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  When we reached my car, he suddenly pulled me into his arms. “You have no idea how much I appreciate your help, Molly. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome,” I said quietly. Little did he know my insides were coiled so tight they were ready to unfurl a tidal wave of pent-up sexual desire at any moment.

  He searched my expression with a frown. “I know it’s a lot to digest. Are you okay?”

  “I don’t know. I agree with what you said, and it is all fake and make-believe.” I looked down at my feet with a shrug. “But there still that little voice within me nagging that it’s wrong. All of this, all that is happening inside that warehouse is so wrong.” When I brought my gaze back up to his face, I could see the hurt in his eyes. I wasn’t sure if it was from my words or because of their truth.

  As quickly as that vulnerability appeared it vanished. “Well, it is what I do. I’ll come by with the paperwork later this evening for you to sign,” he said in a clipped tone before he turned away.

  “What paperwork?” I called after him.

  “You’ll need clearance for the rest of the shoot, and then there’s the NDA, and our salary agreement,” he responded as if it were obvious.

  “This was a one time deal. You needed my help today, and I did what you wanted.”

  He blinked a few times, staring at me like I sprouted antlers. “Just so I’m hearing you correctly, you thought I was paying you seventy-five thousand dollars for an hour of your time?”

  “Well, yeah.”

  With two long strides, he closed the distance between us. “Molly, you’re here until this film wraps up in three weeks.”

  “Three weeks? I have a job.”

  “You’re making more in three weeks than you probably do in a year. I suggest you quit or do what you need to in order to earn your paycheck. You might think this is wrong, but quite frankly, I don’t give a shit. Decide if you’re in or out because if you’re out, then I’ll find someone who isn’t a closet nun to work with me. You aren’t the only hot chick in LA, sweetheart. I expect your answer later today.” Before I could respond, he stormed away leaving me to watch his retreat in shock.

  What the hell have I gotten myself into?

  Fury rolled through my veins the entire drive back to my apartment. As soon as I closed the door, Tommy sprung off the couch.

  “I’ve been dying for you to get home,” he said with pure excitement. “Since the man is a walking billboard for sex fully dressed, I wasn’t surprised to see how hot he was on that DVD. But up close and personal, he must be fucking spectacular.” Tommy grabbed my hand barely giving me time to set my purse on the table before tugging me to the sofa. “He’s huge, right? Does the camera add even more inches or is he really that big?”

  Giving into Tommy’s inquisition, I spouted out the answers as if my tongue were on fire. “Yes, he’s huge, and no, the camera didn’t add anything.” Every fine inch of him was real. “He’s a very nice looking man.”

  “Nice? Sweetheart, that isn’t nice that’s perfection. Go on... details.”

  “For most of the time, I just stood there. But then, he came too soon...” Tommy began fanning himself with a dreamy look in his eyes and I rolled mine.

  “So then what?”

  “The director gave him ten minutes to get hard again. Trent asked me to kiss him.” Just thinking of Trent’s lips on mine reminded me I needed to go to my bedroom and grab my favorite pink vibrator out of my nightstand to work through my frustrations. “I don’t know why I agreed to it, but I did. And the next thing I knew, he was naked and pressing against me as we made out.”

  “Holy shit... and?”

  “And it was incredible, but he’s an ass. You can’t even imagine what I witnessed today.”

  “Believe me, that’s all I’ve been imagining. I don’t know how your pussy didn’t wake the fuck up and want to jump his bones. My cock is hard just thinking of how hot it would be to watch Trent fuck in real life... the only thing hotter would be if he fucked a man.”

  Tommy was right, it was hot as fuck... and my panties were wet with desire. Thankfully, I had jeans on and not a skirt, or the evidence would have been trickling down my legs.

  “So, what happens next?”

  “He wants me to sign a three-week contract! When I told him I had a job, he told me to quit. Granted, the money is amazing but quit? What nerve!”

  “Molls, you can take three weeks off. It’s not like you’re saving lives or curing cancer, you’re an assistant. You’ve been at that school for years, there’s no way you don’t have the time to take.”

