extra scenes in because of the impending union strike and her impending huge stomach. When it hit it would put them behind schedule for however long it took both sides to agree on a contract.

She pulled out her laptop from her hiding place, under the couch, way in back behind books. The door opened as she was straightening everything on the coffee table. Edward walked in smiling.

“Don’t worry I’m just getting dressed then I’m out of here. I’m shooting a scene in an hour and I have to get over to make-up.” Edward leaned over and kissed her lips gently.

Dana nodded and yawned. Edward narrowed his eyes on her. She looked exhausted. “That’s it.” He closed her computer and placed it back under the couch.

She jumped to her feet. “Edward, what are you doing?”

He moved a throw pillow to the end of the couch and grabbed a blanket. “Lie down, you’re exhausted.”

She looked like she was going to argue, but he wasn’t hearing it. He picked her up and placed her on the couch and tucked her in.

“But I’m not tired!” she whined.

“Just humor me,” he said dryly. He kissed the top of her head. Edward dressed quickly and shut the light off, leaving a night light on. “Get some sleep.”

She closed her eyes and muttered a few choice words as she slowly fell asleep. She wasn’t sure how long she'd slept when she saw Edward sneak back into the room. He quietly walked over to her.

“You feel better?”

She nodded sleepily and began closing her eyes again. “Scoot over, sweetheart.” She moved to the edge and waited as Edward climbed on the couch to lie behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her tightly against him and kissed the top of her head.

“Go back to sleep, baby, it’s okay. I’ve got you,” he whispered against her ear.

She tried to force her eyes open, but they were so heavy. “I’m sorry, baby. I don’t know why I’m so exhausted.”

He laughed softly. “Might have something to do with you being pregnant with my children. Just relax. We’re all set for another two hours.”

“Edward?”

“Yes?”

“What happens if they strike before the film is finished and I’m really fat when we start filming again?”

“I don’t know. Eric said he doesn’t foresee any problems. He said if that happens we’ll have to use body doubles for you. I hope it doesn’t come to that. I want you off your feet and resting as soon as you can.” He kissed her neck.