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  “So you say, sweetheart. If there’s one thing you need to know about me is I don’t lie... to myself or others.” I brought my naked body flush up against her clothed one. “Look, like I said I can replace you tomorrow, but I’ll be honest, it’s you I want to help me. I have no idea why you drive me crazy.” With a solid press of my cock against her jeans, I added, “You make me harder than fucking steel by just opening that smart mouth of yours whenever you speak. Actually, you don’t even need to speak, just level me with that glare of yours and I’m ready to fuck at the turn of a dime. So much so, I’m willing to pay you a small fortune until this goddamn movie is over. Sign the contract, and after our time is up, you’ll never have to see me again.”

  “Do you plan to move out of the building?” she asked with snark.

  “No, but if it makes you happy I’ll do my best to avoid you even though we live ten feet apart. I’ll pretend I’m not picturing you as I jerk off on the other side of your wall. I’ll ignore the way my cock turns to stone whenever I see you in one of those tight fitted skirts you wear to work.”

  Nose-to-nose, we stared at each other in a silent battle of wills. “Fine. I’ll sign it, but you need to sign an NDA of my own. No one is to know we just did...” Her chin motioned toward the hall before she added, “That. And no one will ever know I did this for you. You’ll take it to your grave.”

  A small cocky grin spread when I crossed my chest, the back of my knuckles skimming her breast as I did. “Scout’s honor.” Moving away to allow her to escape me, I watched her snatch up the contract and scribble her name in blue ink.

  Right below her signature, she then wrote an addendum for me to initial stating I would never mention this contract or our business relationship with anyone.

  I smiled, taking the pen and happily initialing her pathetic clause. “Be ready at nine a.m,” I said, before placing a long hard kiss on her lips.

  “Hey...” She pushed me away with both hands. “Just because... we... you know...”

  My eyes cut to her bedroom and before she could finish her sentence, I blurted out, “Fucked.”

  “Yeah, well, that doesn’t mean you get to take liberties with me like we’re a thing.”

  I gave her a contemplative nod. “No worries. I’ll be sure to always ask before I’m about to kiss you... or eat your pussy... or make you come so hard you’ll remember I was inside of you each time you take a step.” Instantly, she blushed and as if I knew what ran through her mind, I winked and smirked just before walking out.

  “Arrgggh!” I heard through her door, and then a loud thump against it. Assuming that she threw the plastic water bottle that sat on the table beside the contract, I couldn’t help but chuckle. When another exasperated moan on the other side echoed, that meant she heard it.

  Molly

  Thankfully, my boss easily accepted my lie for the reason I needed a short leave of absence. And because he had, I knew karma would bite my ass in one way or another. It took only a day into my new assignment to realize how the universe sought its revenge... Trent had gotten under my skin... and I hated that he had.

  Externally, I tried my damnedest to appear unaffected and even annoyed over my predicament. However, on the inside, I was a mess of anger, sexual frustration, raging hormones, and most of all panic. There I was after only a few days on the job, so to speak, and I couldn’t shake the memory of our time together from my mind.

  How stupid was I to assume I could handle this insane assignment, or worse yet have him fuck me and not have it consume every thought in my head? What truly bugged me was it didn’t matter whether we were together or not, all I thought about was Trent. Watching him kiss Raven, hold Raven, or even fuck Raven unleashed irrational jealousy I didn’t know what to do with. Being apart released an overwhelming need that ached deep in my core.

  Seriously, what the hell? Did he slip me some kind love potion that caused instant addiction? Sitting beside him for hours on this torturous drive was testing my sanity and patience. Between his random teasing comments and singing along with the radio was a pure contradiction to the porn persona he played on film.

  This Trent was still the same man who needed me to get him hard while he worked, yet there was something so endearing about him. On more than one occasion I had to literally tell myself not to reach over and affectionately touch him in response to something he said or the way he’d look at me.

  How in the world was I going to spend an extended period of time with this gorgeous man and not find myself falling for him? Because you’re going to be watching him fuck another woman, my inner voice chastised.