  “Yeah, an assistant to the vice principal of the school. If word got out my vacation was spent on the set of a porno, I’ll be fired on the spot. It’s the middle of the school year. And the only way I could take that much time off without proper notice is if there was an emergency.”

  “Tell them your aunt Ruth who lives in Vermont is sick,” Tommy suggested with a shrug.

  “I don’t have an aunt Ruth or family in Vermont.”

  “So... they don’t know that.”

  It was official, my roommate had lost his mind. I suppose his lie could work, but it still didn’t make me relax. “This is ridiculous.” Just thinking about how smug Trent was annoyed me. “The man is an egomaniac.” Albeit a hot one.

  But, I wasn’t ready to admit to Tommy, Trent, or even myself that I would be fantasizing about what I witnessed. What really shocked me was the fact that Raven was gorgeous. She was every man’s wet dream, yet she couldn’t get Trent excited enough, but I could? That right there gave me a twinge of satisfaction. Until Trent said I could be replaced, and that just pissed me off even more.

  “Do you know he said I could be replaced?”

  Tommy just shrugged. “I suppose there are other women who would love to stroke his cock. Hell, they’d probably get down on their knees and...”

  Before Tommy could finish that thought, there was a pounding sound that caused my door to rattle. “It’s Trent. Open up.”

  “I’ll get it,” Tommy said adjusting his pants as he walked toward the door. As soon as he pulled it open, Trent walked in and straight toward me holding paperwork I assumed was that damned contract.

  “Will you sign it?”

  “I’ve been home all of fifteen minutes. I need to think about this.”

  I glanced at my roommate whose eyes were bouncing between Trent and me. “I think I’ll let you two talk... or whatever. Catch you later, Molls.” He looked at Trent. “Are you sure you don’t want to try batting for the other team? I can take a few weeks off.”

  “As tempting as that sounds, no thank you.” Unfazed, Tommy walked out with a shrug closing the door behind him.

  Trent and I glared at each other. He must have showered because his cologne or whatever he was wearing assaulted my senses and his dark hair was damp causing the ends at the nape of his neck to have a slight curl. “Are you in or out?” he asked, lifting the paperwork as he did.

  “I need more time.”

  “No, you don’t have more time.” Desire mixed with lust filled the depths of Trent’s eyes. I knew he was an actor, but the way he was breathing and staring at me, I didn’t think he was playing a part.

  “You expect me to go to the studio for three weeks?”

  “No, not just the studio. I told you, most of the movie is going to be shot at Yosemite. You’ll be going there with me.”

  I shook my head trying to rid the notion of going away with him. “You’re insane.”

  “Guilty.”

  “Where do you get off expecting any more than what I stupidly partook in today?” I seethed with pure contempt. Mortification of what I had let him talk me into, mixed with that damn desire, seemed to be taking a life of its own.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous when you’re angry.” He tossed the contract onto my table and took a step toward me leaving not an inch of space between us. “I bet you’re wet, Molly.” His lips grazed mine, and I wanted to slap him because he
was right.

  Before I knew what happened, he speared his fingers in my hair and crashed our mouths together. In one swift movement, he turned me into a puddle of wanton need. All thoughts of why I shouldn’t be kissing him flew from my mind. I put my hands on his chest and rather than push him away, I fisted the soft cotton of his shirt drawing us closer together if that was even possible.

  “Fuck,” Trent growled breaking the kiss. He lifted the hem of my T-shirt up and over my head before casting it aside. His tongue licked the swell of my breasts while his thumb brushed over my hardened nipples. “Say no, Molly, or I’m fucking you right now.”

  Like I could say no even if I wanted to. Five minutes ago I was ready to rely on my vibrator for relief, which I was sure would be a very poor substitute for Trent’s cock.

  Trent took my silence as a yes. He picked me up, and my jean-clad legs wrapped snugly around his waist as he carried me to my bedroom. Dropping me on my bed, he began removing my jeans and slid his hand into my panties. My gasp caused him to pause with a wicked smile. “Soaked, just like I predicted. Go ahead and deny you don’t want me to get you off like I know you need me to. Tell me, Molly. Do you want to come like you never have before?”

