Second Act (His Chance 1)

“Actually, if it’s alright with you, I’d like the room we saw at the back of the house with the glass doors leading to a patio. I assume your master suite is upstairs.”

“Sounds great.”

“Do you need anything else for tonight?”

“No, but thank you for everything. I’ll see you in the morning.” We said goodnight, and he went to get his things from the SUV.

After I filled bowls with food and water for the cat, I grabbed my luggage and carried it upstairs, where I found a beautiful bedroom with a balcony. Since my phone was almost out of charge, I pulled my tablet from the messenger bag and used it to place a video call to Lorenzo. When he appeared on the screen, I grinned and said, “You’re actually awake, even though I was right about not getting here until three a.m.”

“I took a nap earlier to make sure I didn’t miss your call. Are you at the house?”

“Yeah, I arrived about fifteen minutes ago.”

“How is it?”

“Ridiculously nice. Look at this bedroom.” I panned the tablet around, then propped it up against a pillow while I sat on the bed and took off my shoes and socks. “The house is huge, so I begged my P.A. to stay here instead of a hotel. It’s way too much for one person.”

“What’s your assistant like?”

“He’s great, really friendly and down-to-earth. I forwarded his number to you earlier, by the way, in case you need to reach me while I’m on set or whatever.”

“Thanks for doing that. So, how was your flight?” Lorenzo shifted in bed while we were talking, and I glimpsed his bare shoulder. It shouldn’t have seemed so unbelievably sexy.

“Uneventful, and as it turns out, exactly long enough to read the script from start to finish.”

“What did you think of it?”

“It’s fantastic, and I’m glad they stayed true to the book. But now that the story’s been pared down to just actions and dialog, so much is left open to interpretation, and I’m worried about getting it right. I’d give anything to be able to sit down with the author, even just for fifteen minutes, and ask him what the characters were thinking and feeling in some of these key scenes.”

Lorenzo asked, “Is that an option?”

“Sadly, no. I asked about it, but the author turned down the studio’s offer to sit in on filming. He’s basically a total hermit, so that’s not really a surprise.”

While we were chatting, I took off my dark gray suit and white dress shirt, which made Lorenzo joke, “Well, damn. If I’d known it was going to be that kind of video call, I’d have put on something sexy for you.”

I chuckled and reminded him, “You already waited until three to hear from me. I didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer while I changed.”

“As far as I’m concerned, you called at the perfect time.” I climbed onto the bed and stretched out on my side, and he said, “You’re probably pretty tired, right? I should let you get to bed.”

“Actually, I’m wide awake.”

He sighed and shifted positions again. “I’m so mad at myself right now.”

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t spend all of last night making love to you. We were right there, in the same bed, and I let the opportunity pass us by. Now you’re miles away and I’m aching to touch you, but I can’t.”

“I did the exact same thing.”

“What the hell were we thinking?”

I shrugged and said, “I was about to leave for a month. I guess we were both trying to disengage a bit to make it easier.”

“Well, it didn’t work. There was nothing easy about you going away.”

“No, there wasn’t.”

He watched me for a few moments before asking, “Can we please do this every night? Just a quick video call to check in with each other before bed?”

“I’d love that.” He actually looked relieved. After a pause, I grinned and said, “You know, just because we’re not in the same bed tonight doesn’t mean we’re totally out of options.”

“What do you mean?”

I sat up and slipped out of my briefs, then held them up so he could see them. “Get naked with me, Lorenzo.”

He grinned and shifted around a bit before tossing aside a pair of briefs and shorts. Then he said, “Quick confession—I’ve never done this before.”

“I haven’t, either. Not like this, anyway. Hang on a sec.”

I adjusted the tablet’s angle to make sure he’d be able to see all of me, and then I retrieved some lotion from my messenger bag. By the time I sat back on my heels in the center of the bed, my cock was already starting to get hard in anticipation of what was about to happen. “You’re in control,” I said. “Tell me what to do.”

“Are you actually going to enjoy that?”

“I’ll fucking love it.”