  Trent pulled into the semi-circular driveway in front of a rustic looking hotel tucked in the middle of a forest. It made me wonder if my cell would even have a signal. Nature was in full force. The bluest of skies and the greenest of trees were in contrast to the dark wood façade of the cabin-like structure. Rows of colorful marigolds and zinnias painted the flower beds lining the hotel’s pathways.

  “Wow, this place is absolutely beautiful. Those flowers are so pretty.” I cut my gaze to his face and admitted, “I can’t believe they’re going to shoot a porno here.”

  When Trent’s eyes narrowed, it dawned on me that I once again criticized his occupation... but the man needed to cut me some slack. “What were you expecting, a seedy hotel that rented rooms by the hour?”

  I shrugged. “Yeah, maybe. I don’t know what I thought, but this wasn’t it.” The more I studied the building, the more excited I became. I immediately imagined myself soaking in a bubble-filled clawfoot tub sipping wine while getting lost in a book. “Do they have a spa? I could use a massage.” Maybe there would be time to get one, I thought to myself.

  “You’re here on business, remember? But, a massage can definitely be in your future. I’ve been told I give great rubdowns,” he said with a sly grin. Before I could reply, Trent got out of the car, handed the keys to the valet, and came around to open my door. The man was charming, considerate, and chivalrous—all the things that I looked for in a boyfriend. Boyfriend? I thought with a firm shake of my head. If I didn’t keep my thoughts straight, this had disaster written all over it.

  Once inside, I took in the ambiance of the lobby; chandeliers hung from the wooden beams, marble floors gleamed, and paintings of nature hung prominently on the walls. Although the lobby was crowded there was a sophistication that didn’t mesh with adult film industry.

  Trent walked up to the front desk and gave the woman who appreciated his looks a wink. “Checking in?” she asked blushing.

  “Yes. Trent Hudson.”

  “And Molly Higgins.” Trent shot me a look. “What?”

  The woman punched the keys like rapid fire. “Mr. Hudson, you’re in the Carlisle Suite.” She handed him a plastic key card. “Ms. Higgins, I don’t see a reservation in your name.”

  “That’s okay, a regular room will be just fine.” Even though I was there on the production company’s dime, I didn’t need anything extravagant. Maybe Trent would let me use his tub if my room didn’t have one.

  “I’m sorry, but the hotel is sold out.”

  Before I could utter a word, Trent blurted, “I’ll need two keys, please.” Upon hearing his request, my jaw slackened.

  The woman nodded, rattled off the room number to the bellhop. He whisked away our luggage without so much as a question while my head spun with dozens. “Wait a minute. Are there two beds in that room?”

  Trent ignored the one question that made it out of my mouth, snatched my hand, and high-tailed it across the lobby with me in tow.

  As soon as the elevator doors closed, I elbowed Trent in the ribs. “I’m not sharing a room with you.”

  He glanced back to the bellhop before looking down at me. “Maybe they have a tent you can borrow. I’m sure the bears and wildlife won’t mind sharing their space with you.”

  The man behind us chuckled, and I silenced him with a death glare. “I can’t believe this.”

  “Or
you can share with Raven if you don’t trust yourself with me.”

  “I trust myself just fine, thank you very much. It’s you I don’t trust.”

  When we reached the top floor, we exited the elevator. My irritation grew with each step, and more so when Trent swung the door open and said, “Honey, we’re home.” Once again the bellman chuckled. Trent handed him a few bills and clapped his shoulder in some sort of guy code before letting the door close.

  Ignoring my rage, he threw himself in the center of the king size bed, laced his fingers behind his head and crossed his ankles. “Wow, this is like sleeping on a cloud.”

  I glanced around the spacious room hoping a sofa would magically appear, but the only other furniture there were four stiff armchairs, a desk, and a table. “You did this on purpose?”

  “Did what?”

  “One room, that’s what. I’m not sleeping with you.”

  “That bridge has already been crossed, sweetheart.”

  Even though I was thoroughly annoyed, the bed looked extremely inviting, especially after that tense car ride. “Fine but we’re not having sex.”