  “You’re awfully confident. Trust me, I can give myself my own orgasm, I don’t need you.”

  “Oh yeah? You prefer your own fingers or do you have toys stashed in here? Want me to fuck you with those. Generally, I don’t use props, but if that’s what you’re into...”

  My eyes flicked to my nightstand. A snide smirk grew across his face, and before I knew it, the familiar humming sound came to life. He stood in front of me to swiftly remove my panties while staring into my eyes. On instinct, I pressed my thighs together blocking his line of sight to my pussy. “Spread your legs.”

  Just like the actors in the movie, I listened to direction... why, I had no idea. Actually, I knew exactly why I obeyed. One thing Trent was right about—I needed to get off. I also knew, like his first attempt today on set, it wouldn’t take much for me to explode.

  My feet were planted on the edge of the mattress, and Trent knelt on the floor in front of me. He licked my pussy and moaned. “Fuck, you taste better than I imagined.” Taking my vibrator, he pressed it against my clit. My hips bucked at the sensation. Trent’s finger grazed my pulsing entrance before thrusting it inside of me. He slid it in and out mimicking fucking while pressing my toy harder against me. Suddenly, he tossed it aside and instead dragged his tongue over me from bottom to top. Holy hell, I wasn’t going to last. The way he drew my clit into his mouth and sucked sent a torrent of ecstasy through every cell of my body.

  I practically cried when he stopped to say, “Tomorrow when you’re watching me fuck that bitch, I want you remembering how I ate your pussy like it was my favorite meal because right now, that’s exactly what it is.” His mouth then returned to my throbbing clit, pulling on it while masterfully flicking his tongue.

  When I released a long tormented moan that rumbled through me, he stopped. Trent’s eyes met mine, and he inserted another finger and then another until he was three deep and my walls were surrounding them.

  “Are you going to sign?”

  Was he kidding asking me that right now? “I... don’t... know...” came out in staccato breaths. My hips rode his fingers. I was so close, my insides were just about to let loose when Trent pulled his fingers out of me. “What are you doing?”

  “Handling this the way I know you want me to.” Like the professional that he was, he removed every stitch of clothing he wore, socks and shoes included. It wasn’t like it was the first time seeing his erection, but it was the first time it was aimed at me. He rolled on a condom that I didn’t even see him take out of his pocket. “I want to fuck you so badly, Molly. Let me fuck you.”

  Tiny beads of sweat had formed along my neck. Needing to come more than needing to breathe, I dropped my knees to the side and nodded. In one fell swoop, he entered me on a groan. Holy shit. For the first time ever during sex, I kept my eyes open and trained on the man inside of me. Trent’s biceps flexed, his abs contracted with each roll of his hips. He lowered his body without missing a beat and kissed me. I should have wondered how many women had experienced him, but that was the last thing I wanted to know.

  “Goddamn, you feel fucking fantastic. So fucking tight. You’re like a vise on my cock, and I love it.” My hands gripped the taut globes of his ass, pulling him closer, deeper until I felt my body unravel. “That’s right, baby. Let it go. You know you want to.”

  He was right, I did. The scream that accompanied my release was new to my ears. I felt my pussy pulse against his hardened shaft milking every ounce from him. At that point I wanted it all; the porn star, my hot as fuck neighbor, and the man I might be spending the next few weeks with... because who was I kidding? I’d agree to anything at that moment.

  Trent straightened his arms lifting his body over mine. We were still connected, our hips pressed together, and our eyes locked. If my body wasn’t wound like a top, this never would have happened. And now that my orgasm was over, there I laid with his dick lodged inside of me allowing myself to wonder about the other women who had been in that exact same position... literally.

  What did I just do?

  Chapter 7

  Trent

  “Is that question rhetorical?” My cock didn’t think so since it got harder at the sound of her voice. “I’d be more than happy to fuck you again to clear up any confusion,” I admitted, emphasizing my point with a solid thrust of my hips.

