I stood outside Dylan's trailer, trying to look nonchalant and failing miserably. I obviously didn't have a future as a spy like Dylan's character in this movie was. I walked past it, looking at his trailer door out of the corner of my eye and then looked around the back to see if there was a second door. I was lucky that there was.

"What are you doing?" a voice asked and I gasped and almost jumped out of my skin.

I looked over and saw that red headed extra from earlier standing next to me.

"Geez! You scared me to death!" I said, clutching my heart. "I ummm. I saw some kind of animal run under this trailer and I was trying to figure out what it was. I didn't know if it was dangerous," I lied, probably very badly. I was a horrible liar.

"Oh, well I'll help you look," she said, and when her back was turned I rolled my eyes and let out a breath. This was not going as smoothly as I had hoped. We were both crouched down and looking under the trailer with our butts in the air when there was a voice behind us.

"Hi, ummm. Is there a problem with my trailer?"

I turned around and looked behind me and there was Dylan, standing there with his arms crossed looking amused.

I stood up and dusted myself off and so did the red headed extra. She stood there with her jaw hanging open, staring at him in awe, unable to speak.

I cleared my throat and said, "I saw an animal go under there so we were checking but it looks like it's all clear now. You should be safe."

"Right. Thank you," he nodded. Then he looked at the red head and said, "Sorry I didn't catch your name."

Her eyes bulged and she swallowed hard. "It's ummmm. It's Kate."

"Oh you're the one they're looking for. I heard a woman over by the Kraft food table say they were searching for Kate, something about a wardrobe change. Maybe you should go check it out."

She nodded, still speechless and looking at him like a deer trapped in headlights.

"Ok," she nodded, walking away extremely slowly and watching him.

"Bye now," he said, raising his hand. As she kept being really slow to leave he said, "I think it was pretty urgent. You better hurry."

That snapped her out of it and she said, "Yeah okay" and then she hurried off.

He looked around to make sure the coast was clear and then grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs and inside his trailer, locking the door behind him.

"I thought she'd never leave," he laughed, grabbing my waist and pulling me against him, pressing his mouth to mine. Then he pulled back and looked down.

"Are you done with this costume?"

"No I have to wear it again later."

"Damn. I wanted to rip it off of you," he said, latching onto my mouth again as he unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it out of my skirt and threw it.

"You can't mess my hair up either," I said, pulling away just long enough to get the words out and then kissing him again.

"Ok. I'll be careful, I guess," he said, pouting and it was so cute I smiled as I kissed his mouth again and pulled his shirt up and off. He lifted me up onto the table in front of him and I wrapped my legs around his waist with our mouths never separating.

I rubbed my hand against the growing bulge in the front of his pants as he pulled my skirt up and squeezed onto my butt cheeks, pressing his hardness against my crotch as he owned my mouth possessively.

He reached down and unzipped his pants and pulled them down just far enough to release his long, hard erection, grabbing a condom out of his wallet and slipping it on within a second. He lifted my skirt out of the way, pulling my underwear to the side and rubbing himself up and down my folds. He found my entrance and pressed against it, pushing his long, hard length inside me, making me moan and cling onto his shoulders. He eased his way in further until he was buried all the way, deep inside.

He gripped onto my hips and thrusted up into me and I gasped and bit my lip to keep myself from crying out because he felt so good. He gripped onto my butt and scooted me closer to the edge so he could go even deeper as he drove up into me even harder.

He lifted both my legs and put them up over his shoulders and I Ieaned back on my arms on the table, holding in the moan that wanted to escape. He lifted up my skirt to move it out of the way again and slid his hand under the elastic of my underwear and started massaging my clit as he moved in and out of me. I let out a soft moan because i couldn't hold it back anymore and he raised his hand and cupped it over my mouth before finally letting go.

"Sorry," I panted. "You feel so good, it's hard to be quiet."

"Open your mouth," he said, and I looked up at him, studying his eyes and wondering what he was going to do. I hesitantly opened my mouth and he slid his pointer and middle fingers inside it and softly said, "Now suck on them. That'll help you keep quiet."

