Wanna Play (Ghost Unit, Book Three) by Gail Faulkner

seriously and expected everyone else to do the same. Now as he held her, his respect for her naturally generous personality grew into admiration. And then there was the dangerous side of her. She was a stunning huntress who tempted with the promise of wicked risk in every movement. If a guy was lucky enough to get next to her in an intimate way, it was because she wanted him to.
     
    He was damn sure she could make any man fall for her in less than a day. Look where his sorry ass was headed. Uncomfortable with the possibility that there could be someone else out there who had a right to hold her but didn’t have the skills for this situation, he decided to make the most of his opportunity. It occurred to him that it might not be exactly ethical to use this pretend relationship to build a real one. That thought just made him smile. Too damn bad.
     
    Her body shifted on his lap as she chatted and he began to suspect it wasn’t all accidental. That sweet ass was rubbing his cock and the little witch knew what she was doing.
     
    His hand slid down her bottom as he leaned into her ear. “Something you’re interested in keeping up, Sheena?”
     
    Jas looked down and bit her lip so the others wouldn’t see her smile. Conversation flowed around them in a heated exchange over which comic book superhero had been best portrayed in a movie.
     
    “That has been up all morning, Huckleberry,” she informed him in a private tone only he could hear.
     
    “And here I thought you wanted me for my mind.” Blaster sighed mournfully. “Now I find all you’re checking is the equipment.”
     
    “Oh I do want you for your mind. The part you think with is your most attractive feature.” Jas’ eyes danced as her ass shifted again. “I was just wondering how deep your thought process could go.”
     
    Blaster gritted his teeth through the caress to already engorged nerve endings. “Do that again and we’ll be going to the truck to discuss it, woman. You just said you wanted me and my thoughts. In hillbilly speak, you proposed to me.”
     
    “Gawd, I love it when you translate.” Her lashes fluttered in mock innocence. “Just takes my breath away.”
     
    “I’ve even got a clean towel in there. So behave. That equals a hillbilly Hilton, ya know.”
     
    Laughing softly, she stood. He immediately moved his chair into the table to be sure he was covered from the waist down.
     
    Jas trailed a hand across the width of his shoulders. He was sexy, smart and funny. Damn, she hoped he was what he appeared. Bending to brush his lips, there was no resisting the temptation to taste him. Her tongue sneaked a lick. “Gotta go to work, lover,” she purred for the audience’s benefit. Blaster’s eyes narrowed on her as she straightened.
     
    “I’ll be waiting,” was his only comment as Jas strode to the set, smiling.
     
    They filmed until the summer sun went down. It was nine p.m. before the set was packed and everyone left the site. Then Jas was in the sound trailer with Barry going over the day’s takes. It’d been a good day of work and both of them were excited that they’d gotten a little ahead of schedule. Around eleven they finally left the sound trailer and headed to their rooms.
     
    Jas was dead tired. Throughout the afternoon Blaster had made sure she had enough Gatorade or something to eat if she wanted it. He’d been amazed at how physically hard it was to make an action movie. His respect for everyone involved increased as he watched them pour out every bit of energy they possessed for the camera.
     
    When the two of them reached her motel room door, Jas glanced at him with an eyebrow raised in question.
     
    “Let me have a look around, woman,” Blaster growled. “Just because we haven’t heard from them today doesn’t mean they gave up.”
     
    He entered the room while she leaned on the wall outside. Apparently she didn’t have the energy to argue.
     
    The room was clean. He came out the door and