Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

Jerricka wasn't sure if she was a genius or a lunatic. What she did know was that if the women who weren't needed on the set didn't get somewhere and stop staring at her man, she was going to hurt some feelings. They acted like they had nothing better to do than stand around watching Thiago swing a sledgehammer at a piece of drywall.

Granted, he looked insanely sexy doing it. And... Technically she wasn't strictly needed to fix anyone's wardrobe issues. So, she should've been somewhere else at the time. But he was her man. She could ogle him all she wanted.

When the director instructed Thiago to glare at the bad guy, then cross his arms over his chest, Jerricka had to cross her legs and look away. The way it ratcheted his sexy up ten notches was ridiculous—especially considering the level he was already working with.

"Who the hell is that guy and why is he half naked?"

Thank goodness the director had just yelled cut. Jerricka looked to her right to see a scowling Denzel Reyes standing there. Only because she knew what was going on, and that the woman in question was madly in love with someone else, did it not bother Jerricka for Dom to be standing so close to Thiago wearing one of her dimpled smiles.

He hadn't asked anyone in particular, so Jerricka provided the answer.

"Thiago Dominguez. He's with me."

Denzel glanced at her before returning his gaze to Dom and Thiago. "If he's with you, why is he over there?"

She couldn't blame him for his bout of jealousy. Not when she was prepared to tell some folks about themselves for standing around looking at Thiago. They hadn't even come within ten feet of him and she was ready for action.

"He's doing us a favor, filling in for someone would couldn't be here. He's not wearing a shirt because I made him take it off."

Once she confessed to being the reason there was a shirtless man withing fifteen feet of Dom, Denzel turned his full attention onto Jerricka.

"Jerricka Bishop, correct?"

"That's me."

His expression softened as he extended a hand. "Nice to finally meet you. Dominique has mentioned you many times. You're very talented."

Against her will, a blush crept into Jerricka's cheeks at his praise.

"Thank you, Mr. Reyes. It's nice to meet you as well."

"Are you enjoying your more permanent position with the studio?"

A wide smile was added to the blush as Jerricka prepared to reply. However, her response was interrupted.

"Dulzura?"

Thiago's use of the pet name in a questioning voice drew both of their attention. He stood a few feet away with the sledge hammer dangling from one hand and his gaze bouncing between her and Denzel.

Seeking to break the thick veil of testosterone clogging the area, Jerricka stepped closer to him, taking his free hand. She tangled her fingers with his then squeezed his bicep.

"Baby, come let me introduce you to Denzel Reyes."

Despite the two of them spending unnecessary time sizing one another up, they eventually fell into cordial conversation. Denzel warmed up more when he learned Thiago was allowing them to use his property, and he'd signed a contract with the studio for future work as well.

Once there wasn't enough natural light and they didn't have enough light stands to simulate the sun, the director called it quits for the day. It wasn't a moment too soon for Jerricka. If she had to watch Thiago swing that big hammer one more time, she was going to combust.

She'd always found men who worked with their hands sexy. Seeing her man not only knocking shit down, but building it back up had her squirming. He didn't make things better by shooting her knowing grins whenever he caught her staring. Jerricka no longer cared about the other women gawking. Her sole focus was on the big man making promises with his eyes.

After the director called the day, she went back to the wardrobe trailer to perform her normal end of the day tasks. She'd just finished separating the items requiring laundering from the one's that would need to be worn again, when the door opened. She looked up to see Thiago climbing the last step.

He was drying his hands on a towel as he entered. So, she figured he stopped by the shower area to clean up. Except he was still wearing the bibbed coveralls from earlier.

"Oh, hey. I'm almost done."

Dropping the bag near the door, she walked back to the racks. She'd just stretched out her arm to straighten an item when Thiago grasped her around the waist, pulling her body back into his.

"Thiago!" Jerricka whisper-screamed as she looked up over her shoulder at him. "What are you doing?"

"Did you think you could get away with eye-fucking me for hours and not suffer the consequences?"

Her answer died in her throat because Thiago followed his question with decisive action. Latching on to the sensitive spot below her ear, his fingers deftly flicked the button of her pants open, and he slid one hand inside. It took him less than a minute to discover her already primed status, drawing a groan as he dipped his fingers into her channel.

"You're so wet, Dulzura. Were you thinking about what you wanted to do to me while you watched me working in the hot sun?" Hm?"

Why the man thought she could form coherent sentences was a mystery. But, since he didn't give her time to answer, it didn't matter.

"While you were planning what you wanted to do to me, did you consider that I might want to do something to you? Like strip you naked and fuck you where you stand?"

"Thiago..." Jerricka wasn't sure if she was begging him to stop or keep going.

His response said he thought it was the former. With one hand still in her pants torturing her bud, he used the other to guide hers to his hardened shaft.

"No, Dulzura. You did this. You have to take your punishment like a good girl."

Despite the rough fabric separating her from his stiffness, Jerricka instinctively wrapped her fingers around his shaft as much as the material allowed. When he moved his hips, taking the thickness out of her reach, her pout was immediate, but short-lived.

She quickly found her upper half leaned on top of the drafting style table, with her pants yanked down and her core being filled with the length she'd wanted so badly to touch. She was getting all the touching she could handle, and then some.

"Ah! Thiago!"

Whether someone could hear them through the thin trailer walls wasn't a thought in Jerricka's mind. She was too busy holding onto her sanity by a thread while Thiago plundered her pussy like a pirate who stumbled upon a cache of treasure. He knocked every filthy thought she'd had earlier from her mind until they came tumbling from her lips. She only stopped when he tipped her head back capturing her mouth in an upside-down kiss.

Plunging into her relentlessly, he didn't slow until her walls clamped down on his thickness while she was in the throes of an orgasm. Even with him covering her mouth with his, her scream was audible. His groan soon followed as his cock jerked inside her, releasing his seed.

Afterwards, once they'd cleaned up enough for Jerricka not to feel self-conscious, they left the trailer. She was relieved to see there was no one standing nearby. Thinking they'd managed to not be overheard, Jerricka's shoulders relaxed.

"Good night you two. I'll see you in the morning."

Jerricka nearly gave herself whiplash from turning her head so quickly. Standing on the opposite side of the trailer were Dominique and Denzel. While Dominique gave Jerricka a knowing smirk, Jerricka couldn't bring herself to even look at Denzel.

Thiago simply slipped his arm around her shoulders, giving her a squeeze. Leaning over, he spoke low enough to keep their conversation private.

"Don't go getting shy on me now, Dulzura. That was just the opening act. The show really starts when we get home."