I closed my eyes and slowly started sucking on his fingers as he massaged my clit with his other hand and thrusted up into me. My entire body was tingling and electric from his touch and how turned on he had me.

"Do you want me to go harder?" he whispered.

I nodded my head while I was still sucking on his fingers.

"I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you beg for it," he told me, pulling his fingers from my mouth and I looked up, feeling butterflies in my stomach as I admired his handsome face.

"I want it harder," I panted.

"Is that how you ask? Where are your manners?" he asked, looking at me with a stern look on his face and a locked jaw. He looked so hot in that moment that I almost had an orgasm right then.

"Please?" I asked.

"Please what? Tell me what you want," he said, still moving in and out of me slowly.

"Please will you go harder baby?" I moaned softly.

There was a flicker of something in his eyes when he heard me call him baby and he gave me a sexy smirk and said, "Well, since you asked nicely."

He gripped onto my butt with both hands and laid the top half of his body over on top of mine, covering my mouth with his as he started driving up into me harder than he ever had. My moans and screams were drowned out by his deep possessive kiss and he gripped onto the top edge of the table and used it as leverage to slam up into me harder.

I felt my stomach muscles clench up and then my insides exploded with an orgasm that made me tremble and tingle all over. He didn't notice or slow down, and my body was so sensitive after getting off that his pounding into me was overwhelming in a really good way. Then he stood up straight, massaging my breasts in his hands as he looked down and watched himself moving in and out of me.

He looked up and his eyes locked onto mine and then he closed them, gripping onto my hips tightly and driving himself deep into me right before his body shuddered a couple times with his release. He stood there for a second before he finally leaned forward and gave me a kiss, pulling out and letting my legs drop to the floor, stepping back and catching his breath. I sat up slowly on top of the table and then stood up on wobbly legs.

He walked over and threw the condom away and got cleaned up in the bathroom and started getting dressed in silence. I did the same and finally we were both standing there, looking almost like we did earlier, just slightly more disheveled. Not enough that anyone should notice.

"I guess I better go then," I said quietly looking down at the ground.

As I turned to walk away he reached out and grabbed the top half of my arm to stop me and turned me to face him.

"Brenley," he said, looking down into my eyes.

He studied my face before saying, "I don't want you to go. Not right now, out of my trailer. I mean I don't want you to go back to Iowa. I don't want you to leave."

"Why?" I asked.

He hesitated, thinking of the right words before he said, "You're so perfect for me. I don't think I could ever find another woman like you."

"What do you mean," I asked, looking down at the floor. "I'm nothing special."

"Yes you are," he said softly. "You have a sweet, easy-going personality and the same stupid, goofy sense of humor as me. You're sexy as hell and you're smart and hard working and easy to talk to. I've never just sat and talked with a woman for hours the way I did with you last night and it still didn't feel like enough. I want more time with you. There's still so much about you I don't know and things I want to tell you about me. I'm not ready to lose you," he said, lifting his hand and tucking my hair behind my ear.

My eyes looked up into his and they started to burn. My bottom lip trembled as I choked out the words, "I'm not ready to lose you either," I sniffled. "but I can't stay."

He looked into my watery eyes and cupped the sides of my face and said, "You can stay. You could live here with me."

"As what Dylan? What would I be to you?"

"My girlfriend," he said, searching my eyes.

My eyes filled with tears because I wanted to stay with him so bad.

A tear ran down my cheek and I shook my head. "I can't. Everything I have. My entire life, my job, my school, my friends and my Dad are in Iowa. I need to be there," I sniffled, as another tear ran down my cheek.

There was a knock at the door and they shouted, "Five minutes til you're needed on set Dylan."

"Okay," he shouted back, stepping forward and cupping my face with both hands and kissing me softly as I cried.

I sniffled, getting choked up. "Maybe you could come to Iowa for a visit some time."

He let out an exhale, dropping his hands from my face, softly saying, "Maybe."

He walked away and paused at the doorway, looking back at me for a second before turning around and heading out the door.

I hung my head and cried into my hands, feeling my heart breaking.