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

from Hamilton to Ramone,” I state, as simply as if I was telling him that the sky is blue. I am the king of distraction.
    He looks at me disbelievingly. “I don’t know if I should be offended that you got Ramone from Hamilton, or embarrassed for you that your favorite band is the Ramones,” Parker says incredulously. Why isn’t he laughing?
    I smile wryly. “Well, it was either that or Hendrix. I didn’t think you would appreciate being called Jimi.” I laugh nervously.
    Parker leans his head back and lets out a bark of a laugh. I needed that. He shakes his head at me and starts to walk away. “No, Steele, I don’t suppose I would.”
    With that, I head out of the trailer and follow him to the set.

    Parker
    I stare at the open set door. Fuck! It’s now or never. I was just kissing Chance and we would have gone even further if we weren’t interrupted. My mind is swirling. What would Chance have done to me had he been able to keep going? Did it matter? Whatever it was, I had wanted it, and wanted it bad. This is going to be a disaster. I am already hard and now the crew will think I’ve switched teams. Which I haven’t. Have I?
    I groan then push my feet to step on set. When I walked out of the trailer, I shut the door behind me, only to see Chance open it again, walking behind me toward the set. The sneak distracted me with that Ramone ditty, but now I’m back to being caught up in my own thoughts.  My body slows down as my mind continues to race, giving him the opportunity to strut past me. I have to admit, the man is built perfectly. I watch him walk...no...swagger, is more like it. Something about it, I find attractive. He doesn’t have anything feminine about him, he is all male, and it makes my heart race for whatever reason.
    Chance slows then comes to a stop at the door to the set. He turns, his eyes immediately meeting mine. He motions with his head for me to follow as he goes inside. I take a deep breath and force myself to move.
    When I walk on set, it is set up like the hotel room Wade and Jackson are staying in. I walk over to the director and Chance so that we can go over how the scene is going to go. Once we are all clear, we take our places. Both of us are shirtless and Jackson is supposed to be helping Wade clean up some cuts on his back before the scene gets more heated. And boy does it get steamy.
    "CUT!" calls Jerry, the director.
    I collapse down next to Chance in the bed, shifting the sheet that covers us so that I can lie on my back. We are both sweaty, and I am so turned on that I am just about ready to fuck Chance for real, which scares the shit out of me. Chance is lying on his stomach under the sheet. We are both naked underneath, having both opted out of the modesty pouch thingy; it wouldn't have stayed, anyway, as we are both hard as rocks. I throw my arm over my eyes and try to slow my heart rate and control my desire. Thank god for the sheet, otherwise everyone would have known that I was literally rubbing my erection between Chance’s ass cheeks. It felt incredible and I almost came right before Jerry called “cut.” Chance must have been close, too, because he was panting and his moans were sounding very real.
    Chance’s hand stretches out and pats me on the chest. "Good job, buddy," he mutters.
    "Shit, man, I almost lost it. A couple more seconds and you would have had jizz on your back," I whisper.
    I feel Chance shift next to me so I lift my arm to see what he is doing. He has lifted his head and is now smiling lazily at me. I can’t help but return the smile.
    "What?" I ask, curious about the look on his face.
    "Nothin’," he says, shaking his head.
    I narrow my eyes at him but let it go. "I think I'm gonna need to get laid tonight," I mutter, staring up at the ceiling.
    Chance shifts closer and I can feel his breath on my lips. "You can fuck me," he whispers so quietly that I’m not sure I hear him right.
    I lift my arm again, my eyes wide. "What?" I