Crossing The Line (A Taboo Love series Book 3)

Crossing The Line (A Taboo Love series Book 3) by Andria Large, M.D. Saperstein

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clothing. I’m seriously psyched about us getting naked together. I have seen Parker naked already, but I’m dying for another look. The man is perfection. I could care less if I get hard in front of the crew. It’s mostly men anyway and I’m not ashamed of my body's reaction to physical contact, whether it’s with a woman or a man. But Parker, he is so concerned about what people will think of him. That people will think he is gay.
    Parker kisses me back, but it’s nothing like the heated one that we shared at his place. I drag my hands down over his neck and down his chest. Parker’s grip on my hips tightens slightly as he pulls a breath in through his nose. My hands slip lower, over his rock hard abs before stopping at the top of his dress pants.
    "You’re gonna have to do better than this," I rasp against his lips.
    Parker pulls back slightly. "What do you want from me?" he asks, his voice pained.
    "At least act like you fucking want it and enjoy it. How are you going to do it on screen if you can't do it when it's just the two of us?" I snap as I start yanking at his belt buckle to get it open.
    Parker’s head falls forward, his forehead landing on my shoulder. He sighs heavily, his hands sliding around my waist to hug me. "I'm sorry, Chance, I'm just...you have no idea how torn up I am inside, how utterly lost I am, how confused and scared I am," he whispers.
    I sigh and place a hand on the back of his head. "This is not going to make you gay.  This movie is...it's just a part you're playing. You are not your character. So what if you get turned on in the process? Find me a guy who wouldn't. Us men, we're easy, it's just our nature."
    Parker lets out a reluctant chuckle and lifts his head. His blue eyes glittering with amusement. "You know, you're making it really hard to keep disliking you," he murmurs, a hint of a smile on his face.
    I bark out a laugh and shake his head. “Yeah, ditto."
    He snorts.
    I watch him for a moment and something passes between us. Some kind of connection that hadn't been there before. We are wrapped in each other’s arms, staring at each other. My heart is pounding. I have a feeling that I’m not going to be coming out of this experience the same man. I like this feeling of being in another man's arms way too much for me to ever go back. Well, not exactly any man's arms. It’s Parker’s arms that I enjoy. I don’t think that I’d feel this way about any other man.
    Parker then bends his head down and captures my lips. I immediately moan. This is what I’ve been craving for two weeks now, being back in Parker’s arms. I am just about to undo his pants when there is a knock on the trailer door. Parker jumps back so fast that he ends up pushing me, and I almost fall into the door. He quickly buckles his belt then moves to sit on the couch. He leans forward, putting his elbows on his knees, and clasping his hands together in front of his mouth.
    "Yeah?" I growl in frustration at the door.
    The door opens and the director's assistant Morgan peeks her head in. "Mr. Hamilton, Mr. Steele, Jerry is ready for you now," she says, glancing between the two of us.
    "Thanks, Morgan, we'll be right there," I say with a tight smile.
    She nods before leaving, shutting the door behind her.
    Parker lets out a breath that he has apparently been holding and covers his face with his hands.
    "Looks like we're out of time," I mutter. "Come on, Ramone.” I use a new nickname to lighten the tension now surrounding us. It’s suffocating. “Pull yourself together. We have a sex scene to shoot." 
    “Ramone? Seriously. And where did you come up with that gem?” he asks sarcastically, and I’m glad he took the bait.
    “I don’t know, I was just thinking. Hamilton. Shortened to Hamil. Dorothy Hamil. Dorothy. She’s from the Wizard of Oz. Ooh, Ozzy Osborne. He’s in the band Black Sabbath. Which made me ponder...What is my favorite band? Then I came up with the Ramones. See? That’s how I got

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