<h2>Chapter 1: Sparks on Set</h2>
The studio lights blazed down on Vivienne Voss, a rising star with a razor-sharp tongue and a body that could stop traffic. At twenty-eight, she was the lead in the hottest new romantic thriller, and today’s scene was a test of her patience. Opposite her stood Jace Ryder, the infuriatingly gorgeous co-star whose smirk could melt panties—or ignite a war. Their chemistry was electric, but off-screen, they were oil and fire.
“Cut!” barked the director, rubbing his temples. “Vivienne, Jace, can we get through one take without you two snarling like alley cats?”
Vivienne tossed her raven-black hair over her shoulder, her emerald eyes flashing as she crossed her arms, accentuating the curve of her chest in the tight scarlet dress. “Maybe if Jace could stop improvising his lines like a drunk poet, we’d get somewhere.”
Jace, leaning against a faux brick wall, chuckled low, his chiseled jaw tightening. His leather jacket hugged his broad shoulders, and those piercing blue eyes raked over her like she was a challenge he couldn’t wait to conquer. “Oh, sweetheart, if I’m a poet, you’re the damn muse. But let’s be real—your problem isn’t my lines. It’s that you can’t handle the heat when I’m this close.”
She stepped forward, heels clicking on the set floor, closing the distance until she could feel the warmth radiating off him. Her voice dropped to a sultry purr, but her words were a blade. “Heat? Darling, I’m the inferno. You’re just a spark begging to get burned.”
The crew around them stifled laughs, sensing the tension that crackled like a live wire. The director sighed. “Fine. Take five. Sort this out before I lose my mind.”
As the set cleared, Jace didn’t move, his gaze locked on Vivienne. “You know, for someone who plays the ice queen so well, you’re sweating bullets right now.”
She smirked, unfazed, trailing a manicured finger down the edge of his jacket. “And you’re panting like a dog in heat, Ryder. What’s your excuse?”
His grin widened, dangerous and hungry. “Maybe I’m just imagining how that smart mouth of yours would feel wrapped around me.”
Vivienne’s laugh was sharp, but her pulse quickened. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. “Keep dreaming, pretty boy. I don’t kneel for anyone. But if you’re lucky, I might let you beg for a taste of what’s under this dress.”
The air between them thickened, charged with unspoken promises. Jace’s hand brushed her hip, testing her resolve, and she didn’t flinch. Instead, she pressed closer, her curves molding against his hard frame, daring him to make a move. The set was empty now, just the hum of forgotten equipment and the scent of her jasmine perfume driving him wild. Her eyes flicked to his lips, then back up, a challenge. “Well? You gonna stand there gawking, or are we doing this?”
His voice was a growl, rough with want. “Oh, we’re doing this, Voss. Right fucking now.”
Their mouths crashed together, a collision of fury and desire, teeth clashing as hands roamed with reckless abandon. Vivienne shoved him back against the wall, her fingers digging into his shoulders, claiming control. Jace groaned, his grip on her ass firm as he pulled her tighter, letting her feel just how hard he was for her. The heat between them was unbearable, her pussy already wet with anticipation, dripping with need as she ground against him. They were a storm waiting to break, and neither was backing down.
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