  “Whatever you say,” Trent said with a smirk. He reached back, grabbed the collar of his T-shirt, and yanked it off. His rippled torso was like a beacon for my hands forcing me to tuck them under my armpits as a restraint.

  Rather than curl up next to him, I began unpacking and checking out the room. To my delight there was a tub; not a clawfoot tub but a jetted one that would be just as nice. Expecting him to be napping when I exited the bathroom, his eyes were trained on the door waiting for me to reappear.

  “I have a production meeting at seven. After I take a quick nap, we can order dinner. You’ll be fine by yourself tonight, right?” He had stripped out of his jeans and was now in black boxer shorts. His long thick length strained against the cotton fabric. On its own volition, my tongue swiped across my lips. “Don’t tease me, sweetheart. I can postpone my nap.”

  Every fiber of my being wanted to straddle his face to not only shut him up but to relieve the ache growing between my legs. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I quipped.

  A deep chortle rumbled out of him as he turned over and brought the pillow to his chest. “Suit yourself.”

  I didn’t know what to do with myself. Taking a bath now was completely out of the question. No way would I trust him not to infiltrate my serene space, and sitting in one of the stiff chairs reading held no appeal either. Feeling exhausted, and rather than just stand at the foot of the bed fighting the inevitable, I muttered, “Move over.”

  With a shit-eating grin on his face, he slid three inches to his left and patted the mattress. The five seconds I hesitated caused him to add, “I don’t bite.”

  Releasing a frustrated huff, I took the sliver of space he left me to lay on and either risked falling off the bed or scooch closer than I preferred to be. A large warm hand helped me make my decision when he snaked his arm around my body and pulled me up against his. “Sweet dreams, sweetheart.”

  And all I could think was, kill me now. I needed to keep that line clearly drawn in the sand. I wasn’t employed to be his fuck buddy.

  Chapter 8

  Trent

  Stuck between slumber and consciousness, it took a few seconds to realize who my cock was pressed against and whose tit was nestled in my hand. As soon as I inhaled sweet vanilla, it all came back to me... Molly.

  The way our bodies were intertwined meant she was still sleeping. I suppressed a chuckle knowing her body knew what she needed more than she did. The grip that she had on my hand as it rested over the zipper of her jeans, the way her nipple pebbled under my other palm, and the pressure her ass created by pushing against my hard cock only solidified the fact that deep down she wanted me in the most carnal way.

  Thoughts of going down on her as she sucked my cock caused my mind to begin spinning with possibilities. Unfortunately, my phone alarm chirping nixed that plan. Fuck.

  “Mmm...” Molly purred. She shifted in my arms and pressed her delectable ass against my dick. Predicting she’d fly off the bed once she realized where she was and with who, I tightened my hold on her.

  “I want you,” I said in a husky whisper. “I need to touch you.” My lips nipped the shell of her ear before kissing the soft spot on her neck.

  “You are touching me... and you didn’t ask my permission to do so.” Just like that, she was up and out of bed.

  “Suit yourself.”

  “You’re so annoying when you say that.”

  Undeterred, my hand snaked under my shorts to grip my shaft. It needed her... it wanted to sink deep into her warmth, but if she wasn’t game I’d have to take matters into my own hands... literally. Keeping my eyes tethered to hers and knowing she wasn’t going to comply, I began to rub my dick. This wouldn’t take long, not with the way she watched me all doe-eyed with interest. Unlike the last time where she pretended to be unaffected, this time she didn’t bother masking the lust that swirled within her.

  Maybe it was because she had just spent an hour in my arms as her ass cuddled my cock. Or maybe, and with some stroke of fucking luck, my antics started to wear her down. Fuck, I truly didn’t give a shit whatever the reason because I had a feeling her resistance hung by a thread.

  The pressure built in the base of my cock, and as she continued to stand there... her chest rose and fell heavily, her dainty hands clenched into fists at her sides, I released without abandon while uttering one single word. “Molly.”

  When hot ribbons of cum painted my abs, she sucked in a deep, pained breath. And the only thing that would have made it better was if it was her body receiving my orgasm instead of my own.