  Her hands came in between us to push against my chest. “Ugh... I can’t believe I said that out loud. And you need to get over yourself. It wasn’t that spectacular.”

  “Liar.” Not ready to leave the warmth of her pussy, I lowered myself onto my elbows and began nipping at her neck to then savor her flesh with my tongue. “Based on the saltiness I taste on your skin...” As I grabbed the back of her knee and hitched her leg around my hip, Molly’s breasts heaved beneath the lacey fabric with each breath she took eliminating the space between us. “And based on the way your pussy is gripping my cock, I’d say you know exactly what you did because your body is saying you want to do it again. Tell me, Molly... do you?”

  At my question, her walls clenched around me even tighter. Yet she pathetically attempted to deny what she wanted by saying, “No, it was a mistake the first time.”

  “The fuck it was.” Even though my cock whimpered when I pulled out, ignoring it I added, “Suit yourself.” Rising from the bed, I took a moment to look at her pink wet pussy. Fuck. What was it with this woman? Having sex was part of my daily routine, and yet, I couldn’t get enough of her. And now that I knew what she felt like, there was no way this would be a one and done deal.

  But instead of enlightening her with that information, I decided since my neighbor responded better to actions than words I’d just keep repeating the dynamics between us that caused the air to crackle—get her angry while turning her on.

  With a blasé expression on her face, she lifted to a sitting position while I peeled away the used condom.

  I almost laughed out loud when her gaze shifted to my cock as I began pumping it with a tight fist. The more I stroked, the more transfixed her attention became. The act of getting up and bolting from where I had fucked her just moments ago now forgotten. Instead, Molly sat rigidly, so mesmerized by how I pleasured myself, it probably didn’t occur to her she was still exposed to me.

  In the way her bent legs allowed for full view had me primed and needy for a repeat. Her reaction to me jerking off caused a deep satisfaction within. She could pretend all she wanted, but her pussy didn’t lie.

  “You’re dying to touch yourself, Molly, aren’t you?” My question caught her attention for the briefest moment. Her hand shifted to her thigh, yet she stubbornly refused to move it any further. “Go on. Do it,” I coaxed. “Feel how wet you are. How your juices are dripping from your pussy to that perfect ass of yours. Even your
nipples are begging for it. I know you’re trembling from the inside out. I know that’s not from anger or embarrassment... it’s because you’re fighting the urge to fuck me again.”

  A deep blush covered her cheeks as she pressed her thighs together denying me from seeing the truth in my words. The muscles on her legs flexed revealing that once again her body was more honest than she could be.

  Undeterred, I imagined her kneeling at my feet as I continued to jack off for her viewing pleasure. I continued to imagine her eyes shifting from my cock to my face with each long measured drag of my hand, her breath warm on my skin as she tried to control her breathing. And what caused me to come again, only minutes after I just had, was imagining her opening her mouth to take all I gave her.

  My orgasm went on and on, and just as I sucked in a breath at the last pulse Molly’s hand slid where I knew she needed it to be. Her head bowed, creating a curtain camouflaging her expression. A small moan from behind the veil she hid under meant she had come at lightning speed.

  “Was that as good for you as it was for me?” I asked, with an all-knowing smirk. The scent of sex—hers, mine, and ours—lingered in the air. Leaning down, her eyes widened when I pecked her lips, picked up the used condom, and walked out of her room to clean myself up.

  Only until I was inside the bathroom did I finally release a frustrated breath over what had just happened. Truth be told, the way Molly enjoyed watching me jerk off, she unknowingly worsened my obsession with her.

  By the time I came out a few minutes later, she was already dressed and in her kitchen drinking a bottle of water.

  “Can you put some clothes on and leave?”

  Stepping closer, I caged her in by holding the counter on either side of her body. “Sign the contract, and I’ll be on my merry way.”

  “Don’t you get it? I’m not okay going away with a stranger to help him fuck women on camera.”

  “You seem to be okay with fucking a stranger, though?”

  The moment my words were out of my mouth, a snarl erupted from hers. “Trust me, what we just did will never happen again.”