  Without apology, I cleaned myself up with the T-shirt I had removed earlier. “Thanks for your help... once again,” I said with a wink before disappearing into the bathroom all while feeling her gaze penetrating my back.

  In record time, I was showered and sauntered back into the bedroom sporting a towel around my waist. Molly now sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, a deep pink tinge graced the apples of her cheeks.

  “Would you like my help now?” I goaded, wondering if she was worked up to the point rational thought wouldn’t find it’s way to her mouth. “You wouldn’t have to move. Just lie back, and I’ll eat your pussy as my meal. Or... if you’d rather fuck, I’m good to go one more time before I need to leave.”

  “What?” she responded distractedly until her eyes focused on the evidence of my claim behind the white terry cloth fabric. “Yeah, no thank you,” she then added with a huff and suddenly stormed into the bathroom slamming the door behind her.

  Needing to tease her, I walked to the door and raised my voice loud enough for her to hear me. “Okay, suit yourself, but, FYI, the handheld showerhead has a pulse setting. Although, we both know it’s my cock you really need. Wouldn’t you rather my mouth on your clit than a stream of pulsing water? I know I rather eat you than food right now, and I’m starving. I’d much prefer spreading your legs and feasting on that sweet pussy until you screamed for me to stop. Remember that, Molly? How much you loved my tongue? How your body reacted when I sucked your clit? How you trembled beneath my touch? How you moaned when I fucked you with my three fingers?”

  Surprising me, the door flew open allowing her to come toe-to-toe to where I stood. “You know what?” she hissed through clenched teeth.

  I lowered my head to now bring us nose-to-nose. “What?” I antagonized with a smug smirk on my face.

  Her expression was filled with rage, making me half expect lasers to shoot from her eyes in the way she glared at me. The complimentary hotel robe hung loosely on her body, exposing a sliver of smooth skin from her breasts to her navel.

  Waiting for venom to spew from her mouth, she shocked the shit out of me when her hands fisted my hair and her lips collided with mine. I could tell through our kiss all the pent-up desire and anger had finally bubbled to the surface.

  She reached her limit,
and this was her losing control... and I fucking loved it.

  Molly

  I was literally having an out-of-body experience. I no longer recognized the person I had become. Through his words, by watching him pleasure himself, this man had managed to push me to a limit where the only thing that mattered was my release.

  The old Molly would have waited until he left and handled the situation without him being the wiser. But the way he reminded me of our first time caused a rush of lust I was unfamiliar with. The uncanny way he could read my thoughts snapped my resolve, causing this tsunami of need to explode and all rational thought to disintegrate.

  He was first to break our connection. “Tell me what you want, Molly. I need you to say it out loud.”

  “You.” I dipped my fingers into the edge of the towel, grazing the manscaped hair above his dick. One yank later, the towel floated to the floor, and a tiny raise of his brows meant it was the last thing he expected me to do. Going one step further, I dropped to my knees gripping him with two hands before wrapping my lips around his bulbous crown.

  Trent’s hips jerked forward. “Molly...” He said my name with such raw carnal emotion that heat began to pool between my legs.

  All I wanted was to taste him, drive him as crazy as he did me. The visual of how he stroked himself forced a silent challenge. A need to bring him much better pleasure, to have him obsessing over how my mouth felt covering his cock, just like I obsessed after his mouth was on me. Since then, it’d been all I could think about, and spitefully I wanted to plague him with the same fate.

  As my mouth began to devour every hard inch of him, my desire was to bring this man to his knees... and not in the way he was used to. No. I wanted him to realize I wasn’t like the actresses he spent his days with. Nor was I relinquishing control just because his tongue could set my insides aflame.

  With each stroke of my tongue, I could feel his resolve begin to slip away. He speared my hair with his fingers attempting to control my movements. Forcing him to submit instead, I gripped his wrists and tugged them away from my head pinning them to his strong thighs. His muscles flexed as I increased my efforts sucking him deeper into my mouth. As soon as his tip hit the back of my throat, a feral groan roared out of him as he said, “I’m gonna come.”